Witch Stories
Witch Stories – part 3
by Tawny Maine Once there was a time when I existed in innocence. I was young and vibrant before the plague of my clan evolved and conquered what had once been of my mortal life and virtue. Once, I was in love, but he loved another and bitterness danced in the Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 2
by Tawny Maine Zara sat cross legged on the floor while her hands absentmindedly stroked the fur of her black cat, Whiskers. The cat purred, opened its topaz eyes and looked across the table at the beautiful giant sitting there. “What the hell is it with you Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 1
by Tawny Maine Sam was ready to detonate. She tapped one finger restlessly on her thigh, drumming a chaotic display of her nerves. Her mouth pinched in thought as she contemplated what in the hell was happening to her. Lately her body screamed with tension and Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – the Last Chapter
It was all coming back to her in drowning waves of pain. Memory after memory flooded her senses and overcame her. Rick had courted her with such love and adoration. He had been affectionate, attentive and so giving before their marriage. She closed her eyes as Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 8
Miles wanted to do something especially nice for Rowena’s big day. He had made several trips throughout the country searching for the perfect gift. He entered the courtyard of a temple where there were several robust and randy young men aligned for viewing. The Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 7
He came to her at night. He was as intangible as a dream and gone by her waking. She waited anxiously for the sun to bury its head behind the earth so darkness would consume the sky. Her body beckoned to him. Her nipples were tight and ached for him. Moisture began Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 6
by Tawny Maine Rick wanted revenge. He once had a quiet life with an on-the-spot-wife who asked, “How high?” when he said jump. Now he found that he drank himself to oblivion with night after night filled with lonely emptiness. It was that damned witch, Zara. Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 5
I am Neena. I came to Zara for advice regarding my husband, a useless piece of flesh that doesn’t even merit naming, during a desperate time of need. I existed in a marriage of sex deprivation and mental constipation. I was unloved, unappreciated, and unconfident. Continue Reading →
Witch Stories – part 4
by Tawny Maine Willow rocked with the pounding music. She swayed in surrender to the blissful cadence. She allowed her head to drop back as she bent back at her waist and shoved her crotch into the abdomen before her. Her long dark tresses swept across the wooden Continue Reading →
