Sep 15 2015

A Review of Hotel Desire by Anya Merchant

Hotel Desire by Anya Merchant

Hotel Desire by Anya Merchant

There are some story concepts which are interesting. For example, one of the more common ones is a hotel of some kind which brings out lust in those within its walls. Many times that is caused by some sort of supernatural force which makes the main characters rush off and jump into bed, or anywhere else, they can.

By itself, that can be an interesting story, assuming that there is more to it than the sex. But that can be hard to resist in a lot of ways. When that happens, the story turns into not much more than a series of hot flashes, barely connected together.

Then one has to be careful where the story goes. Especially when some taboos are involved because that can be the point where the heat and story lessen to nothing.

  • Title: Hotel Desire
  • Author: Anya Merchant
  • Length: 105 Pages
  • ASIN: B00THZ090U
  • Publishing Date: February 11, 2015
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It tells the story of:

When Tom and the woman who raised him stop off at a strange hotel on a trip across the country, they discover that temptation comes in many forms. Underneath the hotel’s tastefully decorated interior lies a curse of powerful lust magic, which causes everyone inside to burn with intensely forbidden desires.

Tom’s masculine essence is what the hotel desperately needs, and he finds himself having to fend off not only the advances of beautiful ghosts, succubi, and sorceresses, but also the sexy needs and seductive passes of a woman even closer and more familiar.

Tom and his mother find themselves at the Hotel Desire where things take unexpected turns. Tom’s attentions turn to one thing only, and it becomes very hard for him as a result. Magic abounds and the one in control never wants them to leave. But how far do things go for Tom as a result?

The thing about this work is that it reads very much like a porn movie that happens to have a supernatural, or magic, focus to it. Overall, some of those scenes have some good heat and are interesting because of it. But there comes a moment in the story, and it happens a lot, where the main character gets into situations with Angie, his stepmother, that are cringeworthy. There’s a lot of focus as well on the attributes of the women Tom encounters, especially in their busts, and that gets old very quickly.

As the story develops, there were a number of uncomfortable moments where I didn’t kind any heat, didn’t see the point, and found that the reactions where just too ‘porn movie’ for my taste. While I understand that Tom is the only male in the building, and every other character is female, and the building is made to arouse Tom and make him be entwined in all of the creatures desiring his lusts, there’s far too many.

As a result, because there are so many female characters wanting a piece of Tom, the erotic scenes are short, to the point, and as a result the story is rushed through from encounter to encounter, not giving a lot of time for character development, or a real plot to unfold. There’s a strong feeling of stereotypical ‘get to the sex’ writing here and that didn’t work for me.

There is a short passage in the work where a succubus appears. She is never given a name, but as is explained, she is a vital part of the reasons why things are happening at the hotel. But there’s no pay off in that reveal. She appears, has her way with Tom, disappears and is never seen again. If she was so central to the work, it would have been nice to know something about her, make her more of a force in the story or something.

The writing is very brisk, there’s very little time to think about what’s going on as a result. Even when the erotica comes to the fore, again it is rushed through, going from start to finish in a page or two before Tom moves on and the entire thing starts again. Again, there’s a strong feeling of this being too porn like and that’s a shame. But what really is difficult to read through are the scenes between Tom and Angie. They are uncomfortable not just in what happens, but how it is written. I wish the author would have not had so much focus on the two of them and what they do together. There were a lot of instances where Tom or Angie find themselves in situations with the beings around them, and others, that could have supported the story quite well on their own.

The work needs a lot of editing, mainly to make the story more than it is, to slow down the events, to draw out the erotica to more than being a series of very quick hot flashes that don’t go anywhere. The author has written other works that I feel are much better than this and as such that’s the most disappointing thing of all.

Two out of five pitchforks.

The work reads like a over the top porn movie and as such I just didn’t enjoy it very much. Some of the situations between Tom and his mother made me cringe as well. As much as the underlying concept seems to be a good one, the number of sex scenes bury any real story.



Sep 15 2015

A Review of Worshiping Wanda by U. R. Knickers

Worshiping Wanda by U. R. Knickers

Worshiping Wanda by U. R. Knickers

As a whole, I understand that, for the most part, Succubi and Incubi, are seem as being the means towards an end. That, in general, being a sex scene of some description. The thing is that when that happens, story doesn’t, characters are nothing more than objects, and overall the story just means nothing save for a hot flash.

