Oct 09 2015

A Review of The Magic Corset by Alina X

The Magic Corset by Alina X

The Magic Corset by Alina X

A review of an anthology work today. There are very few writers that can tell stories about transformations, changes and magic well. Part of that is trying to tell the story about what happens in a way that doesn’t seem like the author is “telling” the reader what is happening but instead allowing the imagination to “show” what is happening.

Teasing the imagination, making the reader put themselves into the story and wondering, fantasizing about the “what if’s” and “what would I have done” moments makes connections to the story better, and that is a very special ability for a writer to have.

  • Title: The Magic Corset
  • Author: Alina X
  • Length: 49 Pages
  • ASIN: B00NJ02ETI
  • Publishing Date: September 11, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

This anthology contains the following works:

A living sex doll, an enchanted garden, a succubus with a bite, and more tentacles than you can shake a stick at. Four erotic stories with paranormal twists from the dubious depths of Alina X’s imagination.

  • The Magic Corset: A year after her husband’s death, Amy finds a parcel addressed to her. Inside is a beautiful corset, and leather boots and gloves. Wearing them excites her, drives her to find a man to satisfy her. But it is a magic corset, and once worn can never be removed. Caught in its embrace, Amy’s lust burns hotter and hotter, even as a strange paralysis grips her – and soon she is as helpless as she is horny.
  • The Garden and You: You escape the modern world and become a solitary gardener at an ancient and neglected mansion, but there is something strange about this garden.
  • Be Careful What You Wish For: Three young men summon a succubus to live out their dirtiest fantasy, but the beautiful demon they trap in their circle isn’t the most submissive of creatures.
  • Taken by the Sea Serpent: Andromeda is taken by the great sea serpent to a peaceful valley where she is transformed into a sea creature and must live in symbiosis with tentacle plants.

As I normally do with anthology works, I will be reviewing the Succubus story on its own and then I will review the entire work as a whole.

Three foolish mortals summon a succubus, intending for her to do as they command. However, playing games with a succubus means that your rules are not hers and if you do not accept that, then the succubus has the upper hand from the first deal and then you should… Be Careful What You Wish For.

The succubus story is quite a bit different from the balance of the collection in that the story isn’t one of transformation or similar themes, but rather the way in which succubi know what others desire and use that to their own end and benefit. The succubus herself is never named, but considering that the three that summon her do not treat her as a person, rather a thing to be played with, that does fit with the story. The succubus physically has hooves and some of the features of succubi that I do not personally like, though there are some aspects of her physical form and personality that I did enjoy quite a lot.

It is very clear from the first words she speaks that she is intelligent, she knows the rules she is dealing with and more importantly, she knows how to use them and those around her to her advantage. There is quite a bit of verbal wordplay between the succubus and the mortals that are trying to trap her. I found that done in a deliciously diverting manner that ensnares them and draws them into her clutches. There is even a hint of some light succubus mind control and other powers being used which all work really well and heat up the story in a lot of ways.

The work is a slightly longer hot flash piece of erotica, not the longest in the work by far, but there is quite a lot of character development and story leading up to the erotica itself. Some of the erotica is quite violent and that didn’t do much for me, but as a whole I liked the majority of what happened.

But really the main thing for me was the power of the succubus herself, how she wields that power and what she is capable of doing. The story is short and ends at a point where I would have liked to see what comes next, but doesn’t. It is one of those stories where I wonder about what the Succubus will do and what the fates will bring.

For this story…. Four out of five pitchforks.

The balance of the collection are a series of transformational stories as a whole and what those transformations do to the main characters of each story. A theme that runs through most of them is a good, wanted thing which then gets turned inside out and upside down. A twist in the story that reveals that things aren’t quite as they seemed to be, sometimes with decidedly poor results for characters in the stories.

The single work in the collection that I enjoyed the most was the first, The Magic Corset. The story is simply very hot and for those that enjoy freeze stories or mannequin and similar works it pushes all of the right buttons with the additional touch of a bit of a clothing fetish that is described in wonderful detail. The erotica is very hot, sexy, and there are moments that are squirmingly erotic and enjoyable. There is a twist, a rather surprising one that dims the passion and heat very much but nonetheless a very enjoyable story by far.

