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A Sorceress’ Tale

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 4:41 PM

Another story I wrote 12 years ago.  This one is definitely different from most that I’ve written, but it came to me one day, and it almost wrote itself.

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A Sorceress’ Tale

The tales of the fierce dragon and its sorceress-mistress were widespread.  Many knights had been sent to rid the land of the pair, but none had succeeded.  One knight, Sir Horace, asked the king to send him to finish the deed that had been attempted so many times before.  The
king was reluctant at first to give up his best knight, as all who returned from the quest had been shaken and ruined for further duties, but Sir Horace was adamant about going.

Sir Horace traveled for many days, and finally came to the place that had been spoken of by previous knights.  There he saw a beautiful woman and a lizard the size of a dog.

“You can’t be she who plagues our land with magic and fear,” he said, still sitting on his horse.

“I am what I am, Sir, though some may be fool enough to think me more,” the woman said.

Sir Horace dismounted, and approached, having no fear of the woman.  He saw nothing to convince him that she was a menace.

“How is it that so many knights have returned in sad condition if you are not a sorceress,” he asked.

“Many men felt threatened, and were conquered easily.  I desire a man who will not feel threatened by the strength of my will, and can give what I need,” she answered.

“And that is,” Horace asked, curious to know.

“Love, respect, guidance, correction when I get beyond myself.  I run wild at times,” she said, with a mischievous look in her eye.

“That is easy to give, when a woman is so deserving of it,” Horace said, his voice becoming raspy with desire for her.

“Ah, but so many thought themselves capable, and were proved wrong.  They were weak and I had my way with them.  It was too easy,” she said.

“Even strong women must be punished when they misuse their powers,” he said, striding towards her.

She seemed suddenly afraid, unsure for the first time since he’d arrived.  He let that work in his favor, and took her by the wrist to bend her over.  He thrust her skirts up over her naked bottom, and
started to spank her.  She squealed and wiggled and promised never to do it again.  He stopped when her bottom was a nice shade of red, and then stood her up, letting her skirts fall back to cover her.

“You’re coming back with me, my Lady, and there will be no protest from you,” Horace proclaimed.

“No, Sir,” she said shyly, not wanting to look into his eyes, but almost compelled to do so.

He helped her onto his horse, gave her the lizard to carry, and leaped up to sit behind her.  She rode back to the castle leaning back against him, with a satisfied sigh and a warm bottom.  She was a very happy sorceress.

They were married soon after, and lived blissfully ever after.

 

The Ladies Who Lived on the Corner

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 2:57 PM

I wrote this 12 years ago, but until now I thought it was lost.  I wanted to find it but had given up until today, when I was able to rescue it from Google!

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To the people on the block it seemed as if they had been together
always.  No one remembered them moving in, they’d just always been
there.  The two ladies, whom everyone knew to be lovers.  Their ages
were a mystery, they were described as older but a bit ageless.
To see them on the street one would never guess their true secret.  They
were lovers yes, that was obvious by how they were with each other, and
how they looked at each other.  What was never guessed was what happened
when no one else was about.  When it was just the two of them in that
little house on the corner.

You see, Laurel and Josie had a unique aspect to their relationship.
Josie was the boisterous, outgoing one of the pair, while Laurel was
quieter.  People thought that Josie was the more dominant of the two,
but they were wrong. Behind closed doors it was Laurel who took the
upper hand, literally.  Many nights would find Josie across Laurel’s
lap, being spanked.  Not for punishment, but because they both loved it.
They needed it as they needed each other, and Laurel loved spanking
Josie’s bare bottom.  Josie would purr, moan, and writhe, driving Laurel
mad with passion for her, even after so many years.  Laurel would spank
Josie’s bottom till it was the color of the early sunset, and then they
would lie together, making love as passionately as they had when they’d
first met, many decades before.

This was their true secret, the one not even whispered about in the
neighborhood, because no one knew.  That was how it had always been, how
it would always be.  It was what kept them young, despite the fact that
Laurel was nearing seventy-five, and Josie was but a few years younger.
A delicious secret for the two, knowing that Josie often went about her
daily tasks in the yard and the neighborhood with a red hot bottom, and
a secret smile that was shared by Laurel.

The neighbors only saw them as a cute couple, and so they missed the
unspoken bond between them.  The one never spoken of, but treasured as
they treasured each other.  The bond that had always been, and would
always be, for the rest of their lives.

G.’s story-The Vampire Strikes Back

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 1:42 AM

G. has given permission for me to post his first and only story, which he used to delurk on SSS back in September of 1998 (a month before I showed up LOL).  It’s short, but HOT!

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The Vampire Strikes Back
(with apologies to G. Lucas)

It is the night before Worldcon, the socializing ends
relatively early, at around midnight.  I am in my signature costume
already, black tuxedo trousers white ruffle shirt, black vest, black
bow tie, gold pentagram with red stone in the center, walking stick,
and black satin cape with red satin interior lining.  My lady is
wearing a simple black evening gown and a black choker with red stone
as a highlight.  I encircle her with both halves of the cloak and say
“You realize that absolutely nothing is going to happen before noon
tomorrow, we have a few hours to before we need to sleep”.  I smile
and run my tongue across the fang prosthetics, a gleam in my eyes.  I
doff the cape with a practiced flourish and discard the walking stick
(way too big heavy and thuddy for the business at hand).  I take the
straight back chair from the desk and bring it to the center of the
room.  I return to my lady, grasp her svelte waist and escort her to
the chair.  I sit, drape her over my knees, and lift the back of her
gown.

I pause, lasciviously staring at the red satin panties
(matching costumes) and the wonders enclosed within.  I spank slowly
at first, pausing every so often to run my hand over the marvelously
smooth satin.  At the point I feel the satin becoming warm to the
touch, I lower the panties disclosing the pinkening bottom beneath.  I
step up the tempo of spanks and wait for the pattern of her breathing
to change.  I then lift her off my lap toss the shirt and hang the
rest of the costume over the chair, when I turn around I find her nude
form positioned for the finale, head and knees on the bed, her legs
spread and lovely fanny in the air.  I finger the wetness between her
legs to increase her arousal again, take my belt and commence her
spanking with it.

As she climaxes, I reach between her thighs and engulf my
finger in her wetness.  I withdraw the finger, replacing it with one
from my other hand and part her enflamed cheeks.  Carefully moistening
her wrinkled hole, I slowly insert the finger as a soft groan escapes
her.  As the finger increases its tempo, her breathing once again
quickens, seemingly keeping pace.  My own sex is engorged and rigid as
I get to my knees and enter her from behind.  In a chain reaction she
begins climaxing setting off the powerful, familiar, and welcome
muscular pulsations within me.  She collapses, prone on the bed and I
topple on my side facing her.  As I put the covers over us nestling
her in my arms a thought reverberates inside my head, “This is my best
Worldcon ever and it hasn’t even started”.

Authors note:  The vampire costume and setting are real, the lady is,
alas, fictional – currently (hope springs eternal)

-G.