May 02 2014

A Review of The Man of her Dreams by Nathan Stratton

The Man of her Dreams by Nathan Stratton

The Man of her Dreams by Nathan Stratton

Not all stories about Succubi or Incubi are exactly what they seem to be in the beginning. Mostly, for reasons that I personally cannot quite understand and especially in the case of Incubi, they are portrayed as having a single purpose. They have… well.. no soul or compassion except that which they use to entrap others.

However, there are ways to make them more than that. To have a thread within them that brings their story to a place that proves, again, that anything is possible… If you can believe and trust.

  • Title: The Man of her Dreams
  • Author: Nathan Stratton
  • Publishing Date: July 14, 2013
  • Length: 80 Pages
  • ASIN: B00DXYS82C
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The work tells of:

Alexis has fallen for the man of her dreams — literally. He visits her every night while she sleeps. An impossible romance; she knows it’s crazy, but she can’t stop herself from falling for him.

But when the man of your dreams seems a little too perfect, you’d better hope that dream doesn’t turn into a nightmare…

While there are erotic moments in this work it is, thankfully, very much driven by the mystery of what Alexis finds in her dreams and what becomes of that experience. The dreamscape turns and changes as one might expect, but what makes that different is that Alexis can manipulate her dreams which placed a question in my thoughts.

While the beginning of the work plays out very much like the stereotypical Incubus visit, in truth  there is something in the moment which give hint, from the start, that things are not, quite, exactly what they appear to be. That I found enthralling and enjoyable. He might be the vision of her first love, but when the real man appears, and with lovely black angel wings which made me smile, then the real truths of the story come into play.

He has history, a situation that is described and involved. He has personality, one that matches Alexis very well I thought and when the turning point in the story comes it is both touching and then in the next moment heart braking. I won’t spoil the ending, but it felt right, it does right by the characters and in the end, isn’t that the most important thing a story can do?

The descriptions of the real world are enough to tell you what Alexis lives through, but in the dream world she experiences something she never expected to have. That bring about a threat to them both which made sense for the setting they find themselves in. But it also provides a way for both of them to figure out some important questions in themselves.

I do wonder about Alexis though. She has the power to shape dreams, true they are her own, but in that I wonder if she had been, or could have been, in another time and place, a Succubus in her own right? It is an interesting thought when you finish the work and see where things end.

The story does end and close in a way that makes the work very satisfying. There are no real loose ends thankfully and that was nice to see as well. There are a few word errors though, meaning that a similar sounding word was used in the wrong place, but it wasn’t anything that really took me out of the story. A good, passionate, thoughtful story of two lost souls… but more than that really.

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

Lovely characters, well played, with their own souls. That always makes for a good tale…



May 01 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 329

One thing that Morrigan Aensland needs, I think at least, is a heart-tipped tail. There’s just something about that idea that appeals to me, for various reasons really. I have, for some time, been looking for an image of Morrigan with a tail similar to the Succubi Queen me…

I’ve found one and it does make me smile…

Morrigan Aensland by キラト

Morrigan Aensland by キラト

This art of Morrigan is by an artist on Pixiv named キラト. You can find the page I found this work here and there is a link to the artist’s page there as well with many other really wonderful pieces of art to be found…

I love her tail, it’s just about perfect for her, and it’s a lovely touch that it matches her wings which is important after all. I do wonder about Morrigan having horns instead of wings, but I suppose this will have to be as close as I will ever see to Morrigan looking like I would like to see her.

Lots of shiny on her body, which is nice, though I admit I smile when I look at the bikini that is straining to hold onto her body. I’m not so sure I like the idea of Morrigan with red eyes though. Somehow that seems.. wrong.

Perhaps it is that she isn’t quite as “evil” as she might be expected to be and as such I would have been happier if she had normal eyes…

But overall this really is one of my favourite Morrigan images of this year by far…



Apr 30 2014

This costume isn’t quite Hot Stuff…

Hot Stuff CostumeI know that a costume being “hot” is in the eyes of the beholder… I just think this one isn’t all that much…

This is called the Hot Stuff costume and it comes with what is described as a red and black haltered bodysuit with piping and trimmed collar, armlets and horns. The shoes are not included, there is no tail, and it sells for $35 where you can find it on the web.

I have quite a few problems with this costume, the main one being that without the horns it has nothing at all to do with anything Succubish or Devilish that I can see.

It is, sort of, interesting in the material it is made of, but beyond that there really isn’t much that I like about it. I don’t think there is any real way to make it look better either.

I suppose that it could be a “dominatrix Succubus” costume in style, but that might be stretching things a lot to say that.

This is one of those costumes that gives me ideas, mainly in the things I have already in my collection of costumes and how I could make something look a lot better than this is.