But it doesn’t need to be that way. The trick is to find something that makes them a little different and build on that. Sometimes that’s their past, sometimes that’s their own desires. Occasionally it’s something more than that.

  • Title: Worshiping Wanda
  • Author: U. R. Knickers
  • Length: 21 Pages
  • Publishing Date: July 1, 2014
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The work tells of:

Wanda was quite the woman–and then some. Of course, being hot never stopped guys from breaking up with you. Despairing over her latest romance gone awry, Wanda prepares a hot bath, some sexy lingerie, and a silicone boyfriend. She has everything she needs for a sexy night in, until a naked stranger appears, one who swears his only desire is to pleasure her. What will Wanda do?

An Incubus is sent to comfort Wanda in a time of need and finds himself placed in a situation he has never been in before. Wanda isn’t like anyone he’s encountered before and she surprises him in many unexpected ways. The most surprising is that Wanda gives him a name.

Wanda gives the Incubus his name Deimos, which for him is quite a surprise. No one that he has encountered in the past cared about a name, but then neither did he. While Deimos describes himself as an Incubus, his appearance is slightly murky, Wanda is a far more clearly defined character overall.

Wanda’s physical differences are brought to the fore throughout the story and Deimos’ reactions to her, and the desires both he and she encounter are explored in many different ways. While the erotica focuses on those differences for the most part, there is also a good deal of connection made between the two which grows into something more over time.

The work starts out well and begins to tell a story about the unnamed Incubus in the beginning watching and wanting to pleasure Wanda. It then changes as he is discovered, made to come to terms with Wanda, and then the pair take their pleasures from each other in all sorts of different ways. The work changes into a hot flash with some twists in it, and has some good heat as well.

Beyond the erotica, at the end of the story, there’s a surprise unexpected for Deimos and with it comes an opening towards more story… But the work doesn’t go there. The tease is offered about what might happen next, but that is never realized and the work comes to a close. It’s a shame really because the two characters are more interesting than what their sexuality is, but the story focuses on that more than the characters much too quickly.

Overall, there is a lot to like about this work, but there are a lot of questions left unanswered for the purposes of getting to the erotica. I would have liked to know more about Deimos than what is revealed. The same is true about Wanda. She is there, in the story, but her history is murky and that bothered me.

I’m giving this work three out of five pitchforks.

It’s one of the more unique stories about Incubi that I have read in some time. The background on both of the main characters is rather sparse in order to arrive at the erotica and I think that harmed the work in many ways. Lots of questions, somewhere to go with the story, but… it doesn’t quite get there for the erotica.



Sep 14 2015

And Now the News… – Part II By TeraS

The story started last week continues with Paige meeting … someone. What that means for her is still to be seen …


And Now the News…
Part II
By TeraS


“The point of a dream isn’t the dream itself, but what you do with it.” – Tera, mulling over a cup of tea, as she is wont to do.


If there was such a thing as a building whose architecture was ‘erotic’, then the sliver spire that rose into the sky across town from the news network building could be called that in many ways. It was said, by some who claimed to know, that the shape was inspired by a woman whom the architect had known as a youth. And, if one looked very carefully, there were hints to be seen: a curve here that might be an echo of a thigh; another there that could well be the curving of a waist; an arc of light elsewhere that illuminated the silhouette of a shapely rear, while another hinted at the telling arch of a woman in the midst of passion.

All of these things however, were not so much seen as they were felt by those that regarded the place. For those that dwelled in the neighbourhood about, the building was a source of light among them. There was no shadow falling anywhere. Instead, there seemed to be a warmth, almost a compassion that encompassed the space surrounding it.

Some called the building … ‘Lady.’

To those that simply looked upon it as a place, the spire held a single group whose purpose was made clear to any that asked: they existed to build dreams. Some thought that quaint, almost child-like in form. However, few could argue with the point. The group had done, and continued to do, much good for many.

