Saturday, April 19, 2014


A Unique Magical, Erotic Novel @ 53, 207 Words 
When dreams haunt you in the most delicious ways and fate pulls you into destiny’s path, what can be done other than to accept and submit to it. 

Can Iria truly get what she’s always dreamed of or will it always just remain a memory? Being a rare creature such as her with exceptional beauty and rarity of existence should be enough. Though, all she wants is her desire, her destiny…

To be with a man—one man. 

Are these dreams she’s having real? Could she really take on human form and become a Lady to be with the man she craves? 

Dezso discovers a magical creature—a being of incredible light and peace. He is drawn to it again and again, and his feelings grow with every encounter. He carries a dark secret that he wishes never existed. The only thing that truly brings light upon his existence is the beauty that warms his heart but seems to only exist in his head—with dreams and visions of a magical woman, full of heartwarming light. 

Will he ever know true love and happiness? Will he ever be able to lighten the weight and share his dark secret with another...? 

Darkness is growing stronger, weakening the light and killing off what makes the world a beautiful place to live in. Enter a world of fantasy and dreams, passions and temptations. A world where dragons, unicorns, magic and mermaids really do exist.A world where love WILL conquer all!


Whenever the moon is full and shining at its brightest, I always dream of myself, basking in the colors and brilliance of a rainbow. In these dreams, a man always appears, right when the rainbow disappears. He always walks over to the crystal clear pool of water and strips down to his skin. Baring a perfectly sculpted masterpiece for my eyes to feast upon, appreciate and remember.
Oh, how I yearn to go to him while he is under the falls, bathing in nature’s finest, purest of waters. Look into his dark blue eyes, which always end up beneath a curtain of darkness that reaches his shoulders, wet and calling me to touch it. To bring his magnificent body flush against mine. I envision caressing his tanned flesh and licking every sparkle of water from all of the warmest places on his body. I would start from the top: his ears, chin, cheeks and lips—and work my way down. Never getting past his center, because that is where I know he will get the most pleasure from my attentions.
The sounds he makes are just as arousing as he is. His sighs of pleasure at times, would seem as if he is in pain. I would take away that glorious pain by giving him even more exhilarating pleasure. Then, he will whisper my name, so sweet from his lips, so sensual, so erotic and thrilling as he reaches his completion, feeding me the finest nectar I have ever tasted.
This dream is always so very intoxicating. It makes me feel so powerful, so satisfied. But alas—it is all only a dream. All of it, something I can never have and never experience—it hurts me to my core. I feel empty and alone. Especially, the times when he whispers, “Lady.” I do not know who he calls from those full lips. But I want it to be me. I always want it to be me…
During the times when I have these dreams, I embody the form of a goddess. I have white blonde hair that flows to my knees, the bluest of eyes and succulent lips-the type of lips only meant for kissing and sucking. I possess two perfectly pert breasts with the pinkest of nipples that would tempt any man into visions of suckling them.
This perfect body of mine is covered in the palest of skin, enfolding some luscious curves that would put an hourglass to utter shame. I walk on two legs instead of four. No more tail or hooves. No more horn on my head or whinnies coming from my muzzle. It is all so very odd. Yet, it feels so very good, so right. As if I was born this way with a lifetime of practice, walking on two legs and swaying my hips to tempt and tease. 
The very best part of this human form is two of my limbs have hands. Hands can do so many glorious things! I remember I once used them to explore my own goddess form and I felt everything. The new skin under my fingers felt so hairless and would prickle with bumps when I reached my breasts. My entire frame would also shiver when I touched my nether region.
I want him to touch me like this. I crave it. He has never touched me in my dreams. He always holds his hands, shaped into fists tightly at his sides. As if he is afraid that if he touches me, I will disappear. So, he restrains himself.
I do not want restraint. I wish for him to unleash his full passion on my dream self while it is here. No man would ever desire a unicorn’s body to be theirs. To own and worship. No. They desire their own kind. Human flesh and human blood.

Oh, how I wish I was a woman—his woman.


A.R. was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associates Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. Shes a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) Shes also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time she enjoys exercising, writing, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing and reading. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book!
She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.

She also loves to hear from her readers and chat away, so feel free to reach out to her any time.


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