The other two stories really didn’t do as much for me however. Partly for one being very short and a bit on the horror side of things that i didn’t like very much, the other simply for the subject matter and that I felt somewhat disconnected from the story for some reason.

Overall, the collection is well written, the heat in the stories runs to a wide range of tastes and I think that it would appeal to many erotica readers in many ways. I do think that the author should think about taking some of these stories and expanding them into their own larger works, there is more than enough within them to make that happen and it would be interesting to see where things go from where they end here.

For the collection as a whole, three and a half out of five pitchforks.

An interesting collection of erotica that runs a bit hot and cold, but tells good stories and has heat to make them come to life.



Oct 08 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 403

Quite the unique piece of Succubus art this week on the Tale, though I have to admit that I was given pause when I saw one thing about her. It isn’t what she looks like, as I do like her a lot… What bothers me are her fingernails…

Temptation by SB-Mario

Temptation by SB-Mario

This work is called Temptation and is by an artist on DeviantArt named SB-Mario. You can find the original page on DeviantArt with this art here and this artist’s page can be found on DeviantArt here.

I think this is one of the most dramatic images of a Succubus that I have found this year. By that I mean while she is seductive and has a certain temptation about her, there is an implied danger as well and I think that’s reflected in her expression. but more so in the length of her fingernails.

I have to admit they were the one part of this art that gave me pause as I spent some time looking at them and wondering how she would be able to do anything with her hands if her nails were that long. Of course, she could very well change the length of them of course… I just found they draw my focus.

Setting that minor thing aside, I love her skin tone, her hair, especially her eyes and her tail is really quite interesting. As a whole she is a very lovely example of a Succubus and one that I really love for how much character this artist has placed into her form.

The other thing that I was attracted to were the background Succubi… models? Carvings? Something like that. They make an interesting framing device for the main subject of the art, almost looking, in a way, like echoes of wings behind her…

A beautiful work of Succubi art…




Oct 07 2015

I’ll admit that this costume is just interesting enough

Lip Service Devil CorsetIt’s October which means of course that Halloween is around the corner and speeding towards us at high speed and then some… I do think about dressing up a bit more “flashy” than I normally do from time to time, but then the question is… can that be done without looking tacky? Sometimes… mebby?

This is called the Lip Service Devil Corset Dress and it comes with the dress, the dress with lace-up back and vinyl flame details, vinyl horns and vinyl choker. It does not come with the stockings or shoes and it sells for $35 on most sites that I have found this on.

I actually like this more than I think I should… and I’m not exactly sure why that is. It think, more than anything, it’s how the entire thing including the shoes and stockings work together. There’s also a neat little touch which isn’t seen in this image of the costume. The lacing for the corset has little devil tails on the ends and… I think that really looks cute.

I also think I have to give points to the company selling this costume in that they managed to find a model that actually looks good in the costume for one thing, and that her makeup and expression really “sells” this idea for another. They also didn’t fall into the trap of adding silly accessories that make things look cheaper as well.

Pondering about this costume a little further I think that what I really like is how it is presented here. By keeping things as simple as possible and trying to add to the look of the costume in a way that enhances things… makes it look “right” more than anything else.

As a bit of a lark, I ordered this costume in the middle of September, stockings, shoes and all, and it cost $91 plus shipping. I likely won’t be wearing this for Halloween, those that know why… know why. But I think I might try it out on my Eternal and see what he thinks about it…

I’ll give this four out of five pitchforks.

I hope for the best and I think, for once, I won’t be too disappointed really…



Oct 06 2015

A Review of Ganged By Demons by Mina Wyndam

Ganged By Demons by Mina Wyndam

Ganged By Demons by Mina Wyndam

A review of another new series today on the Tale, but one that, at least for me, is lacking a lot of things. As the opening to a series there needs to be something there and a hot flash really doesn’t quite manage that alone.

To write a hot flash can be done with a lack of plot, character, and even, to a point, just be focused on the sex and nothing more. The thing is, if that is all which is offered at the beginning of a series, what is there to draw a reader back into the series when the next work appears?

Sex alone does not a series make, no matter how well written that erotica might be.