One might expect that such a place would, considering the seeming wealth and power of the occupants, have the trappings of that wealth ostentatiously displayed. One must understand, however, that flaunting such things only builds a wall, a barrier. Not here: surrounding the base of the spire was a wide park, open to all. And among all of the lives and life enjoying the space were two women making their way to the entrance.

Of the two, the one with a long ponytail, was the more animated as they went on their way. The other, wearing dark sunglasses, was much less so. Every so often, Miss Ponytail would whisper something into the other’s ear. Someone passing close by at the moment would hear the unmistakable moan of a women on the cusp of orgasm, of desiring, wanting, needing that last little push over the edge.

Someone looking at the right moment, in the split second when it mattered, might see something more, something that only happened when the two passed through a beam of light that cascaded from the spire to the paths below. For an instant, one might see—but it couldn’t be, of course—the two women naked; the blonde standing over the other, legs parted; the one in sunglasses on her knees, her lips almost but not quite touching the other, looking up, with a pleading expression; the hands of the ponytailed one holding her away, controlling her. Then the moment would pass, the two women continuing on their way.

As they continued, here and here they were approached by others, who greeted the one called Song. Some displayed reverence in seeing her, talking to her; others, a desire to submit to her, to fall into the song she spun from her sweet, pink lips. A few realized that submission as they stood near Song, saying not a word, their quizzical expression met by a simple answer from Song before they continued on their way.

The answer: “She calls.”

Throughout all of this, Paige only heard the song: how it told of her place, where she belonged. The honey-sweet submission had been poured into her while they descended in the elevator, Song’s fingers playing upon Paige’s clit, her folds. With each touch, Paige wanted, needed, was willing to agree to anything so that she could come over the edge and have the screaming release that Song’s voice and touch promised her. She came there, was so close to passing over, but the song told her that only one was to give her what she needed now, what held her mind and removed all thought of concern, of resistance, of fear. But she had to obey the singer and the song.

Paige could not care that she was bare under her dress. She could not bring herself to be concerned at the feeling of lips sucking on her nipples, a tongue licking her folds, lips kissing her own. She was entranced, enthralled. Nothing else mattered but the song that played in her mind.

They passed through the lobby of the spire, the whirlwind of other souls around them, but they were not part of it. The elevators awaited, the ones that led to the floors where those expecting normality would be taken, or be drawn to. At the end of the lobby, well past all the rest, stood two red doors. As the pair approached, those doors slid open without a sound, soon closing behind them both. Song smiled as the doors closed and shivered in the presence that she was forever part of. She looked upwards, seeming to await an answer. Then the elevator started to rise and she turned her attention to Paige once more.

Song reached out and took the dark glasses away from Paige, revealing her glazed-over eyes and the slightly vacant expression there. Paige didn’t think so much as accept the song as the words changed within her, as the new words told her what she should do. The sunglasses fell to the green carpet below them without a sound, already forgotten by Paige just as the song instructed. She watched as Song untied a thin green ribbon from around her shapely neck, telling Paige this was right as the dress fell away from Song. Paige’s heart fluttered, her sex moistened further—a trickle of arousal moving along her thighs, making them slick—her dress damped, all without her caring, for the song made it so.

Song stepped closer, completely bare. She pressed herself against Paige, her hands wrapping around and behind. There was a moment, then Song moved away and Paige felt, but did not care, her own dress falling from her shoulders and pooling around her heels.

The two women looked at each other, Song now in silver heels, a thin silver collar resting about the nape of her neck—neither of which had been there a moment before. Paige whimpered as the song told her that Song was … Hers. The song told Paige she was not so.

Paige’s pussy gushed at the need to be Hers as well now. The song told her she needed that, wanted it, would do anything to get that. Song cupped Paige’s sex with her fingers, stroking there lightly as she hummed: “Obey.”

The word wrapped into the song, and Paige fell to her knees in submission to Song. She looked up now at Song, who held a black collar by one finger.


Paige arched her neck, desiring the collar, needing it, whining for the feel of it resting upon her. Song buckled it snugly, the smell of the leather drifting into Paige’s senses. Paige wore only the collar now, nothing more. She was not permitted, was not worthy of being more than a thrall to Her will.

