Midnight Saturday at a club simply called X. It's nomenclature is derived from it's owner's name, Xiang. He is Chinese, but not Cathayan. He was embraced by the Followers of Set for his debauchery. X is just one manifestation of that: a members only nightclub on the outskirts of LA that plays hosts to vampires, blood dolls and those just too stupid to know w...
Chapter 3: Jasiri Jasiri's eyes shot open. The pain was gone. The gaping wound to his abdomen was closed and bandaged, and he felt a little better. He wasn't sure for how long he'd been unconscious, but he knew one thing: somebody had saved him, and for that he was extremely grateful. He looked around him, he was in some sort of cave, wrapped in furs. T...
She reached over for the bottle of lube again and applied another generous amount to his ass. She needed him to stay relaxed and open, which meant well lubricated. She was delighted by his reaction to her taking of him. It gave her a bigger sense of power and she was truly enjoying it. She removed the earplugs and she made sure he heard her, "You are a d...
*Thanks to RedBottom1632 for edits. This is my first piece, so try to be kind. Though the players may be real, their names have been changed. This is a fantasy - no harm was done in real life. :)* ***** I stepped into his office and he trailed behind me by a few feet. I wonder occasionally, does he have to avert his eyes from the way my ass wiggles? He, m...
"My lord, I am yours entirely." The voice was completely wrong. As were the words. Taskmaster spirits were not supposed to be either that obsequious or that feminine. I waited for the smoke to clear from the circle with a slight grimace of anticipation, not sure exactly what had happened or whether I had even performed the ritual properly in the first place...
15-June-2004 Electra Masterson W203 Summer I In the mirror... Some folks can look you straight in the face and swear they know exactly when they made life-changing decisions. You always hear about "the moment it all became clear," what a crock of shit! I can't say I ever had one of those "moments". To honestly say there was one thing in particular that I...
It was February the thirteenth, and Cupid was depressed. After years of trying, Psyche, the nympho from down the street, had finally agreed to go on a date with him. The problem was that she wanted to go out on Valentine's Day, the only day of the year he absolutely had to work. There was no way he could help the mortals fall in love and have time for a trys...
Werewolf, to you this is a term used to describe a mythical beast portrayed in books, movies, stories of legend, for me Werewolf is my identity and has been for the six years of my life. My brothers and I were born into a family where the wolf is who we are underneath our human skin. Although we wear our human skin, in our home we are wolves, that is who w...
The sound of water has always been with me. The sound and the feel. I have been bathed in liquid for so long. Even during the birthing, when my son had made his escape into the upper world, the soft caress had continued to rock me in harmony with my world. I sense, rather than see him, pass by. A darker shadow than the other dark shadows. A movement in the...
The name is Lawrence Cameron. I'm a young black man living in Bean Town, Massachusetts. A sexy brother who makes heads turn wherever he goes. That's me in a nutshell. Six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular, with light brown skin and long hair which I keep braided. Astrologically speaking, I am an Aquarian. I am a patrolman with the Boston Police Departm...