Julia arrived in Ireland. She hadn’t visited in years, almost a decade. She caught a cab from the airport, and went to the same hotel she’d stayed in as a newly adult witch.
Just around the corner from the hotel was a pub, a place that specifically catered to magical folk. After checking and leaving her bag in her room, she walked over to the pub. She stood outside a moment, the familiar building making her hungry.
Jill checked her lipstick and gave her red hair a quick pat before stepping in front of the camera.
“Tonight, the team and I will be staying in what has been called the most haunted house in America” she continued the spiel about the place, ending by feigning a look of fear. “The team and I will be seeing what happens when we stay the night.”
Sigli waited for Jason to come home. Maybe it was cliché, but she lounged on a rug in front of a fire, wearing aubergine lace panties and a matching robe. A bottle of wine, already open, waited with her.
Alice was still overwhelmed with the quality of the holograms in the program. Domaris had captured not only the tactile textures, but the sounds and even scents of the scene. Alice took a deep breath, smelling the mix of rich incense, wine, and the heavy musk of sex. It was time to roll the dice.
Alice held the dice in her hand; they were smooth and cool.
She shook them in her hand, her eyes flickering over the various players of the game. To her left was a man being fucked in the ass, and a line of three men waited their turn. Next to him was a woman with her face buried in another woman’s pussy. A man stood behind her, positioning himself to fuck her. Read More »
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Victoria was learning that magick wasn’t easy. The Pharaoh Djet was still calling her back to him, but the path wasn’t a straight line. After awakening him from his centuries’ long rest, he had disappeared. Colin, Dr. Bishara, had explained that Djet was being pursued by Anubis, a god bent on returning him to the Land of the Dead, where technically he belonged. Their job had shifted from joining Djet, to finding the tools to keep the Anubis away from Djet.
Julia couldn’t believe she was alone in the Norwegian woods, wearing only her coat and boots. She felt a little ridiculous half dressed in the woods, but Bjorn insisted this was another important step in her training.
So she was alone, almost naked in nearly pitch black woods. “How can it be so dark?” Julia muttered. Tripping on another tree root, but this time she dropped the lantern. “Damn it,” she hissed when she heard the tinkle of breaking glass and the light went out. Read More »
Vicki saw the “email” icon on her phone. She knew that the message was from her best friend Julia. Both of them were traveling, for different reasons, but both women continued their tradition of sending the other “postcards” – self-made, often self-taken photos, of their travels.
She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight. Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder. She opened the email.
Samantha pulled her emerald cloak a little tighter around herself. She could hear the faint sound of the drums and see the orange glow of a fire in the trees. She made her way down the dark path, the drums beginning to beat in her blood. The autumn air held a chill that invigorated her. She followed the path and the crisp scent of wood fire toward the meeting. Read More »