This work tells the story of:

Lynette can’t get what she wants from just one man, or any man. The pleasure she craves can only be provided by demons. Her dreams summon them, and these bad boys literally from hell plunge her into the depths of never-ending pleasure, and claim her as their succubus.

Lynette finds herself surrounded by incubi who take her and use her in all of the ways that make her scream. Given a choice which isn’t one, she falls and becomes their plaything. For Lynette, that dream becomes her reality and more.

The work is a short, hot flash that moves directly into the erotica with little told of Lynette, the main character, and next to nothing about the group of what appears to be incubi having their way with her. There’s really no character development, no understanding of what brought Lynette to where she is, and overall it is slightly confusing.

Being a hot flash, Lynette is immediately at the mercy of the incubi, they doing all sorts of things to her, taking her further and further into her orgasms and then the story takes a slightly darker turn. The incubi give Lynette a simple choice, which really isn’t and she is then taken again, being changed into what the incubi desire of her.

As a whole the story’s erotica was somewhat stereotypical, the incubi were as well as a whole. It was difficult to care about what was happening because there wasn’t a lead into the story, it just jumped directly into Lynette being taken, over and over again. Her thoughts were more about what she was feeling, her mind being scattered, and just agreeing, or more accurately, pleading, for more from the incubi.

Being that the work was mainly about the erotica, and there was little plot or substance otherwise, that didn’t do much for me. This is not a good thing considering it is the first work in a series, at least from the note at the end of this work it is. It left a thin impression on me, I didn’t feel a need to continue in the series and that shouldn’t be.

There needs to be a hook in this work beyond the erotica. Telling something of Lynette’s life, explaining how she came to be with the incubi, even showing more about what happens to Lynette when she is changed in the story, beyond her hand changing colour, would add a lot to this work.

Focusing on the erotica alone isn’t enough and being as short as this work is does not help as well. More story, more depth, and more meaning would improve this a lot and, as well, I think help direct the next work in the series. I hope the next work tells more than another moment of Lynette being used by those around her. There’s more story here, it needs to be told.

I’ll give this work two and a half out of five pitchforks.

All kinds of erotica, but little told of the characters, how things came to be, and little plot save for the sex. For a series that’s rather a thin thing and I didn’t feel like I had a connection to the characters or a desire to continue with the series.

More story among the erotica would be a good thing.



Oct 06 2015

A Review of From Spark To Flame by Vicky Payne

From Spark To Flame by Vicky Payne

From Spark To Flame by Vicky Payne

A review of the first work in the Incubus Dreaming series by Vicky Payne today on the Tale. It is a story about an Incubus, a human, and the odd things that happen when one cannot believe in oneself… on both sides.

There are the things we see within ourselves that define who we are. If not to the world around us, then within ourselves. They speak of our insecurities, needs, hopes, wants and, if we allow it, our desires.

It is these things that shape who we are, not necessarily what we are. The two can be very different things if we are not capable of accepting all that we are.

Sometimes it takes shaking the foundations to be able to see there might be something more within ourselves if we are willing to try. It is the trying that is, after all, the most trying of times…

This work tells the story of:

After a disastrous relationship with a con artist leaves her up to her ears in debt and doubting that love exists, curvy Abigail Crane moves to a coastal town to start over. When the reclusive Billionaire Caledon Ambrose appears at the architecture firm where she works, she’s shocked by just how attracted she is to the masculine, alpha male that he is. Still, she tries to ignore her silly crush on the utterly unobtainable guy, until she begins to have sizzling, electric wet dreams about him. There’s something more than natural about Cale, and she’s not sure if she wants to find out what. Abby moved to the coat to escape her past, but she never really believed she’d find her future…

Caledon Ambrose is over eight hundred years old, and jaded in every possible way. A half-incubus, he’s had plenty of time to earn himself riches, to experience every kind of sordid, depraved pleasure available to mankind, and come to the conclusion that he will spend his immortality alone. But a vision of a woman he’s never seen taunts him, and when he discovers that she’s the secretary of his architect, he’s more than shocked. Unwilling to admit the power a mere mortal has over him, Cale tries to convince himself she’s nothing more than a mousy, shy creature. But there’s something about Abby, and his mind reaches to hers and enmeshes them both in delicious, sensual dreams he cannot control. Will he be able to burn out his desire for her by experiencing these bondage fantasies with her? Or will they both spiral down into a whirlpool of passion that threatens to disrupt every facet of his existence?