Still, it is not totally awful which has to be worth something. I think that the horns would need to go, they just look wrong with this costume. I have better ones to wear with this and….well, there would be a few other changes as well. Mostly that I would find a pair of thigh high boots that are close to the same material to this costume to wear…

If you are going to be dommish, you might as well do it right…

Two out of five pitchforks.



Apr 29 2014

Chosen – Tera’s 2014 Birthday Manip

It is my annual thing to create a manip for my birthday to share on the Tale and a few other places… Perhaps you are Chosen this year?

Chosen by TeraS

Chosen by TeraS

And the story, which would have be nothing as it is without the help of my heart for which I am grateful every day that he gives of his time for my messes of stories…


Your dream visitor:
seductive …
speaking your name
erotic …
You see her:
temptation …
Can’t look away:
Enraptured …
She pets you:
you’re helpless …
your soul touched,
entramelled …
Reality shifts:
Enthralling …
your rebirth,
enslaving …
Her pleasure
your mission …
Her will:
Surrender …
Her desires:
Submission …
Her word,
orgasmic …
Her pet …
forever …


To my family, each and every one of you, thank you for being part of my world… You are the gift that I cherish always…



Love and Huggles Always



Apr 28 2014

Growth by TeraS

So, it is my birthday tomorrow. There will be my annual birthday manip, of course … But for today? Well, this is what came to me to share …


By TeraS


Tera has many interests. She likes to read, and then to talk about all sorts of esoteric—and otherwise—subjects. She enjoys spending time with others, learning about them, their worlds, and more. There are also the more … passionate … pursuits; of course there are. But there is one particular pursuit that she has tended to and held in her thoughts for longer than any can really understand.

When Tera became the Queen of the Realm, there was much pomp and ceremony, most of which she put up with for the sake of tradition. But there came a time during all of the ritual pleasure, excitement, and passions when she was able to take some time to gather her thoughts, and she began to think about something that someone had asked her: what was her legacy going to be?

This actually brought her up short, though on the outside none would have been able to see it—save for her Eternal, of course, who knew that particular twitch of her tail (but that’s another story). To some, the question of legacy is a troubling one … What will you be remembered for? … What will be the point of your life, your existence, the meaning of who you are? At this point in Tera’s life, it wasn’t something she had really thought about. On the one hand, there were too many other things in her world that were more important, and, on the other, Tera found the idea of a legacy left in her name to be somewhat … gouache.

It was in the middle of all of these thoughts that she came upon a wide field of fertile earth near the palace. The soil was a deep, rich black that almost looked raven in colour. She stood there on the edge of the field and looked across it in thought. It seemed to be untouched—she would never understand exactly why, but she remained there a time considering and mulling thoughts over in her mind. She slipped off her heels and, moments later, the well-over-the-top dress that she had been wearing most of the day. Standing there, quite nude to the world, her tail moving slowly, she gently placed one toe and then her foot upon the land and waited a moment, as if wishing permission to enter, feeling as if there was something special about this place and not wanting to offend whatever spirits were there.

There was an odd feeling of acceptance that came to her and she started to walk slowly across the land, leaving her footprints in the soil behind her. A light mist started to roll across the soil, shrouding the edges of the land, making everything murky and indistinct. She continued to walk for a time until she stopped.

She wasn’t sure exactly where she was: the mists had clouded her vision and left her not knowing exactly what direction she was facing or how far she had come. But that didn’t seem all that important. She was, as far as her feelings were concerned, in the right place at the right time. Settling onto the soil, she began to cup and shift some of it in her hand. She looked at its richness, the scent of it, the life that it held, and found that she wanted to place a seed there, something to start the miracle of life in this place that was ready for it to begin but had not seen it as yet.

She heard then the call of her Eternal and she called out back to him. She felt him coming closer, until the mists parted and he arrived at her side. She smiled to see him as bare as she was, his feet showing that he had walked barefoot through the soil as well. He watched her roll some of the earth between her fingers and then settled in beside her. His fingers entwined with hers, the soil pressed between, and passed the wish they had, the hopes, into that small piece of soil. He made a small spot in the soil, she placed the soil they had touched in that spot.

They were not seen back in the pomp and ceremony of the day for many hours. When they finally arrived, the scent of rich earth around them left many wondering where they had been and what had happened.

Tera returned to that spot every day from that point onwards. She would tend to the land as best she could. Each day she would look for a sign of something growing there. Anything at all would have been wonderful and would have filled her with joy. But, for the longest time, nothing grew in that spot where she had started. She spent years, decades, centuries on that spot. She consulted with many, learned everything she could to try and make something happen there. But nothing did. Her entire focus was on that spot, the rest of the land around it a blur when she arrived and left, for in her mind, that one spot was where she wanted … needed … to have a sign of life. She would tell her Eternal every day that nothing had changed, and he would just smile and reply: “It’s fine. It’s better than fine.”

