The Wayward Witch
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Ecclectic collections would best describe the stories presented by The Wayward Witch. From erotica to ghost stories, The Wayward Witch offers a little something for everyone. Check back often if inclined; a small tip would be so kind.
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Welcome to Trumplandia
Hey, Donny boy, I’ve had an epiphany. In case you don’t know what that means, I’ll ex— … never mind. Let me just simply say that I have had an idea I would like to share with you. Go away, never come back, and in exchange, you get to become king of Trumlandia. Sound too good to be true? Not in the least, but there are a few caveats you may want to have your best lawyers review. Do you have any left, or are they all in prison? Oh wait, you pardoned them, so they are totally trustworthy!
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in The Swamp
All She Wanted for Christmas Was a Pearl Necklace
Abigail Atwood was holding the largest Christmas bonus check she had ever received in her short tenure as Vice President of Mergers and Acquisitions for the law firm of Kavanagh and Burke. Her recent deal netted the firm over 500 million dollars but resulted in thousands losing their jobs right before Christmas. She had often recommended to those impacted by her devious decisions to quit whining and bootstrap it, reminding those with no income that the challenges we face in life make us stronger.
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Filthy
Promised to the Devil
The dream is always the same. The wings of the mighty beasts flap viciously, fanning the flames of the fire they breathe on the village from above. The villagers run in fear. The monsters descend upon them, grabbing them by the throats and inserting their forked tongues deep inside them; filling them with an unholy light. As the dragons release their energy into the villagers, they transform into mortal men. The villagers become unwilling vessels and are at the mercy of these vile creatures. They cage them like animals where they remain until the Drago return to reclaim their powers. Many of the villager hosts will not survive the energy transfer. Sharon glistens with sweat as she runs from the dragons. She races through the woods trying to escape, but there is nowhere to hide. A creature chases her, calling her name. Sharon turns to confront the beast, but it vanishes into a thick blanket of fog. She calls out, “I know you’re there. Show yourself!” Slowly the mist clears revealing a golden dragon. Sharon drops to her knees, terrified the beast will use its long talons to rip her to shreds, but it doesn’t. It slinks toward her. She lowers her head. She can feel the hot breath on the nape of her neck as it hisses a promise in her ear, “One day, you will be mine.”
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Filthy
We're Not Alone
The Encounter The red orb hovered above the tree line. The thick blanket of inky darkness enveloped the surrounding forest. The light from the nearby campfire provided little sense of safety. A wolf howled in the distance. The sky revealed a million pinpoints of light, each dot representing the possibility of extraterrestrials. The plot of land they chose for their makeshift campsite was isolated and bordered by the Ocala National Forest. The floating ball was a deep crimson red. The light emitted by the orb didn't flicker, it simply hung in the air, suspended like a silent century protecting the forest. Then, as unexpectedly as the light appeared it sprung to life and hopscotched across the star-studded sky where it disappeared. This is an eyewitness account of an unidentified flying object. These heavenly apparitions are real, and for years governments spanning the globe have concealed the truth about their existence, until recently.
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Geeks
The Library
Andrea Campbell, Andi to her friends, sat at the long wooden reading table twirling a strand of her long golden hair as she escaped into a romantic fantasy. As she read the most recent addition to the romance section of the library, she pictured herself beneath the weight of a handsome pirate who kidnapped her and now holds her captive. He keeps her in his bed chambers and crawls on her every evening. One evening, the fair maiden decided to surprise the pirate and awaited his arrival in nothing but a thin shawl, which did little to cover her nakedness. The pirate entered the bed chamber and was immediately aroused. The young woman stood next to the hulking man, pressing her naked body against him as she gently rubbed the bulge in his pants. He looked into her eyes with a healthy dose of surprise, but he didn’t stop her. She proceeded to pull down his pants, exposing his long, thick cock. She gently kissed his exposed chest and made her way down his torso, gently nibbling as she lowered herself to her knees. She wrapped her fist around his rock-hard cock and began stroking it up and down. Moaning with pleasure, the pirate coaxed her to take him into her mouth. She obliged and began sucking the head of his cock, licking the tip with her tongue. He moaned and began thrusting his pelvis into her hot wet mouth. She relaxed her throat and took all of him deep inside. As she sucked, she used her free hand to gently caress his balls. The pirate began pumping his hips faster and harder until he exploded in her mouth. Andi was pulled out of her reverie when she heard the bell over the front door chime. As she stood to leave and head downstairs to greet her guests, she realized the sweet spot between her lap and chair was throbbing.
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Filthy
The Powers of the Root Chakra and Other Mysteries of the Orient
The lake looked like a mirror, the water as still as glass. Two white swans glided across the silky surface. Margot caught a glimpse of her own reflection. Her curly red hair was pulled back at the nape of her neck and held in place with a green, velvet ribbon. She had been sitting near the water’s edge writing. Her most recent adventure was a romance. A beautiful princess had fallen under the spell of an evil queen and her prince rescued her. The handsome prince carried the love of his life to a weeping willow tree near a babbling brook. Beneath the tree’s billowy branches, the couple stand facing one another. The prince lifts the white gauze caftan over his lover’s head, discarding it on the ground. He puts his strong hands around her bare waist and lowers his mouth to her breasts. He playfully licks each one before laying her down on the soft grass. He lies on top of her, and gently kisses her on the mouth. He traces his tongue over her neck, slowly moving down the soft mounds of her breasts, stopping at her rock-hard nipples. Gently, he cups a breast in one hand and suckles her nipple, while his other hand is busy caressing her belly and moving slowly down toward the sweet spot between her legs. She moans with pleasure. She draws his head toward her mouth. They kiss deeply. She rolls on top of him and begins kissing his neck. She traces her tongue over his hard pecs and down his ripped torso. She can feel his hardness against her stomach and descends to his throbbing member. She grabs it firmly in her hand and begins stroking it up and down, faster, and harder as he becomes more and more aroused. She slips his manhood into her mouth and she begins sucking and swallowing. Wanting him deep inside her, she straddles him, guiding his cock with the tips of her fingers into her hidden pool of moisture. She sits up straighter, forcing him deeper. Leaning backward, she slowly rocks her hips from side to side as she caresses her breasts and starts playing with her nipples. The prince slips his thumb into her crevasse and finds her swollen clit. He rubs it slowly as she thrusts her hips back and forth, faster, and harder. She can’t hold back any longer. The princess groans loudly as she reaches climax, gushing her hot sticky juices across his pelvis. He lifts the princess off his body and lays her belly- down on the ground. The prince rolls on top and mounts her. He plunges his rock-hard cock deep inside her dark, slippery wetness and grinds his hips against her ass. She joins his rhythmic thrusts until both unleash their climaxes at the same time.
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Filthy
Oh That Voodoo That You Do
This tale begins in 1896 at the Key West home of Mr. And Mrs. Thomas Otto. The Otto's were cruel people and had a reputation for mistreating their servants. One servant, a Bahamian maid well versed in the ways of voodoo, took care of the couple’s young son, Robert Eugene Otto (Gene). One day she decided to get back at the Otto family for her mistreatment and presented four-year-old Gene with a cursed doll named Robert. The straw-stuffed toy stood three feet tall and bore an amazing resemblance to Gene.
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Horror
Depravity Knows No Limits
During Maggie's interview with Lucifer, Luc to his friends, in the new book The Fablecastle Chronicles, she asks for specific examples of human depravity resulting from the mutation he unleashed on Earth's inhabitants. His reply, "There is no limit to human depravity."
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Horror
