From the mini story, Torrid.

From the mini story, Torrid.

Just a little greeting card for the holidays.

In honor of my upcoming 300,000 page-view milestone, here is a much requested scene from my only Harry Potter fanfic. A color version my be forthcoming if I can find a bit more time. This one still needs some work, but I wanted to get it out there before the roll-over. Perspective? We don't need no stinkin' perspective... oy!

Breanna's world is turned upside down when she wanders into a forbidden area of the forest. Captured by a Langer's Flesh Wall, she finds herself completely at the mercy of the vile creature. Bound, then stripped of her clothing, the nubile girl is blushing in arousal in mere minutes as the organism begins a fate of pleasure no human can resist. As the young woman is slowly turned head-down and the Langer's first tendrils slip through her petals, she knows that by nightfall she'll be little more than an empty shell of ecstasy.

Lara Croft pays the price for breaking her rule about working alone. The girl from the nearby village was eager enough to act as her sherpa and show her to the temple, which should have been a warning sign right off. Every other female for forty miles nearly ran her out at the merest mention of the Azunite relics she was seeking. Something it seemed was causing anyone who had anything to do with the ancient place to vanish. Now, helpless and quickly loosing her will to resist, Lara knew that it had been the girl herself who had been luring in victims for the erotic god she had accidentally uncovered. And as she shuddered into yet another orgasm, it now looked as though she herself would end up missing as well...

From The Academy of Dana.

From the ongoing field book of tentacle denizens.

From the ongoing field book of tentacle denizens.

Having finally escaped the strange anemones on the beach, Camille made her way into the thick jungle in search of some shelter. But no sooner had she passed under the dense jungle canopy than she felt something warm and wet touch her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw that a strange green gel was oozing down from the trees above her and when she went to brush it off, she found to her horror that it merely reached out and engulfed her hand. It wasn't long before the slippery creature had secured her other limbs and was quietly lifting her up into the air. Moaning with comprehension as the creature casually removed her bathing suit, Camille knew she had found yet another strange organism that was about to stimulate her sexually until she was screaming in continuous orgasm.