There was a soft tone and the elevators doors opened. Song turned and walked from the elevator, leaving Paige there on her knees. As she waited, the song changed again. Thralls did not think, did not need to. Thralls obeyed. They needed to obey. It was their purpose to obey. The slickness between Thrall’s thighs was wonderful as she accepted the song’s truth within herself.


The single word brought pleasure: A command! She must obey! Thrall—for she was no longer Paige—stood, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes towards the floor, and meekly moved to follow.

The space beyond the elevator was not what one might expect, not the hustle and bustle of an office, but instead something completely inexplicable.

It was a temple: red marble floors and walls, burning braziers along the walls lighting the passageway. Thrall followed the sound of Song’s heels as they danced along the floors, the sound echoing all around her. The sounds of pleasures came to Thrall, she quivered in each one as the song told her that thralls were rewarded for obeying, for serving, for being … Hers.

If she could have, Thrall would have plunged her fingers into her pussy, brought herself to orgasm and screamed out her submission in Her name. But the song did not allow this. The command did not allow.

Still, the song promised. The promise alone was what Thrall now had burning within her.

The hallway opened into a room. Thrall only saw the red floor below her. But the gasp from Song, the whispered ‘Goddess,’ made her fall to her knees. She needed to display her submission to Her. The power She had over Thrall.

Thrall listened as Song walked away, the whisper of Song’s voice, then she heard Her voice for the first time—“My Song”—and she nearly fell over as the heat in her sex became close to overwhelming.

“My Song:” two words, spoken with passion and love, but also the command of the one called Goddess that held Song in Her sway.

Thrall wanted to beg for that pleasure, to hear Goddess say: “My Thrall.” But she remained, head bowed down, the song within her commanding her to wait for Her. She listened as Song mewled in pleasure, crying out as she lost herself in Her touch, her power. Thrall’s skin flushed as she heard Song scream out in joy.

Then She spoke, a thrill not expected: “Thrall.”

Thrall who was once Paige gasped as she was addressed, moaning, submitting to the command as she felt a tongue licking, a hand cupping, and her mind melting. She lost her poise, her eyes now looking towards Her. Thrall’s clit throbbed as she watched them entwined, eyes of green piercing into Thrall’s soul from afar along with eyes of sparkling blue. The song told her she was being judged.

The answer She gave made her cry out in despair …

“You are not worthy.”

Like a puppet with its strings cut, she fell over, legs and arms akimbo, mind stilled, thoughts paused.

There was silence for a time. Then She spoke … “There is nothing good within, dearest Song.”

“But … Goddess … the dream is there, somewhere.”

“She turned herself away from the dream a long time ago.”

“But why?”

“I … do not know …”

“Please, teach her to find it again.”

There was a longer moment now before the answer came …

Sep 13 2015

A Review of Succubus: An Adult Roleplaying Game by ManofDawnLight

Succubus: An Adult Roleplaying Game by ManofDawnLight

Succubus: An Adult Roleplaying Game by ManofDawnLight

I recently came across a sourcebook for a role-playing game in which Succubi appear. I thought this was an interesting concept, and decided to look further into the game, the universe and the particular focus it has.

Overall, the background created is really quite interesting, the sample characters familiar, but a little bit changed to fit the game universe, but not in a way that made them unrecognizable. However, the work does quite clearly have a particular view of the succubi in which they are evil and cannot be anything else. That seems a bit limiting to me, and I don’t quite see why that needs to be.

The work tells the story of:

An adult Tabletop RPG where you can roleplay being a sex demon from hell. Create your horrible demon form, your supernatural powers, and decide exactly how your Succubus finds victims and sucks their souls out of their groins. This is a one roll, one dice system for ease of gameplay.

The game is adult themed in which players can roleplay as various sex demons, including succubi, or as humans upon whom the various demons are attracted to. Players create a character which includes their individual powers and abilities. Once in play, succubi characters seek out other characters, whether human or not, and using various methods, claim their souls in the game. The system of play follows a one roll, one dice system for simplicity as the author believes that speeding up the game is a good idea and using a system like Dungeons and Dragons is a slowing force in keeping the game moving.

