Witches On Top
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
8,653
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Antechamber: Other Women
Witches On Top
Beloved of Salazar
WARNING: slash (f/f)
Disclaimer: Nearly all the people below belong to JK Rowling. The concept of my work is based upon Nancy Friday\'s novels (My Secret Garden, Women On Top, and Forbidden Flowers). I do not own nor am I making any money off my use/abuse of these characters and concepts.
The Antechamber: Other Women
Padma
I’m an eighteen year old witch, Indian in origin. I pride myself on my intelligence, which is why I did not go into denial when I realized that I was attracted to witches, not wizards. I have a heterosexual twin sister whom I have not told my sexual preference. I’m afraid that she wouldn’t understand. I’m not as worried about my parents. They’ll lament and be shocked but they’ll get over it...they’ve always been open-minded and accepting.
I’ve had some experience with witches. Some other girls in my House and I used to experiment with each other (how to french kiss, etc) and when I was fifteen, I had my first intercourse with an 7th year witch. As for my fantasies, they usually center around me seducing someone who has never so much as kissed another witch. But the seduction wouldn’t come right before the sex. I imagine spending days becoming more familiar with my touches...letting my hugs linger enough for her to become aware of how sensual it feels to have another witch’s breasts and hips pressed against hers.
Then when I think it’s time, I’ll wait until we’re all alone...maybe when we’re in the common room while there’s a quidditch game on. I sit next to her and caress her face. When she’s gone absolutely still with shock, I lean over to kiss her. Just a nice brush of the lips. I then drop my hand and let the back of my knuckles brush a cloth-covered nipple. In my fantasies, this would be the point where the trembles start. The point where she would be on the brink of struggle and surrender. I start kissing her more, opening her mouth with my tongue and I slide my hands underneath her jumper. One hand to unclasp her bra, the other to slide underneath and cup a breast. I like my witches to be on the small side. They seem more responsive.
At this point in the fantasy, I have her pressed back against the pillow on the armrest, teasing a nipple while I moved my lips, tongue, and teeth over her neck and shoulders. When she moans, I take it as a sign to go further- sliding my other hand slowly up her outer thighs, bringing the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Distracting her with another drugging kiss, I pull her legs up onto the couch so she is now reclining and I am half on top of her.
This is my favorite part- when I slide my hand down her soft belly and into her knickers. She’s so hot and wet and her bottom jerks as if in a delirium. As she gasps for breath, I sit up and straddle her so I can remove all my clothes . I find it incredibly arousing to think that mine is the first naked female form she’s seen closely.
I take her trembling hand and place it between my legs, on my hot quim. I know she’s aroused by me when her hands starts moving of its own volition, shyly learning what another witch feels like. It’s important to give positive feedback to quell some of the fear during the first time. I moan and undulate into her hand and tell her how wonderful she’s making me feel, etc.
I help her remove her clothes, stealing a kiss and a fondle here and there. I lie back on top of her, between her legs. I tell her to raise one knee until it’s up against her torso and I allow our nipples and swollen quims to rub together deliciously.
Lesbian sex is trickier than if it were a man and a woman or even two men together. I must keep rubbing...changing tempo and intensity, so the friction builds up and the lips of my vagina open enough to be captured between hers and our quims meet in a sensual kiss. My fantasy witch is shaking and clutching me and making the prettiest sounds as she climaxes and I rub my clitoris against hers roughly and follow. The fantasy ends with our sticky bodies laying together on top of the couch.
[letter]
Myrtle
[Warning: slight N/C]
Firstly, I think it’s quite nice that you’re allowing ghosts to be represented in your collection. We don’t get enough recognition as it is. I’ve been dead for nearly 50 years but I was 16 when it happened. I may be a young looking 75, but inhabiting a bathroom like this doesn’t do wonders for your reputation.
Right...sexual fantasies...