Of course she didn’t understand what he meant: the land was bare, there was nothing to show for all of her efforts. But she didn’t give up. Tera wasn’t the kind to do so. She put her soul into that piece of land now more than ever before; it wasn’t just that small spot of land that mattered, it was all of the land around it. She put the same effort, love, and will into that space as well.

While all of this went on, she found others around her, and began to care for them, putting herself second to their needs. She drew them into her arms, her love, and her family, not considering for a moment any other way to be, for that, again, was who Tera was.

One morning she returned to the bare soil and noticed something. Around the spot where they had begun were the first shoots of some sort of flower starting to poke themselves out of the soil. These flowers marked out exactly where she had begun. She looked at them and wondered why it was that they grew around the spot and not from it. But that wasn’t important. There was life starting, and that gave her renewed purpose. She continued to tend the land and, over time, she brought those that touched her life, her soul, to visit the place as well. She offered them a place to plant their own seeds, and, over more time, the bare soil … wasn’t so bare anymore.

The lands turned lush and green, the life there strong with the joys of those who had planted their seeds of love and life. This plot was a carpet of flowers, trees, bushes, and so much more. There was life everywhere around to be seen.

Except one place.

In that place where Tera and Keith had begun, there was still nothing but bare soil. Nothing grew there, though there should have been. It remained unchanged, still, frozen in time and space. It was the one thing that Tera couldn’t quite get over, and she put more and more of herself into that garden, into the lives of those around her.

It was when she was speaking to her heart one day that she realized why it was that one spot was bare and yet there was so much life around it. It was, she now understood, a metaphor for something more important. Understanding that, finally seeing that truth, changed something for the better within her.

The need within her to make that little space of soil grow something was not important. The need to love, to care, to do what she felt was needed for others was. In that need, in what she had done and always would do, came how the garden she had been tending grew. There would always be that one bare spot on the land, for that bareness would be with her always as well. She could never change that, much as she wished and tried. But she could take that love, that hope, that will within her and use it to make the lives and love of those around her better. Doing so, being so, that made the lands blossom vibrantly.

She found that thought comforting, and it gave her purpose again.

Her heart could see that gleam in her eye, and he was sad. “You may not want to hear this, but this is not a good thing. Oh, it may be fine for the Queen of the Succubi and her Realm, for a while, but, right now, I don’t care about that. It isn’t good for my Dear One, or for her Eternal. You need to care for yourself every bit as much as you care for all those others. You cannot leave yourself bare. You need to give time for yourself. You need to let all the rest of us come second, just from time to time, if only to renew yourself, to better care for all of us.”

She nodded, and her heart smiled.

Sometimes a visitor to the Realm will go in search of Tera and find her there in that garden, sitting on a chair and looking at a single bare, fertile patch of soil. It seems that her entire focus is on that spot, as if willing something to sprout from it. A flower? Tree? Whatever it might be, it seems as if she believes that she has the power within her to will it to be. But the patch of ground remains, so sadly, it seems, bare and forlorn. Yet, all around it, in every direction, there is life uncountable in bloom. They attract Tera’s attention and ask, every time: “Why is there nothing there?”

She smiles and replies: “It’s a metaphor.” And before there can be a question to ask further, she focusses herself upon them, and the thought about the strange spot there is forgotten. But it remains in Tera’s thoughts. In truth, the lives she touches, the family that she holds so dearly, are far more than that. But those are words that need never be spoken aloud.

And, when the visitors are nowhere to be seen, she lets herself sit in that soil, just as she did long ago, just as naked as she was then, and the mists surround her, and, sometimes, her Eternal is with her. And then Tera is renewed, allowed to be fully herself … and the garden grows more.

The garden of life around that little bare patch of ground spoke volumes for those that listened. And, when one did, somewhere else in that garden, a small sapling, shoot, bud or other joy of life appeared and began to grow.

For nothing, especially love, is ever lost.

Apr 27 2014

A Review of Badlands: Temptress by Robert Hatch

Badlands: Temptress by Robert Hatch

Badlands: Temptress by Robert Hatch

One of the themes that I have found to be interesting is when Succubi are placed into points in time that are… different. By that I mean, just how do they fit into a world where they aren’t expected? How do they survive? What is their culture like?

For some, though questions matter less than the erotic moments that can be created by Succubi. But then, sometimes, you have an author that actually creates a story where the story matters and brings about curiosity in their work… That, really, is very enjoyable when it happens.

