Bad Witch Reviewed :D

If you have ever been seen and loved for who you are, when no one ever had, and you have seen and loved another for who they are, when no one ever had, then the incredibly erotic dance of dominance and submission playing out between these two indomitable women will leave you breathless, with a smile of recognition on your lips.

Thanks so much, Sparrow, for these eloquent words and a review which truly reflects the core of the book!

If you haven’t got Bad Witch yet, you can get this erotic story of lesbian dominance and submission by clicking here!

The Bad Witch Spanks…

“Remove your clothing,” the witch commands. Orla does not obey. When she makes no motion to do as she is told, the witch snaps her fingers and a sudden heat flares over Orla’s body. Her clothes are ablaze, for one brief second they burn and then they are gone. She is left completely naked. Her powerful thighs, her round buttocks, the thickness of her belly slimming to a neat waist and above that her full breasts.

She seeks to cover herself, but Sabine will not allow that. She steps closer and brushes Orla’s hands away from her form.

“You can hide nothing from me,” she says, her eyes gleaming with lust. Orla feels an unfamiliar tremor in the very pit of her being. The witch’s body is intoxicating, her cleavage draws Orla’s eyes as it approaches, Sabine’s breasts finding their level just below Orla’s lips.

Her bottom burning, her lust inflamed in a way she cannot explain, Orla extends her tongue and takes Sabine’s left nipple between her lips. Sabine lets out a hiss and runs her hands over Orla’s back all the way down to the assassin’s buttocks, her nails brushing against the raised welts from the cane.

“This is punishment, remember?” Sabine purrs softly, slapping Orla’s heated cheek.

Orla has forgotten all notion of punishment. It matters not how much her bottom burns when it is her loins which flare much more brightly. She is consumed with lustful desire of the kind which leads even the wisest and most cautious of women to make mistakes.

“Lay back on the bed,” Sabine says. “Present yourself to me.”

Orla does not wish to obey, but her body does. She finds herself taking steps backwards until the bed meets her behind her knees and then, under Sabine’s gaze, she lays back, the pale curves of her body framed by dark satin.

“What now, witch? What will you do to me?”

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bad witch preview coverEvery kingdom has its bad witch, but few have a witch like Sabine – she who calls the serpents, she who holds the souls of her servants in thrall with powerful charisma. Sabine is the ultimate authority before whom royals and peasants go to their knees. It goes without saying that a woman such as she has many enemies intent on her destruction. None of them are bold enough to face her themselves, but they are not above sending assassins one after the other. Each and every one of them has failed.

Until now. Orla Lorcan is not much to look at, but she is the best assassin in the land and great riches have been promised to her if she is able to defeat Sabine. Unlike the other assassins, Orla is able to penetrate Sabine’s defences and to face the bad witch herself. But getting to Sabine is only half the battle.

When confronted by Orla, Sabine is more amused than frightened. She imprisons the assassin and toys with her, using her wickedly sensual powers to bend Orla to her will. What began as an assault on Sabine’s life becomes a carnal battle for Orla’s eternal soul.

Orla’s resistance crumbles as Sabine imposes orgasm after orgasm upon her, alternately satisfying her and denying her the ultimate pleasure. But will Sabine conquer the spirited woman? Or will Orla somehow triumph where others have failed?

The Binding of Orla

This is a snippet from my upcoming book, in which Sabine, the notoriously Bad Witch, decides to take the assassin who tried to claim her life, and possess her always.

Orla looks at Sabine, fierce independence flashing through her veins, lighting her eyes with determination. “I will not be bound, witch. I will fight a hundred hordes before I allow myself to become one of your pets.”

“You fear not me, but connection to me,” Sabine says calmly. “But we have always been connected, and always will be. Fate has determined that.”

“Then you do not need to make me yours,” Orla says, neatly circling around the witch’s logic. “I will be mine and you will be yours and we will be ours and that will have to be enough.”

“You will be mine,” Sabine declares. “I have not offered you a choice in that.”