Abby is firing her way back out of a terrible situation on her own. It isn’t just the things that happened to ruin her life, but more it was the words spoken that turned out not to be true that have done the most damage. Cale appears, there is a literal spark, and Abby’s dreams change. For that matter so do Cale’s as well. But it is Cale’s secrets that bind them both, even if neither can see the bindings themselves.

There’s quite a lot of world building in this work which is mixed nicely with some hot little flashes of erotica between the two main characters. As the story unfolds, the thoughts of both Cale and Abby become real in a lot of ways. By that I mean the characters have depth, purpose, and meaning in their own ways. It isn’t simply a matter of telling a rote story, aiming to push the two characters together. There’s a struggle, some moments where they clash, try to understand what is happening, and I liked that because it made for character development that I enjoyed.

Abby’s background is as detailed as Cale’s and it told a story that I think set out the rest of the book well, explained why she acted the way she did, and much of her own being. I enjoyed the fact her real emotions came out in the work, that she didn’t act the same in every single moment she appeared. More interesting was how her dreamself and her real self differed as much as they did, which actually brought me to wonder about exactly who Abby is. There’s a little bit of mystery around her, some of which Cale comments on, and if I am correct in my thinking, I think that’s the more interesting story to tell.

Cale himself is a part-incubus, and as such he doesn’t act as the stereotypical incubus might in a story like this. There is a moment when his true form appears, wings, horns and… hooves. While I don’t care for the hooves, the mental image is unique in its own way and that was nice to see. But he is very single-minded at times, tending to force away a lot of things that, given a clear frame of mind, he should realize means something to him. But there’s more “refusing” of his being in this work and trying to overcome the attraction he has for Abby than there needs to be.

It’s a battle of wills within Cale, and the end result tempers a lot of the story. I’m not sure that works well, but if there will be a second book, and it appears so, then that part of the plot arc will be interesting in how he deals with it. Coupled to that, there are a lot of little hints about Cale as well that don’t quite play out in this work. They are a clear hook into the next and I hope they are used well there.

The erotica falls into a series of dreamscapes in which Cale has his way with Abby, but as well, she responds to that in an active, not passive way, and it was that blending of dominant personalities that I think held me in the work. There isn’t so much a “use” on Abby as it is Cale being drawn to her, seeking out her needs and fulfilling them.

There are some minor issues in the work, a few spelling errors, but nothing serious. One section of the work when Abby was being pulled in several directions at once felt overdone and didn’t add a lot I felt to the story. But the erotica is well written, the characters are quite strong and powerful, and the story, while leaning on the rather popular “billionaire finding love” trope, manages to keep things from going over the top, becoming silly, or worse, a soap opera instead of a real story. Here story matters, it drives everything else and I enjoyed that a lot.

Four out of five pitchforks.

An interesting story well told. Good characters, a nice air of mystery, discovery, and in some ways, a hauntingly direct need to not believe in the possible. I like the beginning, I hope the follow book is as good as this one was.

Most of all, I want to see if my thoughts about Abby herself, the clues that I seem to see, are the ones that I believe them to be and where that takes both her and Cale.



Oct 05 2015

3,000 Tales – The Book by TeraS

Today marks the 3,000th thought, idea, comment, or some other thing that I have posted on the Tale. I have, to be honest with myself, a lot of stories that are unfinished here on the Tale already, and, as well, there are a lot of unfinished stories that I have not placed here.

There are stories I want to tell, but, I never think they are good enough, or I have other problems with them that make me set them aside and put them away, perhaps to be seen again when I have some inspiration … or something.

I feel like that is a problem for me. I feel like what I do share isn’t really as good as it could be, should be. I never see that my writing is something that tells a good story, that there is something within the words that matters in some way, shape or form.

However, sometimes, just sometimes, there are stories that manage to get out past my fingers that are close to what I’d like to say …


The Book
By TeraS


The book came into existence with the cover: two thin pieces of bound leather, the space in-between a void, without form or substance. When it appeared, it seemed lost, forlorn, out of place. On the front cover was a symbol, carved into the leather with a loving hand, an expression of the things that would appear within.

