Jul 20 2015

The Other Side (A Companion Piece to “Traveling”) by James

Last week I shared a story in which I told, in some way, something that I am quite upset over. I am not where I should be, not doing what I should be, not being where I have wanted to be tomorrow… My Heart and his Beloved will be there, my Eternal as well… But not I…

I wrote the piece last week…. upset. I still am, will be for some time I expect because… because that is how I am…

Something My Heart understands…


The Other Side (a companion piece to “Traveling”)

by James


He had looked forward to this journey for so long, some real traveling that didn’t involve any work, didn’t involve any emergencies or anybody needing any help. He had looked forward to being away from home, as much as he loved it, because, when he was home, there was always work waiting for him . . . someplace.

And yet, there was the part he missed. Their dog wasn’t making the journey with them, but was staying with friends. Beds in places where one travels are never the same as one’s bed at home, no matter how nice the traveling accommodations might be. Nor is the food ever quite the same—for better and for worse. Most of all, he missed seeing the light from the home on the other side of the fence. It was ever a warm and cheery light, not simply for the illuminations of the house itself, but for the light of its occupants, who had become more than good friends—they were good family.

As he looked out of the window of his train, watching the world go by, his mind’s eye was drawn back to the fence. It was, he was pretty sure—the changes in time zones kept him on his toes—the time of day when he would meet his Dear One by the fence, when they would say so little and so much all at the same time, talking of their day, of their Eternals, of their dogs and work and dinner and sundry minutiae. Yet, in that seemingly innocuous banter, they were really renewing a timeless bond, a bond which transcended realities and universes and which neither ever realized existed until the met, quite by accident, so long ago yet not very long ago.

Somehow, their little chats kept reality in balance.

He never knew quite how that was possible, except, he suspected, because she was indeed so important to so many worlds, so many people, so many realities. He was, he thought, probably, the only one to call her “Dear One,” but she went by so many other names, and brought light and how and joy and possibility to so very many other people. How he was a help in all of this, bound to his one reality, he never knew, but he was grateful for his time with her, and more grateful that he could be useful. And, right now, he was missing that one bit of home, even though he still felt connected to her.

One thing he most looked forward to was the stop on the trip where they would meet up with their neighbors for a special day. This hadn’t been the reason for the journey, or even part of the original plan, but it was truly a cherry on the sundae of this whole special, relaxing fortnight, as the four of them would just get to visit and have fun together.

Then came her message: some annoying slugs, flush with their own power and their own over-estimation of their importance, had managed to weasel out a way to force her to take a trip she didn’t want to take. It was in her power to say “no”—there were few things not in her power, in one world or another, though more than she cared to ever admit to herself—but her refusal would leave others vulnerable to bigger troubles, and it simply wasn’t in her to allow that. But she would miss their rendezvous. Her Eternal would be there, provided, the traveler mused, that her beloved was not crushed under the weight of all the instructions she had included for making things “perfect.” For the traveler and his love, having their friend there to wave and say “Hi” was more than sufficient.

Still, his Dear One was beating herself up for not being there in person, in part out of disappointment—which he shared—in part out of duty. He wished he could take that latter bit away from her; he kept trying to tell her that there was no “duty” involved, that it wasn’t that way with them (he knew that, were the tables turned, he would feel that duty, feel that he was letting her down, but he didn’t need to deal with that now, so he pushed forward, ignoring the potential double standard). More than anything, he wished he could take the pain away from her, wished he could just hold that for her, at least the part that concerned the two of them. He also had some passing notions of mercilessly and repeatedly impaling slugs on salt-encrusted pitchforks . . . but that was just for fun.

Then came that night on the train, there in the dark, as the other train passed, and their fence . . . How could it be their fence? And yet, how could it be anything else? . . . somehow appeared, and there seemed to be only one window lit in the train that passed, and, ever-so briefly, but in a nanosecond that seemed to stretch out for a week, he saw her, and heard, “Hello, my heart,” and shared a hug.

Then it was over.

But, also, so much was changed. She would go on, and keep people safe and happy, and keep worlds in balance, and they would both find their way back to the fence in time.

But there would be something more. Universes that believed they could keep these two apart were foolish universes. Bigger forces than these slugs had tried and failed before. The moment he lost sight of his Dear One’s train in the night, the thoughts began spinning in his head.

When he and his beloved met up with Dear One’s Eternal, the plotting would begin.

The other side of this missed moment would be something much more . . .

