Angie called me in the afternoon to rave over the script for telephone sex. "I was so turned on that I decided to email my script to Taylor," she admitted. I voiced my alarm over her sharing it. "Don't worry. I told him that I wrote it. Who else could have written it?" added Angie. I attempted to defend my point of view, but Angie kept saying how it was so...
Succubi and Incubi are Lilin, children of Lilith, who have been cursed since the beginning of man and cannot reproduce. Sara is a Succubus who wanders the night seeking the magic elixir that only human males can secrete, to give to the incubi to impregnate human females...the only way their kind can survive. Sara loved Manhattan. She lived in an apartment i...
Chapter One: Cathleen It all began just a few years ago, it was my mistake. Her name was Cathleen she was only a minor at the time. It was a date, I looked only a few years older, and we decided to meet at a fancy restaurant in the lower end of town. I walked in and saw her sitting at the back table. We sat down at the table and had some small talk, flirte...
Spike rolled over as he was wakened by a strange sound. He opened his eyes to look at Buffy and saw her with a smile on her face. Just as he was about to touch her shoulder and say something she started to giggle. “What the…” he mused. Then her giggling became a little bit louder. He then realized that she was still fast asleep. “Buffy,” he said quietly...
Her heart still racing, she tries to figure out what just happened. She knows she isn't mistaken—he seemed to make it clear that he wants to spend more time with her. Admittedly, she finds him to be a handsome man and he seems to be kind and gentle, yet part of her heart still yearns for Quell, for his kind touch, the warmth of his body, the hunger of his de...
Author's note: Please start with chapter 1. This tale of Lovecraftian cosmic horror has been dancing in my mind for quite a while, and I hope you enjoy it. Note that some parts of the story will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** After living through Punchau's horrific memory twice Abigail return...
The next morning she wakes up well before dawn, Quell still fast asleep. Her womanhood is still very tender, though the shooting pains of fire don't burn through her when she moves. She eases out of her mate's grasp, quietly getting herself ready for the day without the help of her handmaid. The towel from last night has dried blood on it; she grabs a fresh...
Disclaimer: Speyeder and Mairia are both my own creations so please don't use them without asking :), though if you want to try art of this go for it. Just let me know where to find it! The City in question is the Second Life Sim of Lost Angels and Noumenon is in the Sim Primordealism. Speyeder can be found in Second Life as Speyeder Farina while Mairia is o...
...I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: "All right then, I'll go to hell." —Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn *** I was still on my knees when Beetlesmith began a new conversation. "Hell is neither here nor there for now. Those ends are some di...
Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...