  • Title: Badlands: Temptress
  • Author: Robert Hatch
  • Publishing Date: August 27, 2013
  • Length: 24 Pages
  • Format: eBook
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The work tells of:

Finnegan’s Crossing, 1860, South Nebraska Territory. Soft, sensual, alluring, and completely deadly, four temptresses invade the Frontier looking for a mate. Hunter finds himself pulled into a dangerous game as he seeks out a killer that can drain a man of his very essence. Accompanied by a grieving widow, Belle Lancaster, they set out to stop sensuous stalkers from taking what they want and increasing their numbers. Will Hunter fall into a trap and become the temptress’s next target? A story of lust, love, death and choice set in the old west.

It is rare to find a story with Succubi that doesn’t make them out to be “simple” creatures. By that I mean to make them interesting to me they need a history, a reason for what they do. They have to have personality, desires, and be more than cardboard. In this work, the Succubi are most certainly not made of cardboard. Oh, and they have horns and tail which rather pleased me…

They each have their own personalities, styles, wills and pasts. They want, in their own way something, but as well there is one thing that links them together. They are slowly dying out on the Earth and they need to bear Succubi. That drives them, and in an interesting way as described in the work. It isn’t something pulled out of thin air either. There is reason, means, and in the end, plans that pass through the work.

While they are, to a point, somewhat stereotypical in nature, there is every opportunity for the author to make them more than they otherwise could be. Thankfully, those steps are taken, much is learned about them an in doing so some paths are left open at the end of the work to be returned to. I certainly hope they are because the questions left unanswered are captivating.

There is a slight touch of erotica in the work, but it isn’t overwhelming by any means. More importantly the moments are used to drive the story forwards and hold an important place in the work. They are not there for the sake of having the Succubi “do something.” It makes for a read that flows from moment to moment, reveal to reveal seamlessly.

Beyond the Succubi, the other characters in the work, especially Belle and Hunter, lay out a history, a setting that fleshes out the series to come in well versed detail. They are the core of the story, the Succubi swirling around the pair, but when the climax comes, and things revealed about Hunter and Belle, that was something very special.

It was also quite unexpected to see that the author left some commentary at the end of the work to discuss why they made the choices they did, why certain things happened, and what could have been the ending of the story… but wasn’t. To be truthful, the author noted a point about Belle that I honestly felt was entirely possible from the moment she came into contact with Hunter. But, really, i can see why the author didn’t end her story as I was expecting and i am quite glad they didn’t.

Well written, the entire work paints an image in your thoughts. One or two little words errors in the work, but nothing that really took me out of my enjoyment of the book at all.

I’m giving this work four and a half out of five pitchforks.

There is so much to be told about the Succubi in this universe that I would love to know. The mark of a good series is, truly, the opening chapter. This is a series I will be looking for and reading not just for the Succubi, but for all of the delicious questions that come. I think it will be an interesting ride…



Apr 26 2014

A Lost Girl encounter… Sort of.

LostGirl SignA little tale today… Those that follow my Twitter feed know what this is about, but as I have the pictures, and a Blog, I’m going to share them here as well…

I had sort of a Lost Girl encounter on Friday. Let me tell you about it.

I was off in the West end of Toronto, I had a meeting to attend and… Well… I got a little bit lost. I’m not a navigator, my Eternal will tell you that, and sometimes I get my north and south or east and west mixed up when I go somewhere new.

I pulled over to the side of the road to look at my map. Yes I use a paper map and not GPS or anything like that. Anyway, I noticed a sign laying on the ground next to the car and looked at it…

And saw this bright green sign with… Lost Girl set on it?

Now I couldn’t investigate further, I needed to get to that appointment, but I drove back afterwards and found the sign was standing up. So, obviously the thing to do was to follow the signs and see where they went. I didn’t expect to see the cast or anything like that, but I was curious.

The gallery here shows what I found along the way. I did locate the Lost Girl set, the crew and some of the trucks and so on that where parked there, but couldn’t get onto the set or poke around too much around the outside of the place.

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Really didn’t see too much, but I have to say it was a wonderful surprise on a cold, windy and rainy day. It made me smile, and that was something I’ll always remember…

My plan for today?

I think I’m going to go back there and see what I can see…


I went back the following morning and all of the trucks and so on had left. I’ve added a second gallery here of what the place looked like. There were still some crew cleaning up, you can see their pickups and vans there. I went around the back of the site to have a look there and when I came back there was a Corvette parked hear the doors to the building that they used for the set. Looking through the windows there wasn’t anything to be seen however. Still, it was fun to have the chance to peek around, have a look behind the curtain, and do something fun on a windy weekend…

Here’s the next day pictures…

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Hoping to find another one of their locations soon!