Enchanted Panties Chapter 2

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The very next morning Kate found herself lying in bed almost as if nothing had happened. She slowly rose up and had an excruciating headache.

“Oh fuck”, she muttered under her breath as she held her head. She glanced down at the floor and saw no sign of her clothes.

“I must’ve drank myself to sleep last night; that would explain this headache and that fucked up dream.” Kate got out of bed and walked toward her closet. “I mean, it was a dream right?” She asked herself as she slowly opened the closet door. She then saw all her clothes neatly hanging in her closet. She poked at a pair of jeans, and then tugged on a shirt hanging in the closet.

*Ok–this is fucking ridiculous, Kate. Pull yourself together; it was only a dream*, she thought as she finally put on her pink robe. Still shaken up, she peaked around the corner to the kitchen, making sure no hostile clothing were waiting for her. When she was sure it was safe, she sighed and made her way to the kitchen table.

Alexis The Dark Fairy

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Venessa had just turned 18 and still lived at her parent’s house. She was very beautiful and could have any man she wanted, but it seemed that her standards were high for someone of her age. Her fetishes were all of that of the supernatural. She could be interested in guys or girls but she wanted something magical and could not settle for less. One day she was walking in the park alone and saw these middle school boys mercilessly torturing what looked like a dragonfly, except oddly enough it glowed.

“Hey, Stop that!!” Venessa exclaimed.

“What? It’s a humungous firefly we just wanted to catch it.”

“By throwing rocks at it? Honestly…” she reaches up in the nearby tree and cups the creature in her hands.

“Hey girl what are you doing, we found it first!” One of the boys yelled, but she ignored them and kept walking. She made her way home and found a jar to put it in while she got online trying to figure out exactly what it is. She puts the jar on her desk in her room and begins surfing online when she hears a tiny but yet faint voice.

Enchanted Panties

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It was almost the end of the day and Kate couldn`t wait to go home. All day it seemed she had been eyeing that clock on the other side of her uncle`s antique shop tapping her fingers on the side of the cash register. 5:00pm it said seemingly teasing her as the last 30 minutes of her work shift slowed to a crawl. It paid for school so she couldn`t complain too much. After all it was only for the summer.

The Witch and her Runaway Wardrobe

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It was finally summer and April couldn’t wait to get home. She had just finished her freshman year of College and was packing up her dorm to leave in a couple of days. She did, however, secretly practice witchcraft with a coven close to her campus. Being that she was new, her first lesson was that to study potions. She had the choice to choose any potion she desired just as long as the potion she created worked as intended. She skimmed through the book to find one that was both fun yet useful. Her roommate was gone to a summer party so if anything went wrong she should be able to set things straight by the time she gets back.

“Let’s see, summoning potions, love potions, animation potion… Hmmmm”, she thought to herself. Interested in the animation potion she read on:

*If the below animation potion is executed correctly, the caster will be able to bring life to any inanimate object he/she chooses. The object will be at the complete command of the witch as long as the object was brought to life intentionally.*

Mirror of Fantasy

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My name is Vanessa. I am a 30-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war oversees. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter. For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about 150 grand, which is not bad considering the 10 acres of land and the 3000 square foot home. The house is 2 stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture. I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month this house may make me a believer.

Night 1

Night of the Living Pussy

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Finals week was fast approaching and Stephanie was locked in her bedroom, exam cramming like every other student. Soon her high school days would be over and she would be off to medical school. She was very beautiful and considered the heart throb of every guy in school, but her reputation for being a prude turned off many would be suitors. She lived with her mother; an extreme conservative who brainwashed her since childhood into believing that all sexual things were evil. She was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her mother would burn her hands with a hot iron.

Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the scars on her hands held her back from releasing the ever growing sexual tension within her.