"What starts as innocent yoga spirals into a marathon of naked swimming, frantic fingering, and self-licking ecstasy"
My Friday morning kicked off with the sun streaming through the windows, warming my skin as I rolled out my yoga mat in the living room. At 20, with my raven black hair tied back in a messy ponytail and...
"What's one more Angel in heaven? Quite a handful, it seems."
The pearly gates need a damn good oil, that's for sure. They swing inward ahead of me, and the rending screech of grinding metal echoes across the sun-drenched cloud carpet beyond.Clanging to a halt at the extent of their swing,...
"Legend, myth,"
It was a dark and stormy night. I was reminded of that fact by a beagle glaring down at me, hunched over like a vulture, perched on the porch of my destination. I pulled my raspberry beret down snugly for...
"They say a demon's body heat is viciously addictive"
While saying my house is in the middle of nowhere would be too harsh, my closest neighbor is a mile away; that’s why the sound of someone knocking on my door startled me, even on Halloween night.It was fifteen minutes to...
"Out of the frying pan. Into the fire."
De Sade stared out his window and brooded. Sasha, that mouthy wench, had had the nerve to accuse him of pouting. Ridiculous, of course. A man of his breeding never pouted.Brooding though, that was an appropriate response to his current...
"A friend is lost. A plan is born."
“Karen?” Logan gathered her gently into his arms. “Karen, can you hear me?”Her dark eyes fluttered open. “I don’t feel right,” she whispered. “Hurts.”“You’re going to be fine.”He pressed a wad of bandage against the bullet wound in her belly....
"The time for hiding is over. The enemy had found them."
Time passed slowly for Logan. As welcome and valued as Karen’s company was, he worried about Beauty nearly every waking moment. One day became two, and then nearly a week with no sign of the Succubus. More than once he...
"One Soul, Two Soul, Three...She'd Be The Greatest Writer Someday"
"I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I'm not even a word processor.""The girl on top...
"Meanwhile, in the lair of the villains..."
The Hellwind blew strong this night. Baroness Graveek could hear its angry scream rattling against her shuttered windows. She liked the sound. It well suited her current mood as she paced around her spacious bedroom. The whip in her gloved...
"Logan learns about Hell and his own power"
“Because my large friend,” Alan replied. “Everyone knows ships don’t sail on the rivers. They fly.”“Flying ships…” Logan looked at Karen, who nodded as if Alan’s claim about flying ships was the most normal idea imaginable. “I… did not see...