Gameplay focuses on the creation of a character, generally some kind of sex demon, but not necessarily a Succubus. As described in the game, players act as if “…you are sex. You are an animal. You are evil. You represent all that which we fear to release, and you can and will force others to enjoy their feared desires too.” Once the character is generated, the actual gameplay is very fluid and be taken in whatever direction players wish to. Many different scenarios are possible, besides the obvious one of a sexual encounter. Accordingly, there are many aspects to the succubi and players choose where the gameplay will go.

The game author provides a very detailed description of the game universe within which players are set in. A history of the coming of angels and demons is told, the results of the creation of Hell and its aspects, and then the work focuses upon the history of the succubi up until the present day. However, in short, the purpose of the succubi is to claim souls for themselves, to increase their power and standing in Hell by doing so. There is also a detailed list of well known beings, their personalities, physical description and so forth. In this game universe, there is a Lilith, described as the first of the Succubi who is beholden to their King, Asmodeus, within the game universe known as the Prince of Lust.

The thing about this game is that succubi are stated to be evil beings and there’s really no other option in how to play them. I think that’s a shame as, at least from my perspective, doing so limits players and their characters. Even Dungeons and Dragons allowed for one succubus to become a Paladin, and be “good” though it was a battle for her to do so.

I just think that’s much more interesting a character to play than one who’s focus is just on approaching another character, pulling them aside, and then having sex with them until they consume their souls and move onwards. Yes, that is one sort of character, but they don’t all have to be that way.

However, setting aside that issue, I think the universe that the author created for this game is very well done, is very detailed, the description of the universe runs well over 30 pages, and I found it fascinating. Just to see how the author has changed certain well know names, such as Lilith for one, is striking and does make one think about how they would be in this game universe.

While the game rules are clear, and seem to be relatively simple to follow, there are a scattering of spelling mistakes here and there, mainly appearing in the flavour text. They are minor and do not really take anything away from the stories told in them. It is very clear from these short stories, or hot flashes, the intent of the succubi and how evil they are in this game universe as well. Still, I feel like there’s too much emphasis on the succubi being stereotypical in their main needs which doesn’t quite ring true with the character outlines offered towards the latter part of the book.

Still, there is the possibility of changing the basic universe, to warp it to the will of the players in whatever way they wish to. Things are not set in stone, there are options and I think that’s a very promising thing. It is a rich universe to play in, it should be used to the fullest.

Four out of five pitchforks.

An interesting game universe which has some quirks in it that gave me pause. But things are changeable and that interested me more.



Sep 13 2015

A Review of Do One Thing For Me by CW Hawes

Do One Thing For Me by CW Hawes

Do One Thing For Me by CW Hawes

Sometimes the hardest stories to read are the ones that speak about our own mortality. Of what happens as our lives and loves come to pass and what happens to those that survive that moment.

The question of what we think reality is, what it actually is, and what it might really mean are, sometimes, three different things. It is in the discovery of this that comes something that one cannot be sure is truth or a consequence.

  • Title: Do One Thing For Me
  • Author: CW Hawes
  • Length: 130 Pages
  • Publishing Date: November 8, 2014
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It tells the story of:

There are many things we take for granted. Breathing and memory being two. That is, until illness makes breathing difficult and our memories begin to falter.

George, at eighty-two, is consumed by grief for his dead wife and struggles to come to grips with the onset of dementia and his failing memory. Until he meets the mysterious Beth, who promises to give George what he wants. But the question he wrestles with is she real or just a figment of his senility?

George is a soul who’s life is turning towards loss of his love, loss of his memory and the confusion that comes with that. In the midst of trying to come to grips as best he can with how things are, Beth appears and offers herself and a promise. But is anything real or are things much too real in truth.

As a whole this is a very sad and mournful story which was, for me at least, quite difficult to read at times. The suffering that George faces is very strongly told in this work and with that comes a great deal of confusion, uncertainty, loss, and grief. This appears on every page of the work and as such it puts the story into a bitterly painful situation that, from the beginning, cannot end on a good note.

In the midst of all that George suffers through, Bath then appears and, eventually, she claims to be a Succubus and offers his fondest wish for a price. It is never really clear if Beth is real or not, though the hints seem to turn towards the former possibility. While she is a Succubus, her erotic aspects are very limited and in a story like this, that seems to be the best way to deal with her being part of this story. She offers an option, a possibility, which at some points is very sexual in nature. But it is her continued approach to George, wearing at him, that brings about some of the most powerful moments in the story.

