Living in a small town of Boston, Massachusetts during the early 19th century, is a young Latina woman by the name of Rosalina. Her mother migrated from Brazil to Boston when she was just 4 years old. She is just one of many witches who must hide their secret identity from witch hunters who will hang her beautiful yet lifeless body for the townsfolk to gaze...
Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. Chapter 5: Potion preparation Charlotte hurried home to try to retain her current mood. She needed herself to be open for any signals when she created a new type of potion. During the walk she even fantasized about being...
Almandar pushed open the door to the shop, taking a step down into the cool interior. The windows were small and high up, letting light into the room but not too much heat. It would not do for the stock to spoil, after all. Remkar was an alchemist, a man who made his living selling magical potions to those who could afford them. Naturally enough, the advent...
Liana spent the night in Carmen's arms. Feeling that firm warmth against her was a world away from the bestial savagery of Kurn but it somehow felt right - it was a totally different type of satisfaction and she could not explain it, even to herself. She just knew that as long as Carmen's arms were draped around her, she was content and whatever the Duke did...
Billy Earl Jimmson spat a thin brown stream over the side of the flat bottomed boat. It caught the dragonfly in mid flight and knocked it into the water. Then he returned his attention to the Hula Popper that he was working between the Cypress trees. He made the lure twitch and sputter with small jerks and random movements of the casting rod. "Dat damn!!!"...
Prologue Ceara frantically ran through the night. It was pitch black. The only light was coming from the fire that burned her house. The flames rose higher and higher. Her lover was caught inside. She ached all over; her arms and legs were burned badly. Blisters had formed on her feet and yet, she still kept running. She had to get help. It was the night...
You land at the airport not knowing what to expect. You've heard a lot of stories about this city. The people, the food, the music, the nightlife, the mysterious past and voodoo that is New Orleans has you curious. You are taking in as much as you can during the cab ride to the your hotel. It is early in the afternoon and the streets are filled with people...
Dan was four hours into studying, increasingly confident that his midterm for Mathematical Modeling was going to kick his ass. He was still groggy after twelve hours of sleep. And Jimmy would not. Stop. Texting. Head resting against the table, Dan felt the phone's vibration through his cheekbones for the third time in ten minutes. He groaned and dragged the...
"Sound the alarms, sound the alarms!" an angel yelled aggressively. The sound of his voice could barely be heard over his frantically pumping wings and the chatter around him. His gold laced robes flew about him as he tried to land on the precipice where the elders were holding their talks. He was at the edge of a large outcropping in the mountain. A stream...
Derrick stared at the glamorous picture that graced the front page of the London daily Metro. For all appearances, it was a beautifully made young woman. In fact, it was one of the top rated cage fighters cross-dressing as his famous girlfriend model. He sighed as he stealthily peaked over the edge of his paper at the dozens of other commuters filling the Tu...