Fantasy
Where are you, Little Witch?
The Little Witch tapped her foot restlessly as she heaved a sigh. Even if she wanted to avoid it, days like this provide her no warmth or humor since nobody was in her cottage. She was all alone. Desolate. But she couldn't blame anyone. She was living in the middle of the forest, after all. Besides, who would even want to sleep in a cold small house in the woods? Nobody—but the Witch had to, of course.
By aria haille4 years ago in Fiction
Pencil skirt fetish
I have a sexy serious ass fetish for pencil skirts, fly ass blouses, and last but not least, , , my party pump stiletto heels! Glue on my lashes, do my fingernails, and toenails! Fuck trying to put on fake nails because they always pop off one by one. I will clip my torn, chipped, broken ass fingernails, and polish them, and cure them under my lamp! I keep my toenails, and fingernails trimmed. Why try to grow my funky ass nails the fuck out when they split, chip, and break anyway! I am going to try shellac mani-pedi's out when my money bag appears to be rich as fuck.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
My friend from PA is about to video call me thru duo in a little bit. Yea!
I am loving this fact, my friends Nickolodeon, and Monica, and I have serious party pump fetish big time, so we are party pump fetish friends. Cool right?? I cannot wait to get my duo call from Nick. I wish his wife would come home from her ma dukes house so I can look at them both in my duo call with Nick. We three have the best party pump fetish in the world swear, we are so in love with all types of stiletto pumps, chunky heels, all types of sexy party pumps we are totally into!
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Meow mix's paradise.
"Meow meow meow mew mew mew bew bew bew" The cat cried in heat while eating his meow mix. What a horny cat is meow mix the cat while eating his meowmix. That bitch is feeling it meow mix wants some kit cat pussy so bad, he is ready for a female cat to let a real one like him hit, ya dig?!? For a couple or few days out of the month he feels it so strong all he wants to do is hit some cat pussy like a real one in the dumpster or in his mama house Laughing my ass off. He feels super pressed. Damn this cat is horny. He gets to sniff a little something sometimes but she never wants to let em hit, or her owner ends up shooing him away with a broom or slaps him with her purse. Poor meow mix so so so very horny. I feel sorry for him, waiting in the house, or outside by the dumpster to not find anything to fuck for months upon months very rarely does meow mix get lucky and get to stick his jetty little dick in anything. Sometimes I see meow mix in heat and I laugh my ass off, sometimes when I bust a gut because of meow mix he gets mad at me and goes to hide in the corner from me.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Bleakburn
Animo was perched on top of his head, and despite Haganto’s quick pace, he didn’t seem in any danger of falling off. Not long after Alanus’s song last night, Animo unexpectedly climbed up to Haganto’s head and stayed there. Even though Grimoire spoke a few more times, Animo just dug into his head each time and didn’t move. Animo probably would have stayed there all night if Haganto hadn’t plucked him off so he could lie down to sleep. And even then, Animo didn’t go back to his pocket, instead choosing to sleep on Haganto’s cheek until morning, when he quickly climbed back up again.
By Rebecca Patton4 years ago in Fiction
When Stunted Hands, Earn A Place With Man - By Mere Monstrosity
The ground had become a cold, dark shell, sick and broken. A barren wasteland compared to the green lushness her ancestors spoke of. Tory, however had never known anything else, damp, dark and dying. She found herself somewhere between Heaven and hell, lost. Everyone she loved, passed, nothing but rotting flesh and memories Memories of her mother.Abandoned by the few who remained. Caretakers really, holding on to her for the few possessions she inherited. And they stripped her of everything, at least that is what they thought, and then left her for the hidden things. The rumors of the reunion of spirits, that once encouraged survival, had now become the angst of her existence. The only one concerned of her whereabouts, was a creature created to protect the secret she held the key to.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction
Tauro
ATHENS, ITANIA Summer, 1E15 Tauro was a farmer in the fertile farmlands between Athens and Montego that comprised the majority of inland Itania. He grew tomatoes, lettuce, cabbage, peppers, courgettes, herbs and spices. Everything he grew flourished under his care in his gardens and there were beautiful cypress and stone pine trees that decorated the immediate lands around his home. The stone pines grew naturally scattered throughout his lands whilst he’d planted the cypress trees to intentionally form a path leading to his front door. It started from the dirt road that led to the stables for his horses, serving as a sort of driveway where it turned away from the gravel road that led into the town. Taking this road, the Itanian farmer made his way along towards the city of Athens where he planned to conduct business that day with his wife’s family.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
Runaway
GIESSEN, GILAN Autumn, 1E193 “Father!” Princess Eaïnne exclaimed, storming into her father’s throne room in a clamorous uproar. Snapping out of his reverie, the king stared upon his daughter to find her wrathfully approaching him at his throne, though he smiled grimly after seeing that she was pursued by his men who’d attempted to stop her. “The people of Eden and Graenor beg for your aid and support, yet our halls remain silent. The heartlands are oblivious to it all as if encapsulated within a dome and the west flourishes under our ignorance! Even the elves of the Aush Wood content themselves to bury the dead whilst these eastern pleas fall upon deaf ears!”
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Disappearance
FAEN, AENOR Autumn, 1E72 There was a light mist in the air as cool autumn rain sprinkled down on the elvish town of Faen. The sun was setting beyond the Aryan Forest that comprised their nation of Aenor, sinking on the horizon of the Aerbonean Ocean off the coast of Legion some hundreds of leagues away to the west. Sendarin guided his boat back to shore as the evening closed in upon him. He would tie it off at one of the posts that served as the town's makeshift dock so that the tide didn't carry it out to sea, rowing his ways towards the elvish longboats that lined Faen's shore. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the beach and took his boat to rest with its fellows after a long and peaceful day of fishing.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
