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...
P3 wasn't much to look at from outside and definitely wasn't anything special on the inside but damn, it had good looking bar staff. Yeah, sure that's kind of a given, even in backwards hick towns there were normally pretty people behind the bar and San Fran was proving to be chock full of hotties, but the hottie I'm currently checking out is one first class...
1 'Thinking naughty things?' The unmistakeable chime of his phone's message tone seemed so loud and somehow so urgent in the still of the night. He had been lying there, recalling the events at the party - specifically none other than those which took place in private, between him and the impossibly sexy Miss Vanessa Thomas - and again he was hard as a...
I loved having her small perfect breast in my mouth... But I'm starting this story at the end (or close to the end), instead of the beginning. Beginnings are always so imperfect, though endings can be messy as well. Anyway, in the beginning there was light... Shit. That's probably too far back. Well, unless you count the morning sunlight streaming in th...
The paramedics were loading the still unconscious Georgina onto the ambulance when the call came through. Without telling them anything much about the reasons, Room 42 had given the Cheshire Constabulary a list of key-words to look out for in incident reports, something that they would want to be informed about. And one of them had just scored a hit. The wo...
Here I was a seventy eight year old married woman of socialite status, squatting on my high heel pumps, worshiping the biggest cock I have ever seen. Licking it. Kissing it. Passionately stroking it. Literally making love to it. The fourteen inch, log-shaped monster cock I was worshiping was attached to the sculpted body of a world-famous rap star. An ei...
There are many tall tales written in the popular magazines of Tarant and Caladon about life on the edge of Arcanum. Daring do on Thanos, trips to the Vendigroth Wastes, eking out a bold and brave and free living on the Morbihan plains, with nothing but your gun to keep you safe from the invariably savage tribes of orcs that would then be slaughtered by the d...
I was so glad to finally be done with classes for the week. Not only was it the start of the weekend, but my childhood buddies had called before my class and told me they were going to be in town, and that we should all hang out. My friends and I could probably be described best as nerdy stoners, or rather stoner nerds. Certainly we were nerds first and...
Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotica. No characters were consciously modelled after any actual people, or publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. Nonetheless, anything which may be construed as such are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associa...
As soon as I saw Bobby I ran to him. I practically threw myself at him. He saw me and was ready. He threw his arms wide and I pushed myself into his arms, let him feel every part of me that he might have forgotten about, and I gave my mouth to him and let him kiss me, taste me. His hands reached up into my hair (I'd just gotten it done the day before) and I...