Nov 04 2012

A Review of A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

One of the hardest things for me personally to read is a story set in Victorian times. It’s not for the language or the setting so much as the way that all women in that time are written to be sub servant to their husbands, to show as little intelligence as possible and, more often than not, lose their sexuality because they must act “right”…

But what if they could act differently?

A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

  • Title: A Spirit in the Night
  • Author: Katarina Ravenwood
  • Publishing Date: March 3, 2012
  • Length: 3,500 Words
  • ASIN: B007GT1IEK
  • This work at Amazon.com

The story is about:

Mary is the proper, demure wife of a cold, distant husband. She has lived a life of meek subservience, keeping her sinful desires hidden deep down. Then one night her dull existence is shattered when she receives a visit from a lustful demon, a mythical incubus.

The creature unlocks a world of secret desires within Mary, and she learns the true depth of her hidden desire to sexually dominate in this sexually graphic short story loosely inspired by the Gothic horror romances of old.

Mary is a stereotypical “good” Victorian wife. That is to say that she obeys her husband, whether she really wants to or not, submits to his desires, and, tragically, has found that their love, which once was passionate… isn’t any more. Her husband is away more often than not and when he returns there is no love or passion anymore… Only duty. And duty isn’t making Mary any happier.

One day, she discovers a creature watching her and it awakens a passion in her to dominate it and that eventually makes her relationship with her husband change into something oddly different. And all of that is caused by the creature, who might be an Incubus, who allows Mary to do things and think thoughts that “good” women… don’t.

It’s an interesting transformation to watch really…

She goes from meek woman to a much more dominant one in a very short period of time and uses that dominance to her advantage which to me seems to be the point of the story overall.

My issue with stories like this is that they have the sensibilities of the time they are set in and, as a reader from the here and now looking back on those times, I just have a lot of issues with the treatment of woman in those times…

Setting my issues aside, the author writes well, the speech and thoughts feel right for the time and setting. The flow of the story is very good and I wasn’t drawn out of it save for the moments when I had to stop and shake my head at how Mary was seen and treated in her time.

The only thing that was missing was the question of why this all happened. I can take a guess at it, but I won’t. You should read the work and make up your own mind on that subject I think…

I’ll give this work three out of five pitchforks.

Many questions never answered, though the answers and reasons for what the Incubus wanted, did, and managed to change in Mary and her husband… Oddly, by the end of the story I felt as if Lilith would have been a better name for her…

It probably is.

 

Tera

Nov 03 2012

A mini Succubus sculpture…

I love cute things… And I found a really cute and fun little succubus figurine this week that I’m going to share today on the Tale…

Sylvia the Succubus by FantasyFiguresThis cute little thing is called Sylvia the Succubus and is by FantasyFigures. You can find the page on easy.com where I found this lovely work here for those that might want to support this artist’s works…

The figurine is about one and a half inches tall and comes with her own little spear and whip that you can see in her hands…

She has a pair of red horns and a red tail which you can’t see in this image but can on the webpage where this lovely sculpture is for sale…

She sells for ten British pounds, and can be in different colours ii you contact the artist, but really she’s just perfect like this I think…

I love the whimsy in this work and the overall feeling I get from her is fun and cute and then some. I know that she isn’t “sexy” but really  this is just too cute as she is and she really doesn’t need to be over the top anyway…

Please do visit the page with this work and support this artist!

 

Tera

Nov 02 2012

A Review of the Demon Slut series by Anya Asarovna

Today I will be reviewing a pair of stories from an author, but there is a caveat. That being the series is incomplete, it appears to be abandoned, and that really bothers me. The idea is a good one, the characters are wonderful, the scenes are so very hot too… But most of all? Oh there is a Succubus and she is really one of the very few that I enjoyed that are evil in their way. I’ll review the two works in this series separately, and then I will make some comments about everything at the end…

Maddie Cums Alive by Anya Asarovna

Maddie Cums Alive by Anya Asarovna

The first work tells of:

Maddie Barnes is a field agent for the Protectorate, defending mankind from things that go bump in the night. On a routine job she encounters a thing that not only goes bump, but also knows how to grind. And lick. And suck. And all manner of other unwholesome activities. It will take all of her training to overcome this evil Demon Slut.

There is a lot that I like about this story. Of course the one thing that I don’t like is that it is, really, much too short which seems to be a curse of all of the Succubus stories that I have liked of late.

