Emily wishes she could be more like her friends, more confident, more alluring, more able to express her interest in the men she finds enticing. After she turns to supernatural aid to get the confidence she needs, she discovers that it's her that men just can't resist. More
The 13 Shades of Sin series tells the story of a modern coven of witches who've accidentally summoned a pagan sex god. Each of them gets a wish. Each of them has a need. None of them are prepared for the consequences.
Emily wishes she could be more like her friends, more confident, more alluring, more able to express her interest in the men she finds enticing. After she turns to supernatural aid to get the confidence she needs, she discovers that it's her that men just can't resist.
This 3000 word paranormal bdsm erotica story contains scenes of hot public sex, masturbation, and femdom teasing.
It looked like Emily. Same moon-shaped face. Same slight curl to the hair. Same height and figure… and yet, she was so different. There was a slight cruel wit behind her eyes, a curled smirk on the lips, and she looked like she was projecting herself instead of just living inside her body. Her posture, the tilt of her head, it was all so much more… there.
“I want you, Trevor,” she said.
“I’ve been coming in here every morning for years, Trevor, buying ground beef that I don’t even want, just to talk to you. And in all that time, you’ve never once asked me out. Why is that?”
Trevor’s brow raised in confusion. He couldn’t imagine anyone not leaping at the opportunity to go anywhere with this beautiful creature.
She chuckled at his expression. “Not once have I caught you checking me out. Not my ass,” she turned, jutting a hip in his direction. “Not my tits.” She leaned forward, holding her collar, pointing her cleavage at him. “Don’t you like girls, Trevor?”
“I like girls,” Trevor said.
She turned away from the butcher, leaning across one of the display counters, ass up in the air. “Don’t you want me, Trevor?”
Trevor pulled his apron off, threw it to the floor, and walked with purpose around the end of the counter.