Jul 19 2017

A Red Dress does not a Costume Make

Sexy Heart Devil Halloween DressThere are many costumes which have, as their basis, some sort of red dress. Some of them are trashy, many are really nothing special. They are, much of the time, used as a means to throw some really poor horns at and call it a costume. It’s odd to find a dress that suggests it is a costume, even more so a devilish one, which doesn’t have really anything going for it that says it is, in any way, a devil costume.

This is called the Sexy Heart Devil Halloween Dress and it comes with the dress and shawl. The stockings and shoes are not included and it sells for $20 US.

More than anything else, I know, this is just a red dress that’s had the word ‘devil’ attached to it so a google search picks it up. That said, the dress isn’t all that lovely, it doesn’t have a lot going for it overall.

There’s nothing really that says this is any sort of devil, or otherwise, costume. Even adding a pair of horns to this, or one of my most dreaded poorly made pitchforks that I detest, wouldn’t make it one.

It is a dress, it is red. That does not make it a costume by any stretch of the imagination. I’m probably more generous than I should be in rating this.

One out of five pitchforks.

Nothing here, no horns, no devil and certainly no succubus.

There are other things to look at. Perhaps next week will be a little more inspiring?



Jul 18 2017

A Review of Stu Boling and the Lap Dance of Death by Nic Brown

Stu Boling and the Lap Dance of Death by Nic Brown

Stu Boling and the Lap Dance of Death by Nic Brown

Origin stories need some specific things to work well. There needs to be a hook in the character, a reason as to why they are on the path that leads them forwards. Beyond that, their personality should be attractive in some way, whether that be amusing or otherwise. But if that origin is confused, or the plot seems to be looking for itself, that’s a problem on its own.

In the same way, offering a succubus who seems to be a means to an end, but little more, can be disappointing. Being evil is but the start to the character. A seduction is an aspect of them. Teasing there’s something more, then not doing a lot with it, can be a problem when there’s a hint that there’s a lot more going on than the story tells of.

The work tells the story of:

Stu Boling is just a normal guy who wanted to grow up to be a policeman. That didn’t happen.

Instead he met an evil leprechaun that stuffed his head full of knowledge he shouldn’t have… knowledge of the world hidden within ours… the world of the supernatural.

Stu is just about at the end of his rope, unemployed and shy of prospects he’s hit a new low. But when a stranger comes knocking on his door things change. Soon Stu finds himself facing death in a most unlikely place- a strip club!

Stu is going to need more than a handful of dollar bills to get out of this one alive because at the Faster Pussycat strip joint the drinks are expensive, but a lap dance could cost you your life!

Stu is in what you might call a complicated situation. If running into a leprechaun wasn’t bad enough, now there’s so much knowledge jammed into his brain that he suddenly knows that not everything as it seems. Opening his front door starts Stu on an adventure he didn’t expect, a pain in the ass boss that drives him batty, and a succubus that has only one thing in mind. Dinner.

The story tells about how Stu came to be in the situation he finds himself in, and that’s a really complicated mess of threads to sort through. It’s more so when Stu finds himself drawn into the world of the supernatural, having to use the knowledge stuffed into himself to work out what’s going on. The internal struggle really works well here, and the internal monologue reads well not just in telling the story, but giving rise to Stu’s personality.

There’s really no erotica in this work as the focus is getting Stu up to speed, pushing him towards his first encounter and seeing how things unfold from there. That story is direct and to the point, save for when Stu walks into a strip club, orders a Diet Coke, which as an aside, made me giggle, and then encounters Starr.

Starr, the succubus of the work, is for the most part stereotypical in what drives her. That said, her actual powers are a little different, she’s seductive as well which makes her more interesting. There’s a comment by her about what Stu’s mind thinks of as the perfect woman that offered I thought a good plot to follow on as well. There’s some subtle mind control, the seduction is told really well and I liked it quite a lot.

There’s a reveal about Starr, which wasn’t completely unexpected and in the same vein, how things clash between them, and what that says about Stu himself. This really brings into sharp focus the depth of his character. That climax however felt too rushed, there was too many new little things that appeared around Stu that didn’t before, and if felt like the author was cramming in a lot of minutia about Stu in a very short space.

The actual appearance of Starr in the work is rather short and as such this isn’t a work about a succubus overall. She’s more of a reason for a choice to be made, a path for Stu to walk on going forwards. The thing is, some of the comments by Starr make me wonder about her, and what happens to her and what could be.