There was to be love, passions, desires … the things that mattered in the moments that they did so. There was to be amusement, a bit of teasing. Of course there would be seduction, temptation, the needs of the soul in all of the things that the symbol on the cover told.

The cover had been sketched upon, the leather cut, burnished, shaped until there was the clear image of a familiar red heart that bore a pair of small, cute horns and a mischievous tail: her symbol, the one that meant something to her, to those that knew of it, that understood what it meant for the always.

Turning the fragile, almost barely-there creation over, on the rear there was no symbol. Instead a feminine hand had etched into the leather a series of words. The script flowed; the loops, arcs, swirls and lines were a mirror of the mind that controlled that hand. To some, the words might seem jumbled, disordered—perhaps a reflection of the way in which her mind raced at speeds that her hands could not keep up with, of how the thoughts, needs, stories within wanted to get out, be told, be shared for the simple reason that they needed to be. But in spite of how messy they might be, there were things to tell and the back cover, the words upon it, tried to tell them as best they could be.

For uncounted time, more than the book itself could know, nothing changed. The book remained as it was, a cover, nothing within to be held by it. No pages telling of dreams, no paragraphs of desires. No thoughts or words there for they had not come into being.

Then, somehow, things started to change. A single sheet, a thin page with a little line of story upon it, materialized from nowhere, standing straight up between the open covers, finally being bound to them. The page then fell down, resting upon the inside back cover where it could be read.

And it was.

The page then turned over, lying upon the inside front cover. On the back of the page, another few lines appeared, another bit of story, of thought, of meaning materializing there. The words were rushed, talking about needs and temptations: a tale of the beginning, where all books must start.

For a time the page was alone between the covers. The words were there to be seen, but so few, so little, that it might have well been the covers alone still. Then, once more, things changed. Pages started to appear, one after the next, attaching themselves to the cover, falling one way, then the other, each page allowing the next to appear.

The pages were full of errors: spelling mistakes, grammar that didn’t fit, dialog that was laughable, to be kind. But the pages kept coming, the words upon them expressing the thoughts of the mind that drew them there. And the thoughts were so profound, so amazing, so inspiring that none of what the world called “errors” truly mattered … except in her mind.

After a time, again, the pages changed. Mixed among the stories came images, expressions of fantasies that spoke not in a shout, but in a soft purr that drew others to the words that seemed to have sired the images. The images purred, but the words sang of seduction, how it felt to submit, to allow her to touch, to caress, to whisper of the fantasies unspoken but to the one who held them within.

Still the pages came, the stories with their mistakes, the odd thing not expressed in the right way. The book became thick with the pages, the spine widening to accommodate the pages that continued to appear.

Then the ink upon the pages, usually black in colour, was met with the occasional burst of red, red that drew attention to the little mistakes, clarified the thoughts, took the stampede of thoughts that came from her mind and settled them into their places. The red was mixed with the black, as in the same way that it had been within the stories themselves. The words became more than they had been, the meaning behind them clearer.

Perhaps, from time to time, the red that was guided by another hand paused, considered if the meaning of the words, the passions within, the desires, the temptations, were changed in some way by the red. The black never did so, not once. The black on the pages bound itself to the red, the two merging, the black now shining with the red within, the words now a reflection, fully, of the red and black that dwelled within the mind that told the stories and continued in doing so.

The book was no longer a forlorn thing. It held more than just words and images. Between the pages things started to appear, items that bookmarked moments in the storytelling that flourished there: a single white feather, a leather collar, a pair of red socks; things that made sense only to the mind that saw them, but were part of what made the words themselves, the stories, the meaning, everything to her.

The book was a little worn around the edges now, having being paged through so many times. Some of the older pages were dog-eared, others turning colour slightly. But the words remained, not fading, not changing from what they held and meant for all time. If anything, somehow, they became more vivid with each reading. They told of the wishes of the mind that wrote them, how she wished to do the right thing, to be the best she could be, for that mattered the most of all. Within the words, mixed in a way that wasn’t always clear to others, was a silent hope, a wish, one that she would never know.