It’s interesting that the story is, almost entirely, an internal monologue that Maddie shares with us. The things she sees are written from the outside looking in, which I also liked. Maddie herself has quite a lot of background for such a short story. It is however a bit light on specifics which I think would have been nice to have in the story.

She talks about her training, but that is somewhat muted. She considers the orders she is given by her superiors, but then discards them as the Succubus takes her victim and Maddie acts as a voyeur for the reader. Maddie then has to make a choice and that choice places her on a path that she never could have imagined…

Which brings us to the Succubus of the story. She isn’t given a name, but she is a redhead, she is very sexy and what’s more interesting is that the story tells a lot about the powers she has to cloud and control the minds of her pray before she takes them. It is, of course, the taking that is so very hot, so very well written and most of all, gives her personality.

In truth, she has more personality than any of the others in the story, and that’s something amazing considering that she speaks very, very little. Save for, of course, one very specific word that takes Maddie over the edge and plummets her life into something completely new and unexpected.

It should be fairly obvious what that is, and Maddie’s transformation is only starting at the end of this story.. Which leads nicely into the next book of course.

The writing is very, very good and I liked that the author seemed to care about what they were writing about enough to give the story heat, but also make it a story. That’s hard to do sometimes in an eleven page work, but the author managed it well.

But it is too short. It bothers me that there is so much heat, so much action and promise to the story and then it is suddenly over, the aftermath is only hinted at and the story ends. I do understand that the purpose of doing this is to sell the next part of the story, but, this work falls into what I call the “$2.99 stroke story” problem. It’s hot, it’s good, but to pay$2.99 for something this short? I would have been happier to pay $5 for both stories together and feel like I got something for what I paid for it.

As such, as much as I would want to give this a higher rating, I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five…

Hot scenes, a wonderfully evil Succubus and most of all, it leaves you wanting to read more. The only thing that I would have liked more would have been to see more of the history of Maddie and the Succubus herself.

When this work appeared, it wasn’t clear if there was going to be another part, or parts in the series. To my surprise another book appeared soon afterwards which added a lot to this story…

Maddie's First Taste by Anya Asarovna

Maddie’s First Taste by Anya Asarovna

The second work continues the story:

After Maddie’s encounter with the succubus, she finds her body has changed. She’s more buxom. Curvier. But the demon might have changed her in other ways, too. She can sense people around her being naughty. And it awakens a dark need in her that must be fulfilled. And then there’s the little problem of that strange voice in her head that’s probably not her own…

The story continues with Maddie waking up at home in the aftermath of what happened. The thing is, she’s different. And the woman she sees in the mirror reminds her of someone… The Succubus.

I’m not spoiling anything to say that, yes, Maddie is becoming or has become a Succubus and the larger problem is that inside of Maddie is that Succubus… and she’s hungry. But what makes this part of the series for me is Maddie’s descent into being a Succubus and discovering what has happened to her, how she’s changed, and what powers she has.

The moments when Maddie feeds are really well done with a nicely hot mix of Succubus need and human desire. Of course the story doesn’t end well for the person Maddie feeds on, but, that then leads into a cliffhanger that promises a lot… but we never see it. It’s been three quarters of a year since these two works were released and nothing has appeared since.

That really and truly is a shame because what happens in the second work sets up what could be an amazing storyline and I would love to see that. There is conflict, there is mystery, there are so many questions to be answered and… it just comes to an abrupt end.

But before that happens, the author writes scenes of Maddie’s powers affecting her that are erotic, that hint at other possible stories and events and they all add to the heat which I enjoyed very much. Maddie might not be the perfect Succubus, but the author writes almost the perfect Succubus seduction in this work that combined with what happens in the first book are some of the best that I have read in a long time…

Which makes the length, the abrupt ending, and the lack of a third work in the series, or more for that matter… disappointing.

Again, as much as I would want to give this a higher rating, I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five…

The hot is better, the Succubus that Maddie has become is wonderfully interesting, and from what little we see I so wanted to see more… But again, too short, it ends on a cliffhanger and that really hurts a lot.

And at this point I have a small problem and it was the main reason why I didn’t review this series for so long…

It hasn’t continued.