It is a series of moments in George’s life, the little things like his cat, going to the store, seeing others in the streets and elsewhere, that are painful and touching at the same moment. It is really very sad how the story plays out, what happens to George and his grasp on reality. The work is quite possibly the saddest story I have ever read and I think that is because, in a lot of ways, it hits a bit too close to home.

I find it hard to enjoy works that have little hope in them, little to offer in the way of something that has some light to bring to the story. It takes a very good author to keep me in the story, to allow it to unfold and to see the story for what it offers. This author managed to do so, mainly in keeping a small glimmer of possibility open in the work through the end.

That ending is, like the rest of the story, somewhat unclear and uncertain. It could all be in George’s mind, it could be very real. It could be both and neither. The ending leaves questions and a feeling that is very hard to shake off when the story is done.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

As a whole this work is a difficult read in that the grip that George has on his sense of reality is felt very deeply in the story. This tends to make the story sometimes confusing, occasionally awkward, and in that the reader is meant to try to see what is real and what isn’t. It is the attempt in uncovering the truth for George that perhaps the truth is something we find in ourselves.



Sep 12 2015

A Review of the Danish short film Succubus

2012 Danish Short Film Succubus Title CardEventually everything and anything that is Succubus related manages to come to my attention one way or the other. Back in 2012, an independent Danish short film called Succubus was released. It took me some time to find it and as I have managed to secure a copy of the film, and found it on YouTube as well, I thought I would share that film and my thoughts today on the Tale.

There has been a page on the SuccuWiki about this film since 2012 and at that time the information I had about the film was rather limited. The film was directed by Kim Sønderholm and was written by Lars Egholm Fischman. It is an English language film with Danish subtitles, but there is very little dialogue for an 18 minute film. You can see this film on YouTube, or at least you once could. Before I share my thoughts, here’s the film on YouTube as released on the film director’s page there:

The plot summary for the film is somewhat short and to the point without revealing much about what happens in the film as well:

Emma is a young archeology student who stumbles on to something peculiar on an excavation trip to Syria. She hurries home and that’s when the real nightmare starts.

Obviously my interest in this film is that it deals with a Succubus and I was intrigued in many ways. What is it that Emma finds? What happens to her? How does a Succubus fit into things?

Having watched the film, there are some moments that I thought were very well done, but at the point the Succubus appears I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed in her both in form and in action, but I’ll get back to that.

The film opens with Emma drinking heavily and in tears, mascara running down her cheeks. The film then flashes back to when the story actually began when Emma discovers something like an egg at an archaeology site. She examines it, the egg opens and something spirit like rises from the remains, enters her body and she collapses. She is then woken by a companion and told they have to leave because “rebels are attacking.” The film then switches to Emma in a library looking through some books and we hear her read a passage about Lilith, followed by her hearing her name spoken by an eerie voice and Emma flees. On her way she sees a couple sitting together and the voice tells Emma to “take him” and she falls into sort of a trance for a moment before rushing off again.

Emma is then seen in bed, having a nightmare from which she awakens from. We don’t see the nightmare, but there is the classic movie trope of voices speaking backwards and, again, the eerie woman’s voice is heard. After staring at a mirror for a time, the voice calling her name, Emma begins to put on makeup. The scene then switches to Emma walking down the street in a sexy black dress. She is tormented by the voice which causes Emma great pain as well for some time. Emma screams from the pain until she goes into trance again and walks onwards, seemingly now possessed by the being within her.

After arriving at a club and eying all of the men there, the possessed Emma interrupts a couple nearby by sitting between the couple. When the woman confronts her, Emma looks at her for a long moment and the woman rushes off, leaving the man in Emma’s clutches. She has a drink with the man, then pulls him on the dance floor before pulling him out the door with her. Pausing at the door, possessed Emma looks back into the club to see “normal” Emma looking at her in shock before she vanishes and possessed Emma leaves with her prey.

