Author: sleepybeavers

The Witch’s Apprentice + The Things We Do for Love [2x stories, FM/FF, femdom, fantasy]

**THE WITCH’S APPRENTICE**

Luke stood in silence, illuminated by candlelight, awaiting the next request from his teacher Alani. It was his first week studying under her, and he quickly realized that just about anything could set her off. *Silence is golden*, he thought to himself. *Don’t mess this up. Anything’s better than working in the mines.*

“Boy, you don’t speak much. You’re no better company than a rock. But you haven’t dropped anything of value yet, so I guess I can’t complain too much.”

Luke said nothing in reply.

“Fetch me a cockatrice feather. Quick. They’re wrapped in cloth on the shelf.”

Luke got the feather and handed it to Alani. He watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck to her cleavage. A slight tingle ran down his spine. Ashamed, he looked away. *Why does she insist on wearing such revealing clothing? It’s foolish. She’s going to make a mistake and regret being so exposed.*

“Boy, pay attention! If you want to learn, you need to focus.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She stirred the concoction in her vial with the feather. It began to steam and bubble. “That’s it, that’s it. Remind me, what’s this potion good for again?” Read more »

The Gardener [FF]

Winter was challenging for Claire, to say the least. Her last relationship, which she thought was rock-solid, ended the previous summer, and she spent the entire winter alone, indoors, binge-watching premiere television shows in-between bouts of masturbating. It was fine at the start, but Claire knew she was in a slump. When her lease ended in April, she thought moving to a new place would help her move on and have a fresh start. So she scoured the apartment listings, checking them daily. After touring a few, she settled on a place she loved, the first-floor apartment of a two-story home with a fenced-in backyard with a garden plot full of weeds.

Claire had never gardened before, but she could totally see herself becoming a gardener—getting her hands dirty, planting seeds, watering them, and watching them grow. Nearly on the idea of becoming a gardener alone, she submitted her application for the apartment that night and got it. She moved into her new place in May with the help of one of her friends, and within a week she was settled. Claire’s upstairs neighbors were friendly enough, but they had no interest in contributing to the garden. Read more »

Trying New Things [MF]

In the days before swiping, I made a profile on an online dating website.

I was in a six-month rut, coming off a particularly strange relationship where I unintentionally started a love triangle that didn’t end in my favor. (They’re happily married now, congrats.)

Following that relationship ending, I put myself out there emotionally. I made myself vulnerable and wanted nothing more than a *relationship*. Sure, sex would be great, but what I truly longed for was someone to go on dates with, watch movies with, just hang out with.

I had a couple of friends that I thought were cute. The time of crushes, how innocent. The slight nervousness, the uncertainty of what could happen next. Back then, and maybe still now, I thought it was best just to be candid. I told my crushes how I felt, and they didn’t feel the same. The rut continued.

That’s when I made the profile. Everyone on the dating site was someone I knew from high school. I didn’t message a single person—the thought of dating someone I was aware of from high school filled me with dread. I turned off my profile. Read more »

Trying New Things [MF] [oral]

In the days before swiping, I made a profile on an online dating website.

I was in a six-month rut, coming off a particularly strange relationship where I unintentionally started a love triangle that didn’t end in my favor. (They’re happily married now, congrats.)

Following that relationship ending, I put myself out there emotionally. I made myself vulnerable and wanted nothing more than a _relationship_. Sure, sex would be great, but what I truly longed for was someone to go on dates with, watch movies with, just hang out with.

I had a couple of friends that I thought were cute. I had crushes on them. The time of crushes, how innocent. The slight nervousness, the uncertainty of what could happen next. Back then, and maybe still now, I thought it was best just to be candid. I told my crushes how I felt, and they didn’t feel the same. The rut continued.

That’s when I made the profile. Everyone on the dating site was someone I knew from high school. I didn’t message a single person—the thought of dating someone I was aware of from high school filled me with dread. I turned off my profile. Read more »

Spell Gone Wrong [mF] [inc] [anal] [oral] [body swap] [mother/son]

**Spell Gone Wrong**

Sweat running down her neck, with no light but the little thrown by the contained flame in the petite metal cauldron and four candles that rested on the table, Isabella tossed the tuft of her boyfriend’s hair into the cauldron. The spell card rested behind it.

“Take this offering. Give me sight, give me vision. Let me see him at his most private. Truth, preferable to ignorance. Let me see it all.”

The flame shot up and turned purple.

Isabella fainted and collapsed.

The flame continued to burn.

***

Isabella rolled over in bed, waking from sleep. Before opening her eyes, she noticed acute pain in her lower back and shoulders. Something felt different about her chest, too—a different distribution of weight. She opened her eyes and immediately realized she was in a different room than her own. _I don’t have an alarm clock._ The bedding was unfamiliar. _I’ve never been in this room before. Where am I?_

Her hands, they were completely different too, more wrinkles. She looked down at her chest. _Whoa, gravity’s really doing its job, what happened?_ Isabella glanced down. A fading scar ran up her abdomen. _How’d I get that?_ She spread her legs. Curly black hair covered her mons pubis. _I swear I shaved like two days ago, what the heck?_ Read more »