The characters are really interesting, the dialogue turns some delightfully funny moments as well. But it felt, at the beginning, there was a lack of traction to get the story moving. There’s a fairly large infodump at the start which made reading those passages difficult because there wasn’t a lot of clarity. Once past that, and Stu acts as the person he is, that worked well. The encounter around, and within, the strip club worked as well. The ending was a little disappointing in how short and blunt it was. I’d have liked more about the mystery around Stu, the organization he’s encountered, and an inkling of what’s next.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

There’s really not much done with Starr as a succubus character in this work overall. This is an origin story for Stu, a really good one as a whole, but things were somewhat scattered at times and I’d have liked s little more focus on things. There’s some dangling moments which leave many questions and they aren’t filled in all that well.

Since the work was published, I haven’t seen another work in the series, though it was recently given a new cover. If the series is going to continue, sometime, I find myself wondering if Stu’s really seen the last of Starr or not. Perhaps that would be interesting as an ongoing plot along the way.

We’ll have to see I suppose…



Jul 17 2017

Path By TeraS

A short story this week on the Tale … Something of a … let’s call this a thought pondered over while … things happened. For each soul there is a way, a direction, a …


By TeraS


The morning sun hadn’t dawned, the light was still making its way over the hills and valleys, caressing tall sinuous spires and rounded bumps on the landscape where those that called the Realm their home dwelled. It brought the promise of a new day, the expectation of events unfolding, souls meeting, and lives entwining in the dance that was time itself. Some thought about the future and what it would bring; others pondered the past, lessons learned, and expectations. Each had their own concept of what the day brought and what they hoped it would be.

He’d been up early, more so than he usually was: not that he wouldn’t have been more than happy to stay curled with his Eternal, their red tails entwined—for, after all, there really wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be. But this moment, just before the dawn turned the black hues of night to the mottled blues of the morning, held something special in this day. The sun that warmed the land had moved along its path, the sky moving about its own. He’d always had a fascination with the sky of his home, knowing the constellations which were visible as his imagination traced upon the glittering dots of the night sky in his memory. From time to time, he’d catch a glimpse of other planets, some giant balls of gas, others smaller and more substantial things. Still, there was one sight that always called him back to the place and path he’d walked before.

The names came easily to him, some learned when he was so very young, sitting on a rock ledge, a flashlight illuminating a book he’d taken from the library, noting the star, planet or constellation that he wanted to find above and put to memory. Some didn’t quite understand why he did so; his answer, which seemed to be a rational at first, would come to haunt him from time to time.

The sound of crickets, the last before the dawn, came to him and he remembered that cold winter, when he was barely in his teens, making his way through the woods in the middle of the night: the escarpment on his right, the cliff edge there in the darkness, he alone. No other soul for miles around, no lights to be seen. His goal was somewhere up ahead, in the darkness, waiting for him to arrive. It would be worth it, even if he’d be the only one that really knew why. A glow on the horizon flickered at his consciousness, turning his attention towards the new addition to the sky. Something he’d heard of, but never seen in the lights of home, for the sky there wasn’t dark enough for it to be seen.

The memory left, his attention returned to the small rucksack he’d packed the night before. A smile came as he thought of her, how his simple pleasures were her delight, the bemused smile that graced her lips. Kneeling down, he worked the flap open, drawing out things that had come along the path to here and now from then and there.

The cliff jutted out into space, a shelf which the night surrounded, still hiding the dangers of a misstep, the need for caution. He wasn’t foolish: this wasn’t the first time he’d been here, after all. This was a path he’d walked often over time, some nights in deepest cold or sweltering heat. Driving rain, winds, and snow had been his companions as well more often than he’d have liked to admit, though he never did. When he was far younger, it was so one soul wouldn’t worry. Now, with the passage of time, he’d allowed her to know it wasn’t, exactly, completely safe, but it would be fine.

He could have just appeared in the place he needed to be, but there was something about walking the path, as done for so many years and decades now, that made it feel like a betrayal, a loss of respect for the place he was and what he came to see, to arrive by other means. A mote of light in the sea of the universe should have respect, after all.

The first thing placed on the ground from his gear was a small tripod. Worn, dearly old, a gift he’d received on his eleventh birthday which was still with him. Oh, he had better ones now, without question, but he brought this one to this place on the first night. Next came the camera, the leather of the grips worn smooth, the metal worn down in places from years of being held by slightly rough hands. Some had asked why he did not use the modern things; they didn’t seem to understand the need to follow through on a treasured memory, it seemed.