I always liked boys well enough, but I never made it to my first kiss with one. For that I blame that wicked, wicked Olive Hornby and her two evil friends. Those girls just loved to torment me. I mean, so what if I wasn’t the prettiest and wore glasses? I was a prefect during my fifth year when I caught those three out past curfew doing Merlin knows what. I told them I was going to turn them in, but they wouldn’t let me.
That witch and her little minions grabbed me and pulled me around the corner and pushed me to the ground. I’m telling you, I knew that witch was evil, but even I could never have guessed what she had up her sleeve. With a few whispered spells I couldn’t move my arms and those three were cackling as they undid my robes and unbuttoned my jumper. The minions held my legs open and helped Olive remove my underwear. They were looking at my secret place and making snarky comments...Merlin, I felt so embarrassed.
Olive started touching me...there... lightly and with an evil look in her eyes. I never touch myself down there like that...but I couldn’t help it. SHE was touching me THERE and I was moaning because I liked it. They left me after that with a ‘finite icantatem’ for my arms and the next day it was all over school that I was ‘Moaning Myrtle’.
That was the worst thing she ever did to me...touch me and make me like it. Every time I thought about it, I’d get uncomfortable in my knickers. I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about that awful witch and her minions taking it further.
The minions would hold my legs open and stroke my titties and my inner thighs. Olive would touch me more and pet me and even put a finger up there. I tried doing those things later and they felt nice, but not as nice as when she touched me a little. I even imagine her taking off her clothes and rubbing her body on top of mine and the ache that was there between my legs would become worse until I came with the other two still holding my legs open so I couldn’t do anything but let it happen to me.
How I hated that wicked girl. Although I heard that she ended up having 6 children and turned into an ugly whale.
[interview]
A.N. : Next is a added feature called The Kitchen by Dryad, starring Molly.
After that, the one quite a few of you seem to be anticipating... the Basement. It’s going to take me a while to get Hermione’s submission up there... you know that girl.. You ask for a brief fantasy and she gives you a 3 foot long roll of parchment. But you won’t be disappointed... it’s gonna be spanking good fun! Literally.
Beloved of Salazar
WARNING: slash (f/f)
Disclaimer: Nearly all the people below belong to JK Rowling. The concept of my work is based upon Nancy Friday\'s novels (My Secret Garden, Women On Top, and Forbidden Flowers). I do not own nor am I making any money off my use/abuse of these characters and concepts.
The Antechamber: Other Women
Padma
I’m an eighteen year old witch, Indian in origin. I pride myself on my intelligence, which is why I did not go into denial when I realized that I was attracted to witches, not wizards. I have a heterosexual twin sister whom I have not told my sexual preference. I’m afraid that she wouldn’t understand. I’m not as worried about my parents. They’ll lament and be shocked but they’ll get over it...they’ve always been open-minded and accepting.
I’ve had some experience with witches. Some other girls in my House and I used to experiment with each other (how to french kiss, etc) and when I was fifteen, I had my first intercourse with an 7th year witch. As for my fantasies, they usually center around me seducing someone who has never so much as kissed another witch. But the seduction wouldn’t come right before the sex. I imagine spending days becoming more familiar with my touches...letting my hugs linger enough for her to become aware of how sensual it feels to have another witch’s breasts and hips pressed against hers.
Then when I think it’s time, I’ll wait until we’re all alone...maybe when we’re in the common room while there’s a quidditch game on. I sit next to her and caress her face. When she’s gone absolutely still with shock, I lean over to kiss her. Just a nice brush of the lips. I then drop my hand and let the back of my knuckles brush a cloth-covered nipple. In my fantasies, this would be the point where the trembles start. The point where she would be on the brink of struggle and surrender. I start kissing her more, opening her mouth with my tongue and I slide my hands underneath her jumper. One hand to unclasp her bra, the other to slide underneath and cup a breast. I like my witches to be on the small side. They seem more responsive.
