I found myself sucked into this story, and actively disappointed when it ended – Not because it was a bad ending, but because I wanted more. I loved hearing Marie’s interior monologue. Marie is realistic in her doubts about the supernatural events, but not so overwhelmed in doubt that it becomes to the focus. I’m looking forward to seeing more of this story.
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.
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 »
I can’t believe I made it to the end of the year! When I started this blog, I wasn’t sure if it would last – or if anyone would read it. I was surprised on both counts.
What I found was an active, engaging, and encouraging community of bloggers. Seriously, these are some of the nicest (and sexiest) people I’ve ever interacted with. Thank you, for welcoming me into your world.
Vixen rang the doorbell. She could feel the cold air drifting under her coat. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this. When her Dom had suggested that she see Liz again, Vixen had been ecstatic. However, when he presented his plan, she’d grown nervous. What if Liz wasn’t interested? What if the whole gift backfired somehow? Vixen knew that her Dom had planned this with Will, and Will was connected to Liz, but still, Vixen was nervous.
Crystal fumbled with the keys and lock. Paul waited next to her, his hands caressing her waist. She got the door open, and practically dragged him inside. The last couple of nights, she found that she just couldn’t get enough of him. She kicked the door closed behind them. “Living room,” she ordered him.
She came to my library. I felt my pulse quicken as she made her way toward the reference desk.
The library wasn’t busy. Finals ended the day before. Even our staff holiday party was over. But there she was, dressed like Audrey Horn from Twin Peaks. Knee length plaid skirt and crisp ivory blouse. Her feet were hidden from my view, but I’d bet she had one saddle shoes.
Crystal hated the holidays. Maybe it was the weird disconnect that Southern California had from “winter” ideals. She’d be lucky if it would be cold enough to wear a light coat by December 25. All the fake snow and scarves weren’t doing much for her when it was still in the mid-70s. Maybe it was just the endless loop of Christmas songs that set her teeth on edge. Maybe it was her recent 45 birthday.
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.