It was a lovely sunny summer evening, but Penny felt rather gloomy. She was walking home from work—she liked those hour-long solitary walks and preferred them to the crowded bus—and, as always, she couldn't help but notice all the happy couples around her...
In the deep south of the United States, back where the willows sway, the gators roam, and the eerie mist of the swamp swirls, lives a woman of an unknown age. She is old, but no one dares ask her how old lest they end up a toad or frog. Locals just refer...
Author's Note: As it stands, this story is all alone in the world. No accompanying chapter two or three to latch onto its giving teat. No sequel to fuck into my hard drive. One day, I hope to continue this. Preferably before next year. For now, though, I'...
Emma was reading through the books and notes she had taken the liberty of keeping from the mansion. Magic from textbooks seldom had the same feel as the personal notes from someone trying to do something strange. She also wanted to know just what happened...
Chapter 1 Bianca was exhausted. She stumbled through the tall grass, clutching her basket of freshly picked mushrooms in one hand and her skirt in the other, as she hastily made her way back to the familiar grounds of her cottage vicinity. It had been a l...
This one, like most of my stories, started as a micro and maybe works best till about halfway. After that, I do not take responsibility for my characters’ actions. Girls just wanna have fun, you know. Shrouded in misty shades of midnight, lace and chiffon...
Glowing eyes stared back at Richard as he withdrew from Samantha’s arse. “You really want this?” he asked, approaching the Jack-O-Lantern above the bed with cock in hand. “You really want forgiveness?” One look at her insatiable eyes convinced him. Jizz s...
Even Danny Richards, a bitter rival of Holly Goodman, Jeffrey Hunter, and David Watts, had become noticeably changed from the arrogant and bigoted pest he had once been. He had apparently cooled in his relationship with his father but had still inherited...
“Right,” she said, deftly wielding the spatula under the triangle-shaped slice of omelet, and positioning it perfectly on my plate, “let’s have a wee snack, and we’ll get to a bit of housekeeping, as you corporate folks like to call it.” I looked at her q...
'Hello.' I was about to climax but stopped rubbing my clit when I saw who was calling. I felt a pang upon seeing the pumpkin on the chimney. 'Well?' 'Well, what, mom?' 'It's your 18th Halloween, and you haven't been able to cast a spell. It's your last ch...
“Trick or treat?” the witch asked as I opened the door. She spread open her cape to reveal perky breasts and a glistening shaved pussy. Glancing down at the bulge that now tented my boxers, she smiled and said, “I’ll take that to mean trick.” She sank to...
"What do you know about witches?" Charmaine looked down at me as she straddled my hips and held my cock in both hands. "Ehm. Most of them are bad and ugly," I said. "Except the one from Rapunzel. She wasn't too bad to look at. Just very gushy when she had...
Bedding the gorgeous redhead from the party, he caressed her curves and feasted upon her succulent nectar. As her climax neared, he stopped to ask, “Are you really a witch? If so, can you make me irresistible, so I could fuck any girl I wanted?” “Am I not...
Samhain evening. No pumpkin carving for me. Straight from the boring school party to the woods, to dance naked, a coven-less witch looking to invoke by conviction alone whatever daemonic dream may come. "Make yourself all honey, and the flies will devour...
"Put it in," she said with a seductive whisper. I knew it was wrong. No good would come of it. "Put it in," she repeated as she reached for my rigid cock, trying to pull it into her. My cock was pumpkin-hard. Her sheath was as tempting as her voice. But s...