The stories end on a cliff hanger and… that’s it. Which for me at least is a huge problem. The author has a really good story, a problem to solve, a Succubus that is still there to bother Maddie, a group that seems to be ready to do something, or was responsible for Maddie’s transformation.

All of this is wonderful for the creation of a hugely successful novel… And it just hasn’t moved since February 2012. I had hoped by this point in time the author would have continued the story, but it appears to be abandoned.

And to be honest? I can see so many places to take this series that it drives me around the bend.

So, should the author read this review… Finish the story!!!

Or send it to me, at least I’ll appreciate it for what it is… A really well done Succubus series that made me really quite happy to read…

Overall, four out of five pitchforks.

Too short, too much promise, not enough progress… But I can hope at least for more…

 

Tera

Nov 01 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 252

If there is one thing that Anime Succubi are, it’s cute. I found a cute little anime Succubus on DeviantArt and, really, the title of the art just made me smile so…

Why? by Nonameinsect

Why? by Nonameinsect

This art is called Why and is by an artist calling themselves Nonameinsect on DeviantArt. You can find the page I found this work on here and the artist’s page is here as well…

She’s just cute… I mean. there really isn’t any other way to describe her and it fits her really well I think… Cute little wings, horns and look… Everything that a cute anime Succubus should be I think… But what makes it for me is her really cute little Succubus tail… Just so awwwwww….

I like her outfit too, I think the black wings and tail against the white clothing really works well and her blonde hair helps too. I think that mebby black horns would have added to the cute, but overall just one of my most favourite anime Succubi I think…

The artist has many other works of art in the same style on their DeviantArt site, one of them being another work that has a succubus theme in it. All of the characters they have drawn are somewhat over endowed in the chest department, but every one of the is the cuteness…

Please do have a look and enjoy!

 

Tera

Oct 31 2012

Tera’s Halloween 2012 Manip – Halloween Mask

It has been, I well know, a long time since I have done a manip, let alone one of a Succubi… I found an image that was, for me at least, amazingly striking and powerful for a lot of reasons.

With the help of my heart, without whom nothing I write is what it can really be, we created a story about the hidden shades that appear on Halloween…

It’s called Halloween Mask…

Halloween Mask by TeraS

Halloween Mask by TeraS

And the story, which I think is wonderfully domme…

Happy Halloween!

 

It seems that questions tickle your mind.

Is there anything real here? Is pretense all you find?

 

Amidst all of the costumes, the makeup and the fakes

her look keeps attracting you; there’s something her gaze . . . takes . . .

 

The mask gains your attention, but something makes you weak.

What does the lacey mask hide that you are drawn to seek?

 

Your inquiries forgotten, you gasp in fear, surprise,

held, helpless, longing to serve those enchanting green eyes.

 

Her will, her power, growing as more questions arrive . . .

When will she choose to take you? And how can you survive?

 

Her senses reach out, tasting, stroking, mulling your fate.

Are you her pet? Her plaything? What sweet debasements wait?

 

Her smile is pure seduction and soon you think no more

but simply purr, pant, prostrate yourself as you adore.

 

All Hallow’s Eve, my precious, with you kissing my feet,

satisfies this Succubi…



No trick . . . you are my treat.




May you all have a wonderful Hallween… Just do watch for those green eyes won’t you?

Tera

Oct 30 2012

Desires 52

When you share yourself… your soul… all that you are.. Some dreams can be real and true…

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Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Twelve

 

As she embraced him, he felt her amazing body pressed tightly against his. It wasn’t a hug, it was a lover’s embrace. His heart soared when she whispered, “Let’s find out together then…”

She pressed herself even tighter against him and he lost all resolve. If there were even the slightest chance of resisting her, not that he wanted to to begin with, it was completely gone. He was completely in her power. He felt her sliding up his right thigh, rubbing herself into it. He felt those perfect, firm, beautiful breasts pressed against his chest so hard he could plainly feel her nipples, even through their clothes. He was looking into her mesmerizing eyes the whole time. Then, she tilted her head and began to kiss up his neck in a way that threatened to drive him insane with desire. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He could still see those glowing, emerald eyes in his mind. He felt her hot breath in his ear, “Let’s explore our needs…”

A soft, “Y-yes” was all he could manage. His hands absentmindedly began touching her. They rubbed her legs. The smooth, sheer fabric of her hose clinging to the most perfect legs he’d ever seen felt so good. They moved up to her shapely, very feminine hips. He felt her muscles tighten and release as she rubbed against his thigh.