They enter a room and possessed Emma removes her panties and throws them at the man. What follows is a somewhat violent sex scene between the two, possessed Emma in control, eventually forcing the man to the floor beneath her and then they have sex. This goes on for some time, possessed Emma being more violent and dominant until, finally she transformed into the Succubus that is possessing her.

Succubus Short Screenshot

The Succubus then takes the man’s life before leaving his body behind. The final scene is a return to the first scene where Emma is seen drinking again. The camera pans over to a bed on which another man lays beaten and bloody as the film comes to a close.

As a whole, the film is really more supernatural thriller with some horror and a touch of erotica. I can’t say that I loved the movie for a lot of reasons, but there were some parts that I thought were interesting. The egg that held the Succubus was a neat prop and that sequence of events was really well done special effects-wise I felt. The makeup of Emma as a Succubus was really impressive, honestly better than a lot of mainstream movies by far. The actress playing Emma did a very good turn to the actions of Emma possessed, she was a very sexual creature and I thought that Possessed Emma was much more “real” in character than “Succubus Emma” was.

This brings me to the problems in the film, at least for me. It isn’t clear why Emma was in the library looking up information on Lilith for one thing. The film jumps from the dig to the library so fast and there is no sense of the time between the two. As the story unfolded I wondered if the memories that Emma was sharing were not the first time she had been possessed by the Succubus, but rather one where the Succubus took complete control of her for the first time and killed someone. But that still doesn’t explain why Emma was looking for information on Lilith in the first place. Note that she was looking for Lilith and not Succubi. As well, in that scene she didn’t seem like she had been really effected by the Succubus as yet… There’s a disconnect here that frustrated me.

While the makeup for Succubus Emma was really well done, and it was, it wasn’t exactly what i think Succubi look like of course. From a perspective of a horror film, she does look like a demoness, horns, wings, all evil all of the time. The detail work in her makeup, going all over Emma’s body, at least all of the parts were could see, looked amazingly good. I even liked the wings to an extent when she was facing the camera. When she walked from the room however, there was a continuity problem that couldn’t be avoided. When Succubus Emma is feeding, the top of her dress is down and everything is revealed. In a cut between scenes, less than a second really, she’s put her dress back on, her wings poke through the back of the dress and she walks out of the room. I know this had to happen to avoid showing how the wings attached to Emma’s body, but it was jarring to me.

It’s obvious that the film is using the classic description of Succubi and their more horror aspect in the film and in that sense the film accomplishes that really well. There are a few moments of what could be seen as mind control being used by Possessed Emma and as well she’s a very sexual creature.

But I think that it would have been a little more powerful if Succubus Emma wasn’t so obvious. If the sex scene had been changed slightly, for example having Emma’s horns slowly appear while the man was in her thrall, her wings sprouting from her back, tearing through her dress, and yes, I can even see her skin turning as it was in the film. But I think all of that with Emma’s normal facial features would have been a lot more powerful than showing her as “obviously evil” as the film did. Sometimes the best shock is the one that was in front of you all of the time. Not everything needs to be shown when one’s own imagination can make a lot of things happen on its own.

Overall, the film was much better than a lot of mainstream films that have Succubus characters in them and that does make it something I found something interesting in.

Three pitchforks out of five.

Better than most, wanted more than a horror film and didn’t quite get that. Lots of interesting story ideas mixed in with the overall film… Would have been nice to see more of that. An interesting independent film about Succubi and if you should happen to come across it, have a look. But keep in mind that the film is very much not safe for work.



Sep 11 2015

A Review of Wednesdays with Mr. Better by Khandi Leeker

Wednesdays with Mr. Better by Khandi Leeker

Wednesdays with Mr. Better by Khandi Leeker

A review today of a new series in which the main characters are a succubus and the incubus mate that she accidentally has brought into being. That concept by itself is interesting and along with that should come some heat, some questions, some conflict and, if it is possible, some history to be explained.

While that all comes out in this, the first work in the Khandi Tales series, there’s something missing. While there is some heat and some answers and, yes, some conflict as well, the issue is a lack of connection. That comes in both the main characters themselves, but also in keeping my interest in the work and I don’t quite understand why that happened here.

