Female moans invade my dreams of late. I wake, hearing tapping on glass. There's nothing outside the window. "Over here," whispers her voice, luring me toward her. I find myself staring into a mirror. She appears... her face angelic... her body by Aphrodite. "Closer," she begs. When my finger touches the glass, raw lust consumes me. Her hand protrudes the surface, grabbing my cock. Her strokes are all-knowing. The frictio...

I've never felt so lost... searching for direction. Alone. Empty. Then, rummaging in the attic, sifting through memories never to be again, I catch my first glimpse of her in the mirror. Breathtaking! Her reflection disappears and I feel her naked body on me. Soft lips open mine. Gentle hands coax my cock out of hiding. Her warmth gives me sanctuary to feel again.  She rides me as I caress her breasts. My hope renewing as...

She flees his clutches, running to the woods, as he spews foul words through rancid, liquored breath.  He appears - the golden-eyed grey wolf. As he licks her wounds, she nuzzles against his fur.  Transforming, his lips take over, showing her gentleness with soft kisses. Caring caresses follow. She needs his loving touches. Devoted to her, he cradles her delicate body as he makes love to her, making sure her pleasure come...

"Yuki-onna!" He startles, falling backward, recognizing her flawless pale skin, ebony hair, translucent gown, and violet eyes.   Beautiful, but deadly! She hovers over him, poised to steal his life with her icy breath, then he plunges his fingers inside her frigid cunt. She freezes, cheeks coloring. He maneuvers her underneath him, with his warm mouth darkening her nipples. Unleashing his manhood, pulsing heat ignites her...

Words from girlfriend's past propel him into my dark forest. Peenie. Dinky winky. Inchworm. Upon my lair, he begs, "Five more inches!" "Balance must be kept. A sacrifice for a gift," I warn. "Anything," he promises.  I conjure my potion, lathering his tiny morsel with my magic. My bewitching cunt swallows him as he lies naked on the pentagram. My juices the final ingredient. I chant while riding him, lengthening him with...

Gone was the color in my life. Even nature turned grayscale.   Feeling nothing was worse than pain. The goth sign appealed to my dark mood. Shedding my clothes, I slipped in, pitying my sleeping nipples dead to the chilly water lapping at them. A tear fell.  The waters muddied and he rose from the depths, one hand squeezing my neck while his forked-tongue fucked my ear.  I welcomed his fiery eyes and terrifying horns. He...

He was shocked at the cheesy line that escaped his mouth. Even more shocked when her blood-red lips invited him inside. They say, "Love is blind." Actually, lust is blind. Spellbound by the inviting pussy-trap in his face, he missed the pentagram upon which she lay with circling black cats mewing their warnings. Her long nails parted her lips as his tongue dove deeper. Powerful thighs trapped his head. Mystical aroma flar...