He felt her nipples move around on his chest as she shifted around. His heart was pounding. Her listened to her panting as she kissed along his cheek. She stopped a mere millimeters away from his lips as she moaned, “And see where we arrive…”

He felt her lips slip against his and her teeth nibble them. His arousal was growing out of control. With a sultry moan, she pressed her tounge against his lips, parting them. He slid his tounge against hers and wrapped his arms around her. He had his left hand holding her the back of her head, tangled in her raven locks. His right, with a mind of it’s own, had found it’s way to her beautiful ass and was squeezing it’s cheeks. The kiss deepened and he surrendered to it, surrendered to her. All the pain and disappointment was gone. All that was left was passion. Pure, hot passion. He held her body close. Their desire grew stronger. Her body, her scent, her voice, her hypnotic eyes. She was the one. There was no doubt in his mind now.

It seemed like forever and at the same time was all too brief when the kiss broke. He pulled his hand away from her ass slowly and up to her waist. The hand that was in her hair was now touching her face. They were both panting, out of breath. Their foreheads were touching as she said, “And what we will have together…”

He caressed her face, brushing his thumb against her lips and said, “Anything you wish, Tera.” She slid off his thigh and took him by the hand. He followed her out the door, the bar and all it’s pain now a distant memory. All that mattered now, was this incredible woman. He’d follow her anywhere she wanted.

 

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Truths, no matter what they are… matter.

 

Tera

Oct 29 2012

The Cop and the Cat Burglar by James

My heart surprised me with a story that, with his blessings, I am going to share on the Tale today. Storm Clouds hasn’t been written for a while now, and I want to continue the story… But real life has made that difficult for me in a lot of ways…

But my heart, he heard a story about Tom and Camilla and it wanted to be told…

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The Cop and the Cat Burglar

By James

 

This story takes place outside of the continuity of Storm Clouds. The future within that universe may not actually work out this way. Hope you enjoy anyway.

 

 

Detective Sergeant Tom Selleck parked his slightly worn Buick outside the elegant gallery, nodded to the officers who were maintaining the perimeter of the crime scene, and removed his crumpled hat as he went inside, revealing a shock of brown hair, parted on the side. These days, there were slight crow’s feet by his brown eyes when he squinted or smiled; he had been doing the latter for a while, but now usually did the former, as he buried himself more and more in his work again, denying that he needed to consider glasses. But, even though he could be taciturn, and occasionally gruff, he was among the best in the department. “What’ve we got, Murr?”

Vivacious and shapely Marie Jones, was a top-notch forensic scientist, and she had been going over the scene with a fine-tooth comb. Her white smile gleamed past her latte-hued skin and her dark eyes flashed: “I think our friend may have actually swiped something this time, Tom. There was a large, heart-shaped ruby—one of the largest stones of its kind—on this pedestal, under this plexiglass case when the gallery closed last night. It actually belongs to a local company, lent to the gallery for permanent exhibit here. The curator tells me that it had an unusual flaw, so that, when you held it up to the light, you’d think you saw a pair of horns under a halo.”

“You needn’t refer to the stone in the past tense, officer,” the interruption came from a short, officious-looking, bespectacled, pale, but surprisingly imposing man whom Tom assumed was the curator. “No one would dare destroy that stone, and you will get it back, yes??”

“Well, that is the plan, sir,” Tom replied, with a practiced confident-yet-noncommittal tone, before he turned back to his attractive colleague. “Do we think it’s the same perp, Murr?”

As he stepped closer to her to take a look at the pedestal for himself, Marie was glad that her skin-color—along with the fact the Tom was, like most men, unaware of such things—hid the slight flush that had risen to her cheeks. She’d had the serious hots for him ever since she first joined the force six months ago, and even went on a couple dates with him, but her best pass ever didn’t even com close to sparking his interest. A pity.

“Well, for the most part, it shows all the signs, Tom: the lock that was picked without a single scratch; the alarms that were never disabled but never went off . . . all of the elegance of this indicates this was our cat burglar.”

“But something was actually taken this time?” Selleck quizzed. In all of the previous crime scenes (eight in the past month), police found everything still in place, though all of the red stones or heart-shaped pieces of jewelry were moved front and center.