Jul 19 2015

A Review of The High Priestess’ Corruption by Xavier Girbes

The High Priestess' Corruption by Xavier Girbes

The High Priestess’ Corruption by Xavier Girbes

There are some series that try to begin, at least in someway, and in doing so they create a moment, an instant, where the story has some promise. Something within it that offers the tantalizing possibility that the story has something within the pages that offers more than an erotic moment.

It is getting to the story, to find where it starts and then, hopefully in time, where it concludes that there can be something found. But when the opening is lost within the erotica, leaving the story not fully realized that something is missing.

The work tells the story of:

Gabriella felt the return of the Dark Lord every night in her dreams. As the High Priestess of the citadel, it was her job to stand as the living embodiment of purity, to remain chaste in the service of The Light and protect her people.

But as he drew closer and closer to her, she could sense his effect on the land, the normally good and chaste people of the citadel had grown dark and depraved. She had even caught her noble attendant Sir Francis, once the embodiment of nobility and loyalty, watching her lewdly. Now with the Dark Lord at the citadel gates, Gabriella fights to keep him at bay, while also fighting against her growing desire to give herself to him.

A story of the fall of the light as the darkness surrounds the last of the light. A moment when the balance is tipped, things change, and what once was, becomes something other than what should be.

The work reads very much like the opening chapter to a novel, having the setting, the characters and then the theme of the work clearly told. As such, while there is some background given, then followed by the events told, it isn’t quite all that detailed, nor is a lot of time spent in the story itself. By comparison, the erotica within the work takes up most of the story, and through that things change.

But there isn’t really a lot of time spent on explaining why the events unfold as they do. The work seems to want to get to the erotica as quickly as possible, and find that heat to move the story onwards. There is a bit of mind control, really there’s more than a bit and it leads to the heat of the work. There are some transformations, a bit of character change in form and personality as well.

In that comes, for but an instant, the appearance of two succubi who come to be through two characters being transformed. It is, as a whole, only hinted at, the moment is quickly passed by and then the characters fall into the background.

The work is fantasy, a bit dark, but not too much so. It is short, a little lost in telling a story at some points as well. There is heat, though that in itself isn’t enough to carry the story either. It reads too thin for the first book of a series and needed to be longer and telling more of a story. Seeing as, of this review, there has not been another work in the series, that is the larger shame as there is a story here to tell. But it just isn’t as much as it should be.

Three out of five pitchforks.

As the outline to a longer work, or as the opening chapter to a novel, this tells quite an interesting story. The problem is that the series didn’t continue, the story is not fully told and that is the greater shame.



Jul 19 2015

A Review of The Visitor by Daria Savoy

The Visitor by Daria Savoy

The Visitor by Daria Savoy

Sometimes the story of encountering a Succubus is one that needs no names to be told. The story is told in emotions and passions, not the spoken word. It is not so much a story of what is seen, but rather what is felt. Sometimes the pleasure given is one that needs to be returned and in doing so, sometimes you are learn about yourself.

What you desire, what you need, and most of all, what takes you to the edge and then beyond.

But, sadly, the author should have written their own work and not taken the words of another…

  • Title: The Visitor
  • Author: Daria Savoy
  • Length: 12 Pages
  • ASIN: B00M4TL9RI
  • Publishing Date: July 24, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com (Removed – Plagiarized Work)

It is the story of:

Anne Patterson is a normal office clerk, invisible to the everyday individual. She runs a routine life that hasn’t had a hint of romance for more than a year. When the opportunity to move into a historical loft presents itself, she can’t refuse. The place is a part of a renovated factory, built during the Industrial Revolution. She’s always wanted to live in a piece of history, but never would she have fathomed what awaited in her new home.

A woman moves into a loft and soon after finds that it is haunted. She is visited more and more often as time passes and as it does, she discovers the one that visits needs and that she needs in return.

The interesting thing about this work is that very few words are actually spoken by the characters. As such it is more about the emotions, needs, and the physical aspects than anything else. While the summary of the work gives the main character’s name, in the actual story it is never mentioned. The work is told from the main character’s perspective throughout and with that comes her thoughts, fears, emotions and, when the Succubus appears, the needs within her.

The story that comes from that simmers throughout much of the story until it crests and with it a change in the way the main character thinks about the visitor she has. The question of what the visitor is, whether succubus, ghost or other being, is never really touched on. But what is obvious is the need to touch, to caress, to want to be with Anne as the story goes on.

The erotica is told in a way that is very tactile and I thought that came out really well. While the work is short, the story itself is told completely and well in that space. There isn’t the feeling of something missing when the story comes to its conclusion because the heat that has been building in the story, when the climax arrives, is played upon perfectly. The work isn’t a hot flash so much as it is a long, drawn out tease that ends in a wonderful burst of passion.