“Nonsense,” Orla replies. “You cannot claim me. You…”

Her words are cut off as Sabine uses her powerful magic to make the world tumble, or perhaps it is just Orla that tumbles, for she finds herself face down against the coverlet, her hips raised over a serpent’s ridge which has risen from the ether, a glittering familiar taking momentary wooden form. She is unable to move, shackled by Sabine’s sprites which wind themselves around her ankles and wrists, leaving her entirely at the witch’s mercy, her naked body bared, spread and held for Sabine’s pleasure.
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Mama Edwards Gets Mad And Runs A Monk

Alyssa Edwards isn’t your ordinary drag queen, oh no. She’s the drag mother to Laganja Estranja and Shangela Laquifa Wadley.

And this is what happens when a party at the house of Edwards gets out of control…

(And yes, I know this has nooothing to do with the stated theme of this site, but god I love these people. They are endlessly entertaining. Endlessly.)

A Lesbia Update!

Tonight on Lesbia… a family reunion!

“I believe you frightened Soren,” Ayla said to Vix. “She is not the type for easy retreat.”

“I doubt she is frightened of me,” Vix replied. “I think she’s afraid of something else. Do you think maybe your mother is close?”

Ayla frowned as the idea hit her. “You could be right about that,” she said. “Soren’s request was very unlike her. Elves do not immediately go to murder as a general rule.”

“Not just murder, matricide. Soren is either evil or scared out of her mind,” Vix agreed. “I could believe either one. Or both, for that matter.”

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Raja Is Killing Me

queen raja

Raja is, among other things, the winner of Season 3 of RuPaul’s drag race. Sh/e does funny things to me. On the inside. In my special places. I also have a soft spot for Manilla who is adorable and can actually sing, but it’s Raja that makes this undeniable cheesefest which manages to be titillating, amusing and ermagherd dreq querns worthy.

This video has a lot of men in it for a lesbian site, but most of them are dressed like ladies, plus there’s an undeniable kinky vibe, so I think we’re good. And as a bisexual woman, I’m doing very good. All the boxes are ticked. If you know what I mean. You know what I mean.

*For extra credit, play ‘spot the Raja’ in the Amazing video I posted the other day.

Mature Woman Seeks Spanking, PT 2: The Importance of Being Erin

This little story of lesbian domestic discipline continues from the first part, Mature Woman Seeks Spanking. If you have not read that part, you might want to. Unless your fetish is things without context. Mmm. Hot.

“Is that true? Are you looking online for someone to discipline you?”

“It’s not really your business if it is or isn’t,” Monica replied defensively.

“I disagree,” Erin said. She strolled into the lounge and sat down in the red armchair which dominated the room. “You know I care about you. And you know that advertising online for something like that is just asking for trouble.”

“Well maybe I want trouble.”

“I think you should spank her,” Leslie piped up. “I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, I wouldn’t.”
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Mature Woman Seeks Spanking

Sometimes I feel like something different. Do you feel like something different? This is a thing that is different, involving spanking mature women. Lesbian women, to be precise. (Which I feel fits with the theme of the site and is relevant to my interests… and probably yours too!)

“You’re not mature,” Leslie pointed out, having shoved three cheetos into her mouth. She jabbed at Monica’s ipad with a greasy finger where those four fateful words had been typed into the title bar of a personals wanted ad. “Besides, you should just let Erin spank you.”

“The day I let Erin spank me again is the day I kiss my ass goodbye,” Monica replied, swatting Leslie’s finger away. “Besides, I need to find someone new. Our circle is getting… a little too close for comfort.”

“You mean because you used to date Erin and then Hannah and me and now me and Erin are together and Hannah is with your other ex who must not be named?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Monica said. “I need someone from the outside. Someone professional. Someone I can pay to go away at the end of it.”

Leslie screwed up her round face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. The after care is the best part.”
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Back in Lesbia…

I updated Lesbia! And we’re back with Ayla and Vix who are having a conversation about their feelings. And stuff.

“I need to thank you,” Ayla said as she sat staring at the fae flames. She and Vix had not done anything in the short hour since their arrival besides sit and contemplate the whichness of it all.

Vix cocked her head to the side and screwed her face up a little. “Thank me? For what?”

“For accompanying me on this journey.”

Vix gave a little shrug. “I had to be somewhere.”

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Amazing, A A Amazing

I lost 30 minutes of alleged ‘getting up and getting dressed’ time this morning because I had this playing on repeat. Everything is amazing with this. Including me and you and other like such as.