“Uh-huh. Oh, and the part where our valiant hired security guards”—Marie pointed toward two uniformed retirees sitting against the wall, flushed and sweaty, eyes rolling, with telltale stains in an embarrassing position on their pants—“insist that they saw a shapely female in skintight fir with cat’s ears and angel wings.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“I wish I were.”

“And our burglar replaced the lid exactly on the case? How considerate.”

“Not exactly.”

Tom looked at her quizzically.

“The . . . ummmm . . . lid is still sealed. It shows no signs of ever being disturbed.”

“No, that cannot be.” The detective slipped on nytrile gloves and leaned in to more closely examine the case for himself. That was when he noticed the card that marked the exhibit for the first time.

THE ENCHANTED HEART

on loan from S. Realm Enterprises

Tom gasped, almost audibly, as he stepped back from the display as if it was on fire. He’d had dealings with S. Realm Enterprises before; that case, a homicide, was how he had gotten himself a reputation for dealing with the weird. He had told himself he would never have to deal with these people again.

Making his excuses, Detective Selleck headed for the door and then his car. The engine had barely turned over before he gunned the vehicle into the street, making a squealing U-turn and pointing himself toward 69 East 69th Street. A weird stone, a weird crook, a weird crime scene, and now he was headed for that asylum of weirdness, the place where that homicide had led him, the place that changed a simple investigation into a random act of violence into some supernatural battle for the balance of the universe.

It had been some months since that case was wrapped up. The leaves had been through their brilliant autumnal display and were now falling off the trees. The World Series would be done in short order, the Sprint Cup Chase was almost done, and football was in full swing. Tomorrow it would be November.

That case and its aftermath probably had a lot to do with his promotion. He was almost sure that Tera—the proprietor of this bizarre business—had used her powerful connections to arrange it. She almost certainly thought she was rewarding him. The thought that he needed a reward told him she didn’t understand why he did his job at all.

Besides, there had been another sort of reward. After all those years, he had finally managed to stop grieving over Beth; he had managed to move on. A certain Ms. Camilla Addison had been largely responsible for that. She was bright, witty and caring. Her guidance through the bizarre society of the succubi had been crucial in solving the case, in both its mortal and other-worldly aspects. Somehow, Camilla could challenge and comfort Tom in the same breath. He found himself, when they were no longer staring down supernatural death and destruction, falling deeply in love with her.

She had seemed taken with him, as well. They had dated for about a month after the case was over, and the two of them had grown quite close. He began to feel about her the way he hadn’t felt about anybody since Beth.

Then, one day, she was just gone. No note, no nothing. Calls to this compound on East 69th Street, where his car was now pulling up, went unreturned, and then they went unanswered entirely. Tom was confused, broken, and bereft. Just the sight of this place made his jaw clench and his anger bubble up inside.

Dusk was fast approaching as the Detective stepped out of his car and approached the gate. Even within this strange compound, the leaves seemed to be turning, and some seemed to be a blaze of reds and oranges in the waning light. The only difference, from what he could see from leaves covering the ground, was that these seemed to be quite literally golden.

Just as Tom was about to press the button by the gate, hoping for a chance to gain admittance, he saw a shadowy figure on top of the wall: damn but if it wasn’t a female with what seemed to be feline features, right down to the ears and the tail, about five foot tall, either in a skintight suit or absolutely naked! Forgetting the gate, Tom raced along that wall after the cat-woman. When she jumped into the compound, running across the lawn, Tom pulled himself up and over the wall, hitting the ground rather ungloriously on the other side, and pulling himself to his feet again, he just caught a glimpse of a furry tail slipping around the far corner of the main building.

As he turned the same corner in hot pursuit, he found himself thrown against the wall by a shapely feline woman with auburn fur and violet eyes—cat’s eyes, in fact. Before he could catch his breath, she was rubbing her . . . he guessed they were hands, despite the claws, suggestively along his sides and running small kisses up his chest. His blood boiled as she gave his neck a long, langorous lick while simultaneously massaging his balls and stroking his member to amazing hardness through his slacks, ending up with a torrid nuzzle of his right ear. She didn’t even allow him to breathe before giving him a lustful kiss and gently nipping his lower lip, then running through a nearby entry door.

