Appetizer
John looked at the bubbling cauldron and said,
“I knew this party was a bad idea.”
“Tabitha’s ideas are all good ideas,” Peter droned.
“Wake up, man! Your witch girlfriend is going to eat us.”
“Good. All for Tabitha.”
“Fuck!” John screamed as they were lowered inside.
And to think they were only the appetizer!
I didn’t want to finish the year without writing another horror-like piece and the first thing that came to mind revolved around an evil cannibal witch’s cauldron so… yeah, this happened, and it didn’t exactly end well… except for Peter’s girlfriend, of course. I’m not going to tell you about the real feast that followed because it’s pretty gruesome and I know you prefer the sexy stuff (unless you’re into vore in which case you’ll probably love this scenario).
Anyway, I already know what the final two pieces of this year’s challenge will be and they will certainly not be horrific. I hope you look forward to finishing another year with me.
Welcoming Eternity
Jonah opened his eyes still in trance and saw his reflection in the bedroom mirror.
“I don’t understand,” he shrugged. “You said you were going to show me eternity.”
“That’s what I’m doing,” Natalie said. “You’re perfect. There’s nothing you can’t do.”
Leaning his head against her bosom, he smiled to welcome the new year.
I did say yesterday that nothing horrific would come today, and I can say for certain that will be the case tomorrow, too. I wrote this one as a reminder to everyone (myself included) of their potential, their inner strength, and their beauty. Our minds are stronger than we think and when put to good use, our imagination knows no bounds. One of the books in my micro-fiction series is called Infinitude. We are infinite and eternal in our creations as long as we believe we are and that foes for every day of every year. Never forget that, okay?
And speaking of hope, my baby girl is back at the house after her stay at the hospital. These last few says without her around here were rough, but I’m happy today.
Last Call
“Last call to trance,” Rachel smiled.
“Is it really the last?” Andrew asked, dismayed.
“Of the year, silly. I’ll be in your mind for a long time.”
“Thank God for that!”
“I think you mean ‘Goddess’, dear.”
“Yes, you really are.”
“Sweet dreams,” she snapped her fingers and he gently kneeled to kiss her boots.
And here we are at the end of another year, three hundred and sixty-five more days of micro-fiction, let alone everything else I’ve created. Besides these snippets, I wrote hundreds of flash fiction pieces, created hundred more captions, and published 50 books worth of sexy content, and in 2022, I hope to be able to do even more. There were some rough times (these last two months were particularly grueling to my state of mind for instance), and yet I’m still here. Perseverance is a good thing. Never let go of it.
To finish this year, I thought of this one, another gentle and hopeful piece about trance and possibilities with a message for everyone out there still searching for their domme/hypnodomme. May you find her in the days to come and may you both build something beautiful every day of the day. This is the last call of the year, but a new one is on the horizon, and the challenges will keep on coming. Be ready for them. Face them on and fight for your dreams, whether entranced or not, standing or kneeling at her feet. You can do it, so do it.