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Alexis The Dark Fairy

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Vanessa had just turned eighteen and still lived at her parents’ 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!!” Vanessa exclaimed.

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

“By throwing rocks at it? Honestly…” she reached up in the nearby tree and cupped 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 went online trying to figure out exactly what it was. She put the jar on her desk in her room and began surfing online when she heard a tiny but yet faint voice. Read more »

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.* Read more »

Mirror of Fantasy

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My name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently

lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. 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 onehundred-

and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres

of land and the three-thousand square foot home. The house is two

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

During the day, nothing happens that I can tell, the strange happenings mostly occur at night. Read more »

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. Read more »

[MF]

My female friend, Maria, is always complaining that her husband ignores her and won’t spend any quality time with her. I don’t understand it because in addition to being a firecracker she is hot as hell. She is petite, with an amazing ass and large breasts that seem to defy gravity. She has dark black hair and a naturally tanned complexion. We had known each other from college days and kept in contact sporadically over the years after.

One day, she texted me out of the blue, again complaining about her husband was sitting on the couch and wouldn’t join her at a day at the mall. Having nothing better to do on a warm sunny day, I picked her up and drove her to our local mall. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt, short shorts and some cute flip flops. She looked 10 years younger than her 30 years.

“Thanks for picking me up,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Oooh stubbly, someone forgot to shave.”

She threw her feet up on my dash, and I couldn’t help but look at her tanned, well muscled legs. I was in quite the drought, my girlfriend having left me six months earlier, and my thoughts went into the gutter. Read more »

Feeling horny might delete later idk

She quivered. Not with pleasure. Not yet. She quivered with anticipation. He was standing in front of her. She could sense it. She could not see for she was blindfolded, and she could not touch for she was tied to the bed posts. But she could sense him. And her inability to see or touch him, her essential powerlessness only made the quivering grow stronger and stronger. The rising feeling of anticipation causing her to become wetter by the second. She was no stranger this, and her experience had honed her senses. She knew this, but what she also knew was that the sensation of a throbbing cock slipping inside her tight, pussy never grew old. He laughed, “you’re so fucking wet” he said, as he watched her pink, quivering pussy lips glisten as she grew ever more hornier. She tried to speak, but couldn’t. She was gagged of course. The black ball preventing any speech. But she was no there to speak. She was there fo be fucked. To be fucked hard. She hated small talk. She knew she was prone to two things, anger and horniness. And how better to deal with them both than combine with. At college she was a good, quiet and unassuming girl. In the bedroom with was a different story however. She wanted to be fucked hard. She wanted to be fucked angrily. She wanted to be choked, to feel an immense pleasure like no other. Every time was the better than the last, in an endless pursuit of even more pleasure. This man in front of her, she did not know his name, nor did she care. He did not matter. Only one thing did. His large, cock that throbbed as he levered at her glistening pussy. His cock was a means to an end. It was the insignificant devotee at the temple that was her pussy, demanding sacrifice. Demanding a fucking. Demanding pleasure. Tomorrow there would be another devotee, and then another after that. But that was for later. Her mind focused on the hands that were sliding up her legs. She loves this. The pleasure before the pleasure. The sensation that the anticipation of pleasure causes. She relaxed. She loved this. She was a goddess. And all goddesses deserved to be worshipped. Her nipples were erect, expectant and foreshadowing…. She felt him draw ever closer, and her back arched as he entered her inner sanctum……..

Stephanie Takes Control – Chapter 2

**Chapter 2**

Directing Kyle to stand in front of the other two Stephanie settled on her knees in front of him, ran her hands up the outside of Kyle’s legs and with no hesitation trailed her fingers across his flat stomach, through his thin blonde pubic hair and ever so lightly over his rock-hard erection.

In a soft, sultry tone she almost purred “One last chance to back out, if you need.”

Kyle shook his head, to no one’s surprise. The substantial drop of precum that glistened at the tip of his cock left no doubt how he felt about this.

Stephanie leaned back for a moment and let her long auburn hair cascade down her back, savoring what she was about to do. Knowing her every move was being watched—and admired—by her audience was every bit as thrilling and arousing as she’d hoped it would be. She took her time with every move and savored the anticipation of the events to come.

She let her gaze wander over Kyle’s long frame and drank in the sight of his naked body: swimmer’s build, firm muscles from toes to head, topped off by an unruly swath of blonde hair above deep blue eyes. Read more »