I'm an amateur erotic fiction writer. Please be gentle with me. This was written as a gift for a friend. I hope she enjoys this. It was quite fun to write =) --------------------------- Victoria Dean was born March 8th, 1978 as Victoria Sanders, making her at the moment of arriving home from work March 8th, 2006 twenty-eight years old, a Pisces, married, a...
My name is Matilda, and I used to be a fairy. A long time ago my people were many. We were small, beautiful, full of magic, and generally good people. But not all of us were good. Not all of us were fairies. Some of us changed when we became angry. It took a lot of anger for it to happen, but if we became angry enough a fairy would transform into an ugly rag...
Chapter 9: The Kitchen After working in La Contessa's service for several months I've become accepted as part of her household. My days are a mixture of serving my mistress in whatever sex games she decides to use me for and a variety of domestic tasks. Whenever the mood takes her, she will summon me to her boudoir to serve her. She enjoys administering co...
Comments are appreciated and answered. Have fun! I am in the process of redoing the old artwork (I mean, they are a few years old), so if you have already read the story, please check out the image gallery if you want to see them. "Are the preparations complete?" "Yes mother." "Hmpf. We'll see about that." The tall beauty of a...
I was wearing the shortest skirt I could possibly find in my closet, and I was glad. It hit right below where my thong ended and when I danced I was sure that everyone could see more than they usually could. Perhaps that's why there was a throng of men around me, grinding on me. I was getting extremely sweaty and damp, but the throbbing music that thudded ar...
TFTC Michael was a bit weird. He was awkward and overweight and had a dark sense of humor. Despite that he was fairly popular. He was a member of the most popular fraternity on campus and he had dozens of friends and hundreds of good acquaintances. Almost everyone who met Michael seemed to like him. Unfortunately for him that never seemed to equate to a rom...
We aren't supposed to feel this sort of desire for each other, you know that. Lust is one of the deadly sins, isn't it? But lust, desire, that's exactly what I feel for you. My bones ache for you in shades of flushing red and darkest blue. And if I were to die from the pleasure of drowning in you, if my happily partaken sin did turn out to be deadly, who wou...
Synopsis: Rose's life was perfect, he was born with a feminine body and used it to his advantage. He would bring guys home every night for fun and play games during the day. However, one day, one of his usual monthly orgies went horribly wrong. An unstable fan of his, took Roses life then took his own in an attempt to stop anyone else from having him....
Dullichan: from Celtic Mythology; a headless black rider death follows where he stops The curly crimson locks and piercing green eyes that stared back at Caitlin from behind the mirror were not her own. She 'knew' that. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that. These past few days it seems her body had developed a mind of its own. The slender finge...
I think maybe it is true that no bad deed goes unpunished. I'm pretty sure I was breaking a few commandments and a deadly sin or two that night. I can lay claim to the sin of sloth at least. I had a sink full of dishes and a carpet that was desperate for a vacuum. So what was I doing? You got it. I was writing. I was drinking to. That was supposed to help...