Tom was dazed and aroused past reason as he flailed wildly in a futile attempt to stop the creature—did it have small wings on its back?—and then ran in pursuit. As he stepped through the doorway, he felt a disorientation that he had only felt once before: when he had stepped through a portal into the Succubi Realm. Before he could even begin to orient himself, he tumbled into a king-size bed that took up most of the small room, rolling over onto his back and noticing stars out the window that did not even resemble any he’d seen before.

He didn’t even have a moment to process this before he heard a familiar voice—“Audrey, you come back with my towel right now!”—and a naked succubi tumbled on top of him.

A very familiar naked succubi.

Blonde hair in a short bob, lithe but attractive form, black horns and a tail: Camilla.

“Thomas! What are you . . .” was all she got out before he grabbed her like a drowning man reaching for a life preserver and kissed her as if she would breathe life into him.

“Wait! I should be upset with you,” he gasped before kissing her again, longer and deeper. Even as questions formed in Camilla’s mind, she was instinctively, desperately pulling the clothes from her visitor’s body.

Soon the two of them were caressing and kissing each other with abandon, unleashing months of unspent and unrequited passions.  Camilla’s tail quickly restored her new lover’s erection, which the two of them put to good use, several times.

Finally, sweaty and panting, they paused long enough for Camilla to ask, “What in the Realm are you doing . . . well, here in the Realm?”

“I . . . I was following this . . . this cat . . . woman . . . I don’t know . . . then she jumped me . . . then she ran and I chased her into here, I thought, but . . .

“. . . Hang on a sec’! That . . . that cat, fluttering over our heads”—somehow “cat fluttering over our heads” didn’t phase him—“she looks just like the one I was chasing . . . but mine was about five-foot six.”

“That is Audrey,” Camilla replied, also a bit breathless, “my angelkitty. Every succubi has one, and they . . . they do things like that to get our attention sometimes.

“My particular angelkitty,” she glowered, “has been plotting for weeks, I think.”

Audrey held up a sign with her tail: “You were unhappy.”

Tom looked at Camilla, stroking behind her horns. “Unhappy? But I thought you left to avoid being unhappy with  . . . well, me.”

Camilla’s green eyes, glistening with a bit of moisture, gazed into his brown orbs. “Not at all, Thomas. You were such a joy in my life. But my sisters and brothers here . . . so many had been damaged by what the Dark did, and so nearly destroyed by what it tried to do. Even Queen Tera was shaken. I couldn’t stay in your world and be happy knowing what was going on here.”

“So you did this for your people, okay. But why not tell me?”

“Even writing you a note, I found my resolve wavering; my need for you . . . my desire for you . . . were . . . are so strong.”

Audrey had another sign: “You LOVE him!!”

Then another sign: “And he loves you!! I can tell!!!”

Camilla’s tail was wrapped around Thomas’ waist, its tip teasing his scrotum. Without realizing it, he had begun to massage her mound, making her purr as she continued, “I convinced myself that I had to come home, that I couldn’t stay with you. But Audrey recognized the sadness and grayness in me better than I did, so she found some way to bring you here.”

“She engineered a series of impossible burglaries, where nothing was stolen . . . until today.”

There was a momentary look of discomfort on the succubi’s face as she reached behind herself and pulled a large, red stone out of the bedding: “The Enchanted Heart!”

Audrey shrugged her shoulders, looking as sheepish as a kitty might look, before producing another sign: “How can it be stolen if we own it?”

“Well,” Thomas grumped, just a bit, “there are still a few crimes that this could be.”

One last sign: “But you would rather kiss her, wouldn’t you?”

Thomas smiled, his cheeks reddening.

Camilla did her best to look stern while she held up the stone: “Go put this back right now, please, Audrey . . . with a minimum of showmanship.”

The kitty departed out a window with the jewel. The blonde turned to her bedmate, “Now, we have a bit to discuss, and . . .”

Her Thomas just kissed her. Then kissed her some more. The next round of lovemaking was much less frantic, but no less passionate. When it ended, the sun was peeking into the windows.

Camilla held her love like the most precious treasure ever. “We still have a lot to work out, you know . . . two worlds to negotiate.”

“And I have no doubt that it will not be easy,” he replied. “But we will do it all together, yes?”

“Promise.”

They returned to their lovemaking, continuing to learn about one another.

There was plenty of time for the rest of it.

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When I read this story, I felt good and smiled for the first time in ages… And for that gift, and this one, my heart I thank you…

 

Tera

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