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.

A bouncing bottom…

A short time later Lugwilde’s skirts were raised, her round bottom bared to the gaze of the village at large. She seemed to be a particularly shameless maiden, for she moved her hips back and forth in a way which made her cheeks jiggle and bounce for the amusement of the many onlookers.

The crowd tittered and giggled in response. There had never been such entertainment in the village and there probably never would be again, for this was the day one of their number was whipped by a queen. The atmosphere was not at all what one might have expected, there was no solemnity amidst the village ladies. It was quickly taking on the air of a small carnival. Someone was selling sweet nuts, and another was taking bets on how many strokes Lugwilde would receive.

Lugwilde gets it on Lesbia!