There had been only a split second to act, and instinct had guided me. Before anyone else besides my alpha could see what I did opened the tunnel and pulled us all to it even across a distance. In the midst of the battle, the magical beings, and my other self's two powerful spells it was incredible, Valerius told me later, but adrenaline had made me do it, l...
"I am innocent to a witch. I know not what a witch is.""Then ow do you know you are not one?" -Examination of Bridget Bishop, Salem Village, April 19, 1692 *** Shutting her locker and leaning over so that nobody else would hear, Ruth Ann whispered in Phoebe's ear: "Abbie Hobbs is a witch!" Phoebe was standing with her own locker open and brushing her h...
Part one-Harriet's Troubles. Harriet Kono sat twisting the ends of her long black hair, an automatic reflex brought on by stress. Her grandmother told her millions of times that twisting her hair made her look nervous and twitchy. "Good paying companies don't hire nervous girls that twist their hair," Harriet said aloud in a stern mocking voice in imitati...
The air cooled noticeably when I reached the edge of the wood and passed from the glorious warmth of the summer's day into its cool embrace. I walked on for a hundred yards or so until a glint of sunlight off metal caught my eye. I noticed a car parked a short way down a little track, a tributary to the dirt road I was currently walking along, and there seem...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Master...
Note- This is my loving tribute to the delectable ass of Kaley Cuoco. ***** Kaley Cuoco left the Sherman Oaks yoga class in tiny thigh skimming black shorts and a plain black vest. The tv actress showed off her trim pins proudly as she hurried to her car. Her personal trainer had been helping Kaley in developing her lower body, in particular her butt. She...
These days I go to museums as much to look at people looking at art or photography as to look at works of art. It isn't that I don't love art because I do. If I go too long without standing before a Lucas Cranach, or Rothko, or Beckmann or a photo by Francesca Woodman I feel the absence as a real physical ache. Watching people encounter a long-cherished wo...
Takeko invited her client into her bedroom and traditional-Japanese, meditative music encircled them as she led him to her bed. It was very low to the ground and covered in red, satin bedding. Most of her clients were regulars; so, the style of furniture she preferred was already known. This client, on the other hand, made an appointment with her on a recomm...
Susan Storm-Richards floated in the Negative Zone, her communicator was totally busted. "Why did I not listen to Reed, I shouldn't have come here alone." She had responded to a signal from Rosetta Stone, a high ranking political figure in Shadow City, one of the many places in the Negative Zone that the Fantastic Four had visited. Now here she was...
Without being aware of any transition he was awake. Completely. An automatic glance at the bedside clock showed midnight. Ha! The witching hour! But his witch was gone, off on honeymoon with her brand-new husband. The witch who had charmed him for twenty-three years, ever since he held the squalling red-faced bundle of her just after she was born. A faint n...