Author's note: This is the last part of this novella-length story. All comments and feedback are welcome! Zhura awoke to ravenous hunger. She hadn't eaten since the previous afternoon. Clouds scudded along the sky, masking the sun. Bayati lay curled against her in a fetal position. The Kichinka woman's back rose and fell with deep, even breaths. She was st...
(Musical credit to: Ace of Base, "Don't Turn Around," written by Albert Hammond and Diane Warren.) Henry got out of Al's truck, taking care not to damage his 'Tin-Man' costume. He put his tin funnel back on his head and turned to see Charlie standing by his side dressed as the Scarecrow. After a moment, Al sullenly came stumping around the front of the t...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
Succubi absorb the life force of anyone they touch. Fortunately, our succubi were fitted with control collars that rendered them safe for hours of erotic pleasure. The lovely demonesses coaxed me to one orgasm after another, each time they greedily took my shafts deep into their bodies so that they would not miss a drop of my spirit energy. They also teased...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A witch of a fortuneteller tricks a man to be her sexy Valentine. The day before Valentine's Day, I was invited to my friend's house for dinner. As we all hung out together, all my friends were there, as a Valentine's Day party, especially for the kids. I figured they were trying to set me up with so...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
For context, it is advised you read "Antics at the Arcane Academe: Pt. 01" prior to this tale. *** Disclaimer: All witches in this story are 18 years of age and older, for that is the age of admission to the Academe. This story contains elements of mild fantasy, embarrassment, and some reluctance. *** Mirror mirror on the wall Pride doth go before the...
She looked into the flames rising in spires from the fire in front of her; the wood crackled & sparked making the dark forest around her seem more comforting. Why had she decided to come to the middle of the forest in the dead of night like this, she was still trying to work this out herself. She guess that it had started as a joke, wanting to get one over...
Author's note: This is a Buffy/Charmed crossover story, written from Faith's POV, set after Season 4 of Charmed and a alternative ending to Season 3 of Buffy. The characters are all over 18 and some things are changed to fit the story. * So, what do ya do when you successfully take over a crappy town. Celebrate? Open a bottle of bubbly? Throw a parade? Cr...
Annalei, the lovely vampire gazed at her bath. The three tortured souls who had to hold it up for her was a rather nice touch. She smiled at their pained expressions, even as they gazed at her with pain filled lust. Standing naked before them, her pale skin softly shining in the light from Hell's fire. Her jet black hair was tousled from her romp with her s...