  • Title: Wednesdays with Mr. Better
  • Author: Khandi Leeker
  • Length: 41 Pages
  • ASIN: B014OF2AWM
  • Publishing Date: August 29, 2015
  • This work at

It is the story of:

Dirkland Better’s life has changed for the weirder. After one ill-fated sleepover with a succubus, he finds himself gifted with some insatiable abilities. Dirkland must learn how to deal with his Wednesday transitions and his devilish mate as he maneuvers through his new found gifts.

Dirkland has a one-night stand with Khandi and discovers that he isn’t the same person he was. Now an incubus, learning that Khandi is a succubus, is the beginning of his new life. A series of missteps, errors in judgement, and a lack of information draws them both together and reveals that the one night stand isn’t. It is, seemingly, for always.

The work mainly focuses on Dirkland as he discovers what has changed about him, who is responsible for that, and how it effects him. There’s a good deal of story wrapped around this plot and in being so, quite a lot is told about Dirkland himself. As a result, by the time the final page of the story appears, it’s difficult to like him as a character for several reasons.

One of the main ones, at least for me, is that he seems very cold, almost calculating at times, and I just could not find my way into caring about him very much. There’s an emptiness within him, something missing, that hovers over him throughout the story and being so, just made it a difficult story to read at times.

This isn’t just from when he becomes an incubus, but rather it is part of his character for the first page to the last. While his personality shown to the world has its moments, hearing his thoughts, listening to him berate and mull over how he sees others becomes thin over time and I felt took away much of the story’s impact and, to an extent,the erotica when it appears. Being that he is the main character, at least in this work, I wanted to like him, to care about him. If his entire reason for being seems to be what I think it is, that’s disappointing.

Eventually he transforms into an incubus, through the actions, or rather, errors of Khandi, and there isn’t much of a change. As an incubus his personality is ramped up to an extent, he is a bit brutish, wild, and uncontrolled. I pause at calling him a stereotypical incubus, but it is a very close thing. His physical form is, for the most part that, but there is the barest little piece of who he is that manages not to fall over the edge into being stereotypically evil, or otherwise.

Khandi, the succubus of the work, is in a lot of ways a mirror to who Dirkland is. She’s brash, single-minded, thinks she knows everything, or as much as she needs to and that’s the problem. Khandi is a wild creature who seems to take a lot of risks for no real gain and, in the cases of Dirkland, that comes to bite her badly. This sets up a series of events that tie the two main characters together very tightly which one expects might lead to some character development for them both.

While we never see Khandi’s succubus form, it is made clear she is a succubus, but is a bit different. This is more in how she seems to put up walls around herself, as much as she can, and then, when she stumbles, cannot find the answers she needs, going off to try as she can to keep things together.

It’s a shame because the questions about her past, how she became a succubus, where she came from, who her father is, all of the minutia that makes for a more well told character is kept just out of reach for the sake of keeping the story moving forwards as quickly as possible. She pops in and out of the work, driving Dirkland’s story onwards, but there isn’t a lot of time spent thinking, more acting and there needed to be more of the former. To be clear, she doesn’t seem to be stereotypical in nature, just dislikable at times and she didn’t need to be.

There are a series of short hot flashes with regards to the erotica which simmer, but don’t really come to the boll that I had hoped for. Much of that comes from the disconnect I felt with both Dirkland and Khandi. It’s difficult to enjoy the heat when the personalities keep dumping cold water on things.

Overall, the work is written well, the characters do have some promise in them, but there is just something about their dialogue, their internal monologue, and how they express themselves that didn’t work for me. There is a hook however, a strong one, and I want to see how that unfolds. I’m hoping that future works in the series flesh out both Dirkland and Khandi as much as possible, giving them more than the dark clouds that hover around them. It need not be the happiest of stories, but making me care about them both would be a good place to start.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

As good as the concept is, as well fleshed out as both Khandi and Dirkland are, there’s just something missing in both of their characters that makes it very difficult to connect with either of them, or to like them. That isn’t exactly a requirement to be clear, but it makes for a better read and, in the case of the erotica, a hotter one as well.

There are at least two further works in the series to come, one in November 2015, the other is scheduled for January 2016. I will be following this series as there is something about it that holds my attention in spite of the blandness I felt towards both main characters.

I hope that telling more of the background, of the history, of the universe in which they live in, will overcome that.