The book was special, more so than might have been first understood. It was more than a book, it was a portal between the worlds, between two souls, forever connected. It was … and it was more.

Where the book rested, awaiting the next page to be added, a slim feminine hand reached out to turn the page. Her blue eyes read the words, her soft lips smiled as she saw the meaning of them. Her red, heart-tipped tail moved to touch the book, to touch the things between the pages. She laughed at the moments she was meant to, sighed a little at the thoughts of the one that wrote the words, and marvelled at those words.

She brushed a stray lock of her blond hair behind one ear, in a way that the soul that wrote the words would recognize as being where she gained that particular quirk of character. She wished that she was there, to tell what she thought, to explain that the words didn’t have to so perfect as they were meant to be. For they already were, in the most important way.

Another page appeared, being attached to the book, the stories continuing.

She smiled, reading her daughter’s thoughts. Knowing that the stories were not done, the need to share, to offer, to give of herself would never come to a close. For the book would always have room, between the covers, to tell more of what she wanted to say.

Being Tera’s mother, she would always know those stories, for the book would see to that …

… always …

Oct 04 2015

A Review of Evil Lust by Darla Dunbar

Evil Lust by Darla Dunbar

Evil Lust by Darla Dunbar

If a story summary mentions a succubus, a reader would expect that a succubus appears in the work they are considering. Beyond that, if the succubus in the summary seems to be a focal point of the story, then one might expect her to speak, be described, and if nothing else, at least be there in the story, to mean something and to do something in it.

However, when the succubus appears for two paragraphs, isn’t described, doesn’t say a word, and the battle with the heroine isn’t even described as well… That’s quite disappointing. When things like this happen my question is: What was the point of the succubus being in the story in the first place?

This work tells the story of:

Henry and Claire are meant to be together. But a succubus has taken over Henry’s actions. Under her spell, Henry has succumbed to lusting after Charlotte, the human form that the succubus has assumed. If Claire were to find out, then their marriage will be ruined beyond repair. It is up to Valtina to break the succubus’ spell and clear Henry’s memory of any guilt that would haunt his love for Claire forever.

Valtina is working with others to stop evil from taking love away from the world. Being successful so far, she is given the task to save a couple who’s love is being threatened by a succubus. She is warned it will not be easy, that she is facing her greatest challenge so far and is determined to win for the sake of love.

I was expecting a story in which a succubus appeared, there was some kind of conflict followed by a resolution by the heroine to save the day and then the story would continue from there. I expected to learn something about the succubus herself, why she picked this couple, and even beyond that, an explanation about what else was going on with the evil that seems to be in this work.

I thought that as I was coming into this work in the middle of a series, that would be a problem, but there’s enough told about what is going on that I didn’t feel like I was lost in the story as a whole. Where I did get lost was how quickly the succubus appeared, then vanished, and the rest of the work turned into an extended love scene.

That’s a problem because, reading the summary, I expected the succubus to be core to the story, to be in the work for a significant part of it. I thought there would be a description of her, there isn’t only her eyes turning red is told. I thought she would speak, talk to the heroine, something, but that didn’t happen either. Not one word was spoken. Being that the succubus was supposed to be the equal of the heroine, I thought there would be some sort of battle for control, a moment where the heroine would be in peril, something. Again this didn’t happen. The “fight” was one sentence and then it was over, the heroine leaving to continue dealing with the husband and wife while another character was dropped in to deal with the succubus.

From the point of view of wanting to read about a succubus in some sort of way, this work didn’t manage that. Because of this, it was difficult to see the reason for the succubus to be in the story in the first place. This is not really a story with a succubus, it is a story with a passing mention of one.

Setting that aside, the balance of the work was uneven, the dialog was a little stilted, read oddly, and if you spoke the dialog out loud it didn’t really fit well. The story read very much like a romance novel with the heroine of the book being a voyeuristic part of the overall plot once her role in “saving” the marriage was over. There really wasn’t much that held me in the story, and even when more of the overall plot came out and some of the secrets of the heroine came out that wasn’t enough to keep my interest.

Two pitchforks out of five.

Little appearance of a succubus, a story that didn’t hold me. There needs to be more substance than just the erotica and here that wasn’t to be seen…