At this point in the fantasy, I have her pressed back against the pillow on the armrest, teasing a nipple while I moved my lips, tongue, and teeth over her neck and shoulders. When she moans, I take it as a sign to go further- sliding my other hand slowly up her outer thighs, bringing the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Distracting her with another drugging kiss, I pull her legs up onto the couch so she is now reclining and I am half on top of her.
This is my favorite part- when I slide my hand down her soft belly and into her knickers. She’s so hot and wet and her bottom jerks as if in a delirium. As she gasps for breath, I sit up and straddle her so I can remove all my clothes . I find it incredibly arousing to think that mine is the first naked female form she’s seen closely.
I take her trembling hand and place it between my legs, on my hot quim. I know she’s aroused by me when her hands starts moving of its own volition, shyly learning what another witch feels like. It’s important to give positive feedback to quell some of the fear during the first time. I moan and undulate into her hand and tell her how wonderful she’s making me feel, etc.
I help her remove her clothes, stealing a kiss and a fondle here and there. I lie back on top of her, between her legs. I tell her to raise one knee until it’s up against her torso and I allow our nipples and swollen quims to rub together deliciously.
Lesbian sex is trickier than if it were a man and a woman or even two men together. I must keep rubbing...changing tempo and intensity, so the friction builds up and the lips of my vagina open enough to be captured between hers and our quims meet in a sensual kiss. My fantasy witch is shaking and clutching me and making the prettiest sounds as she climaxes and I rub my clitoris against hers roughly and follow. The fantasy ends with our sticky bodies laying together on top of the couch.
[letter]
Myrtle
[Warning: slight N/C]
Firstly, I think it’s quite nice that you’re allowing ghosts to be represented in your collection. We don’t get enough recognition as it is. I’ve been dead for nearly 50 years but I was 16 when it happened. I may be a young looking 75, but inhabiting a bathroom like this doesn’t do wonders for your reputation.
Right...sexual fantasies...
I always liked boys well enough, but I never made it to my first kiss with one. For that I blame that wicked, wicked Olive Hornby and her two evil friends. Those girls just loved to torment me. I mean, so what if I wasn’t the prettiest and wore glasses? I was a prefect during my fifth year when I caught those three out past curfew doing Merlin knows what. I told them I was going to turn them in, but they wouldn’t let me.
That witch and her little minions grabbed me and pulled me around the corner and pushed me to the ground. I’m telling you, I knew that witch was evil, but even I could never have guessed what she had up her sleeve. With a few whispered spells I couldn’t move my arms and those three were cackling as they undid my robes and unbuttoned my jumper. The minions held my legs open and helped Olive remove my underwear. They were looking at my secret place and making snarky comments...Merlin, I felt so embarrassed.
Olive started touching me...there... lightly and with an evil look in her eyes. I never touch myself down there like that...but I couldn’t help it. SHE was touching me THERE and I was moaning because I liked it. They left me after that with a ‘finite icantatem’ for my arms and the next day it was all over school that I was ‘Moaning Myrtle’.
That was the worst thing she ever did to me...touch me and make me like it. Every time I thought about it, I’d get uncomfortable in my knickers. I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about that awful witch and her minions taking it further.
The minions would hold my legs open and stroke my titties and my inner thighs. Olive would touch me more and pet me and even put a finger up there. I tried doing those things later and they felt nice, but not as nice as when she touched me a little. I even imagine her taking off her clothes and rubbing her body on top of mine and the ache that was there between my legs would become worse until I came with the other two still holding my legs open so I couldn’t do anything but let it happen to me.
How I hated that wicked girl. Although I heard that she ended up having 6 children and turned into an ugly whale.
[interview]
A.N. : Next is a added feature called The Kitchen by Dryad, starring Molly.
After that, the one quite a few of you seem to be anticipating... the Basement. It’s going to take me a while to get Hermione’s submission up there... you know that girl.. You ask for a brief fantasy and she gives you a 3 foot long roll of parchment. But you won’t be disappointed... it’s gonna be spanking good fun! Literally.