While the writing is excellent, the editing needs some work. There are three points in the work where a word is misused and those come at moments in the story where passions are cresting, or the climax is almost upon Anne and as such I found that very distracting. This is a minor fault but with all that this work offers these points just took a lot away from the story and I thought it took much out of my imagination at those moments and it made it difficult to get fully into the story once more before it happened again.

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

The work needs another editing pass to clean up what are really some minor word errors that take away from a haunting story at the wrong moment. Beyond that the heat is wonderful, the passions real, and a story of a succubus that is not lust, but love.

The work also should never had appeared as it was plagiarized from another author’s work sadly. With the advent of Kindle Unlimited, this happens far too often. It shouldn’t not by any means.



Jul 18 2015

Quite a nice Morrigan Aensland Cosplay

An image of a rather nice Morrigan Aensland cosplay that I found when I was looking through the etsy.com site and I just wanted to share what I found.

Kassandra Leigh as Morrigan Aensland

Kassandra Leigh as Morrigan Aensland

The model is Kassandra Leigh, she has a website that can be found quite easily and she does an amazing amount of Cosplay there. She looks quite good as Morrigan, she has the right pose in this picture, her expression feels right, and as a whole she does look very much like Morrigan.

It makes me ponder if sometime I should try a Morrigan look for myself… but probably not… I don’t think I have the body shape to pull that off… And besides, blue isn’t my colour after all…



Jul 17 2015

A Review of Just a Bite by Kay Michaels

Just a Bite by Kay Michaels

Just a Bite by Kay Michaels

Today and next Friday, I will be reviewing a pair of works by Kay Michaels which revolve around a Succubus named Carmen.

Sometimes a story, or stories, about a Succubus aren’t really about her. They are the story of the ones around them, what their lives are like, and how, exactly, does the Succubus relate to them.

And what happens when it’s more than that sometimes…

It is the story of:

Simon had tried hard to leave his past behind him. He worked in the mall, just trying to make it through the day. That’s when Carmen showed up. She wasn’t a normal girl. She wanted a taste of him… and he was worried it’d mean his death.

Simon works in a suburban mall making his way through a life that has been a mess from the start. One cold day Carmen appears and Simon’s past comes back to haunt him. And in doing so, that past haunts Carmen as well.

I think, as a whole, this is the beginning to what could well be one of the most involved and interesting series about someone relating to a Succubus that I have read in some time. The work really sets up a situation that, at the beginning, you don’t see coming and for that matter, it feels very much like neither Simon or Carmen does as well.

From the start of this work, it’s cleat that Simon’s life has been hellish in more than one way, and while the entire story isn’t told, it’s clear that the things that have happened to him very nearly cost him his life. Chief among these being his girlfriend who was, unfortunately, a Succubus that hurt him, made him bleed, and took him to the edge of death before Simon’s father “removed” her from Simon’s life.

But that event, along with all else that had happened to him as well, marked Simon deeply and in doing so took away the only things that mattered in his life. It’s tragic, terrible, and ever so sad a story. Mixed in with that is his ability to know a Succubus when he sees one… And he sees one when Carmen appears.

Carmen is really a very unique Succubus, but we learn very little about her past, her thoughts, or really much about her save that she does have fangs, no horns or tail, she’s very sexually active and attractive too. She has a dominant personality and she tries very much to get what she can from Simon and those around her. But Simon sees through her, and the other part of the story is that Carmen learns what makes Simon special. That attracts her to him, but at the same time he refuses her, knowing what happened to him in the past would again and in doing so would damn Carmen as well.

Over time, they do become close, and eventually there is an acceptance that the two of them do become closer, work together, move in together, and more. But what turns the corner in their relationship is that they find something each needs in the other and in doing so that sets up an amazing moment between them.

There isn’t a lot of erotica in the work, and in truth there really doesn’t need to be. It’s more a story about the power play between Simon and Carmen and that is an amazing thing to read and watch unfold between them both. The climax of the story brings about some relief to the sexual tension, but only for a moment as the echoes of Simon’s past creep in as the work comes to a close.

That past revolves around Simon’s father who is coming to see him… and his girlfriend Carmen. It’s clear that there is danger in that, but while the threat is there, and it awaits the moment to strike at them, it really doesn’t get a lot of ominous foreshadowing that overpowers the rest of the story. It is there, it’s clear what might happen, and as the work comes to a close, Simon and Carmen start to figure out how to deal with that.

The mix of sexuality, tension, loss and, eventually, hope, makes for a very powerful story and one that I did enjoy very much because neither Simon or Carmen are simple characters that just are in the story marking time. They are vibrant, strong, and with each page become a lot more vivid which is a talent I enjoy when I find it.

