It all came back to me and I felt as if I had been hit by a tidal wave. And she was right, her images, both of them are now etched forever in my mind. The sweet sexy, green eyed Alex, and the succubus she became before my eyes. I knew one thing, I wanted, no needed, to live the experience again and again. I googled "Succubus" and found hundreds of hits on t...
(Author’s note: I’m going to try something weird here. The story is public and I’m going to try to be as hands off as possible, meaning I won’t post very many chapters. I’ll fix typos where I see them but the rest is up to ya’ll. Let’s see those imaginations work.) Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard thi...
"So what did she want?" There was no reason for Brandon to lie to them, and every reason for him to be proud of himself so he spent told them what she'd said, how she'd said it too. He left out how she'd looked at him and when asked he made sure the pepper his answers with a few not to subtle references to how sexy she was. They were all clearly thinking th...
I wasn't sure why I was about to enter the club. Actually, that's a lie. I knew why I was there. Why I was standing at the entrance of the "weird" club under the bridge nestled among the run-down warehouses, homeless people and street-walkers. It's just, well, it's just that I had an affinity to the music, the people and the setting. It wasn't so much that I...
Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...
Brushing my hand by your head, I feel your hair, the short spikes feel strong like the muscles in your body. Although tough, you yearn to be submissive, for another to guide you in a space you cherish, that wonderful place of oblivion. You wish in your mind wanderings of being pushed to that point, of guarding yourself, your physique, your brain, your pain t...
*Although not stated, all characters are 18 and over* As my friends and I pulled up to the party I felt a wave of contentment wash over me. My friends had come to drink, chat, and maybe score some tail but I came with one goal and nothing was going to stop me from achieving that. Her name was Taylor and we had never officially met. But she knew who I wa...
Arthur meanwhile was having problems of his own. He had been taken to and locked up in a giant clear bubble that kept the water out but kept him in. He had sat for hours wondering where Dana was and what cruel tortures the lecherous underwater people had devised for her very maidenly body. Those thoughts had led to others, and his mind was still dwelling o...
You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, white stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicating. Pear...
You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, skin coloured stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicati...