Maggie woke up from the dream with sodden panties, and a fierce need to masturbate. She’d never had a dream that intense before.
Jacqueline was hard at work in her lab, when her assistant, Yvette, came barreling in breaking her concentration so she dropped the beaker she was working with.
“Damn it, Yvette” she snapped, “How many times have I told you not to burst in here?”
Yvette flushed and still panting from her run in gasped out, “The CEO is on his way here.”
It’s spring! For me as a pagan, that means pushing myself out of the planning stages of things – moving from thought to action. It means thinking about life renewing and starting over.
So I’m reclaiming a picture that I have a lot of mixed feelings about. I’m making it anew, and moving forward… oh and I think it’s sexy as hell.
Faith woke slowly, a delicious throbbing in her pussy pulling her intro wakefulness. Her Captain’s fingers were gently teasing her, sliding between her her wet folds.
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.
Read the entire story here: [Part 1 Working Late] [Part 2 All Wrapped up in Work] [Part 3: What Vicki Did at the Ritual] [Part 4: Victoria Finds Her Man… Two of Them]
Victoria turned to leave the chamber. She’d had her moment, but it was time to tell the professor she’d discovered the hidden room and what she was certain was Pharaoh Djet’s sarcophagus.
She heard stone scraping against stone, followed by something light and wispy brush against her arm. She grinned gritted hey teeth against a scream. She was still being mocked for screaming at a scorpion in her first week, so she wasn’t going to add spiders to the list.
Caroline opened the door, and the bells attached to it chimed. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but the interior looked exactly as she expected. The fortune teller’s shop was dimly lit with lots of beaded curtains and the heavy scent of incense. A large shelf dominated the space. Caroline looked over the items, mostly crystals and candles. She raised a brow at candles shaped like cocks and vulvas.
“You must be Caroline” a man’s voice drifted over her.
Caroline jumped, tearing her eyes away from the sexual candles. She turned and was momentarily speechless. He wasn’t what she expected. He was young, maybe ten years younger than her 35. And he was, by almost any standards, hot. She snapped her mouth shut when she realized she was gaping at him. He was the image of tall, dark, and handsome.
“Um, hi. Yes, I’m Caroline” she fumbled over her words. She offered her hand, feeling lost in his dark eyes.