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

The thing about this work is, however, that the next part of the story didn’t appear until almost a year later and I think that hurt things to a point. Mostly that the story faded away and I don’t think that it should have. Book two, A Taste for Power will be reviewed next Friday and it does, very much, continue the themes and power that this work has… But it also has the one flaw in it as well.



Jul 17 2015

A Review of Amphora: The Gossamer Witch by Lilith Lo

Amphora: The Gossamer Witch by Lilith Lo

Amphora: The Gossamer Witch by Lilith Lo

One of the powers of a Succubus is that of being able to change the perceptions of others. To make them see, hear, feel and, eventually, believe that which is not the truth. To draw them into a web where the Succubus gains what she needs, however she can.

This is how, for the most part, the more evil, or expected Succubi act. They have one purpose, one desire and need. The thing is that the same can be said of those that they are attracted to. Their desires are just as apt to doom them in the same way as the Succubus herself can be… even if she cannot see that for herself.

The work tells the story of:

Living under the frightful lust of the Night Witch, the men and women of Gobekli Tepe have learned to fear her cry. One man, Liam, lives in denial of her threat – forever seeing the Night Witch as a homespun myth. Unwittingly, with lust for his lady Anada, he sets the Night Witch into motion yet again.

Hunted by her far reaching lust, will Liam escape by dampening her spirits before the sun begins to rise? Or, with his ignorance, will he give the Gossamer Witch what she desires the most?

Liam finds that his lust for another has brought the attentions of the Night Witch. A chase made, a love held and within the moments that come, a choice made that speaks volumes of all involved… forever.

The two main characters of this work, Liam and Amphora have a battle of wills, desires, truths and lies which ensnares both characters into a battle which is both stunningly told and at the same time leaves one wishing there was more than what is told.

The work does not dwell long on setting up the story, moving quite quickly into Liam encountering Amphora and the two dancing around each other with words and actions. I found that quite captivating in that Amphora, though she isn’t explicitly said to be a Succubus, has many of the aspects, powers, and, if not exactly charm, then seductiveness of one. There are twists in words, actions, even in the creation of things to tempt, tease, confuse and concern Liam as the story goes onwards.

There is a very slow and deliberate path which Liam is placed on by Amphora. As they move around the point of their confrontation, there is a very subtle shift in the story that I think reflected well on how Amphora’s powers held sway and what she was capable of. The telling of the story from Liam’s perceptions worked well and didn’t feel wrong or out of place. There are moments when Amphora’s abilities to shift reality around Liam come to the fore, events transpire and there are points at which reality and the fantasy created are indistinguishable from one another.

The work, as a whole, does not focus on erotica very much, but there are little moments, hints, and in being so it allows for some flashes of heat that add to the story and not take away from it. The work does focus on what can only really be described as a mind game that Amphora plays with Liam towards her goal, no matter the cost along the way.

Very strong characters, a setting well told and played within, the work tells a captivating story. However there are moments when some more time spent in the “why” rather than the “how” would have been nice to see. The ending of the work is a bit expected, considering all of the hints that are placed throughout the story. It is a bit abrupt, a little short and in being so it takes a lot of the building up of the work and casts it aside for a single page which reveals the truth untold. I had expected more of an ending from the story to that point and not having that did leave me wanting.

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

Well written, very atmospheric and powerful in nature and tone. Somewhat disappointing in how the work ends for all of the building up that proceeds it. Perhaps there is more to be told, why things are as they are and, possibly, an ending that is a bit more full that this one was.



Jul 16 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 391

Some more lovely Morrigan Aensland art this time on the Tale. A strong, confident Morrigan is one of the images of her that I like. There’s a poise about her, the way she holds herself, that I like to see in art of her… This particular work reflects that well I believe…

Morrigan Aensland by さくこ

Morrigan Aensland by さくこ

I found this art on Pixiv and you can find that page with this art here. When you visit that page, you will also find a series of intermediate art that shows the stages this artist passed through on the way to creating this powerful image of Morrigan.

What I like most about this artwork is that Morrigan looks very realistic here. By that I mean she looks right, her curves aren’t overdone, and she is the powerful being she is here. While her sexuality is there obviously, it isn’t overwhelming her personality, the drive in her and more importantly, there’s a certain flair and energy in her look and expression that I really like.

The amount of detail here, in Morrigan’s wings, her clothing, the shading that brings out her shape is perfect in so many ways that I have to say this is one of my favourite Morrigan artworks of the year by far…

It’s important to remember that Morrigan is more than her boobs. It’s nice to see when artists take that to heart…