Beth has always been sexually adventurous, but finding herself struck with the dickgirl curse is a shock. Luckily for Beth, her innocently beautiful roommate Natalie is there to help her and offer a shoulder to lean on. But Beth soon ...
Beth has always been sexually adventurous, but finding herself struck with the dickgirl curse is a shock. Luckily for Beth, her innocently beautiful roommate Natalie is there to help her and offer a shoulder to lean on. But Beth soon finds that the new addition to her body is craving something far more intimate than a shoulder.
Warning: This sweet erotica involves graphic sex, lesbian college hijinks, masturbation, virgin deflowering, and two huge cursed penises.
The Curse of the Dickgirl 2 is 4,246 words long.
“You're not a demon,” Beth pointed out.
“I...I think I kind of am,” Natalie protested. “What I did to you is one of the succubus powers, to change the body of a lover. Turn men into women, give women...well, you know. It doesn't always happen, though. It was just an accident. If I can learn to control my powers, I think I should be able to change you back.”
The thought of sweet, innocent Natalie as a demon was laughable, but it was difficult to ignore what had happened. “So how do you learn to control your powers?”
Natalie turned her head away and Beth caught a glimpse of her pale cheek blushing red. “Sex.”
Beth pursed her lips in thought. “But you've only fooled around the once when we were together, right?
Her roommate nodded shyly.
The prospect of having sex like this was strangely arousing. Just the thought made Beth more aware of herself and her body. She hadn't felt much like sex since the curse had struck her and when she wasn't aroused, her body had been blessedly normal and female. Now, though, she could feel heat settling between her thighs. The little rush of desire was still there, but more dramatic. As if all of her thoughts and desires were centered there. She settled a hand on Natalie's knee, then slid it up under the other girl's skirt.
“We'd better practice, then,” she whispered as she leaned in to start kissing her way up Natalie's throat.
Lilith T. Bell always dreamed of becoming a writer and in 2012 she finished her first novel. Almost immediately afterward, she became deathly ill. Then her house burned down. As if in some Job-like drama, she lost nearly every word she had ever written.
Undaunted--and perhaps taunting angry gods--she continues to write.
Today, Bell lives in the northwoods of the Midwest with her cat and travels frequently.