As he turned the camera over, the back sprung open when he touched the lever. He recalled the reactions when he explained that not everything happened in an instant, sometimes you had to work at things to make them happen. The path from beginning to finish mattered, and being impatient was never acceptable.

The small tube, capped with a grey lid, rested comfortably in his hand—another of those bygone things that the world didn’t have time for on its path forwards. Opening the top, he enjoyed the light smell that came. It was hard to explain to others the attraction of a roll of film, unprocessed, not as yet having captured time or space.

Years of practised motion took the film along its path from waiting to be used to being in place, the camera closed. There was nothing to do the work for him. There was no automatic wind, no autofocus, no perfect exposure. The shutter closed under a finger, the film moved forwards as his thumb moved from left to right. His tradition was three shots made, the camera pointed out into the darkness without form, a void, the rim travelling on its path before mounting the camera onto the tripod that waited for its role. Lastly, the shutter cable was unwound, connected to the release. All was prepared for the moment to be.

The creatures of the night still held sway as he rested on the ledge, looking out towards the horizon, his mind racing to calculate the length of the exposure, the direction, how much aperture needed, the depth of field required. Again his thoughts passed back to the first night: how cold it was, his hands turning blue, risking frostbite to capture that which he’d been driven to see, the wind whipping around him, snow soaking into his clothes and yet not being miserable about it. Far from it: the discomfort was part of the moment, gave memory and meaning to it all. This night wasn’t a trial. Far from it: the night was warm, a midsummer’s night, one that promised the experience would be well worth the effort. Turning the mount a few degrees to the right and raising the angle slightly before locking it, all that remained was to wait for things to travel on their paths.

He felt her long before she made her appearance, there was but one path and there was no hiding from one’s Eternal, after all. Even if that red-tailed, ebon haired seductress probably could have managed it, this was something special to him and she’d not just appear out of thin air: “Is there room for two?”

His answer was a chuckle: “Always. Watch for the slippery rock on the right.”

He heard her steps, she did avoid the rock he’d warned about: “All set?”

She probably could see his smile, even if he was looking towards the horizon: “Yup. All set.”

The cable release rested between his left thumb and forefinger, ready to be triggered, his thumb brushing over the plunger as she settled in beside him. They were quiet for a time. He patiently waited before the love of his life rested her hand on his shoulder: “How many will this be?”

He thought about that: the winters alone, the summer nights with the crickets his only companion, the spring rains that made him shiver, the fall leaves swirling about him. He thought about the long path that he’d been on, where it had taken him, the wonder he saw, not in the sky forming, but the woman beside him. His answer was the truth: “First with you.”

He enjoyed the glow of her eyes as the sky flashed a warning and he pressed the shutter, locking it down. The aurora washed over the sky, the multicoloured hues casting light upon the two small motes of light in the universe that had come to see the spectacle above. The lights above danced their way over the sky, entwining with each other, casting their beauty upon the souls below who laid beneath, curled together, making their own light in their own entwining. In the moment the passions of the universe met the love of two souls captured within their own orbits. The skies seemed a bit brighter, more vibrant, the night sky painting above while the souls below marveled in the ecstasy of light above.

A slim hand, tipped with red nails, reached out to the release, ending one exposure for the sake of another. The skies lightened as the night continued on its path, the dawn arrived on its own. Amongst all, the path of a soul, brought from the past to the present, from isolated joy to shared wonder, continued onwards.

The path stretched into infinity, offering itself to be discovered and remembered, shared and held. A path shared with the universe given hope that the next moment, the next memory, would be what the path promised it to be.

Jul 16 2017

A Review of The Witch in the Woods by Remo Santomauro

The Witch in the Woods by Remo Santomauro

The Witch in the Woods by Remo Santomauro

There always is a reason as to why things happen and it is the discovery of that reason that makes for an interesting story. That can be a convoluted path with many wrong turns and things to sort out. But when that reason is cloaked behind the past, it can become murky and uncertain.

Not everything is as it seems, especially when it comes to the ways of magic, but more so the ways of the heart. Finding the true path in the face of despair and loss can be more powerful than any magic alone. The question to be asked however, is who actually is pulling the strings and who is only the puppet being played.

The work tells the story of:

Brian just wanted to get home for Thanksgiving, and a shortcut through the mountains seemed like his best bet. But when strange visions cause his car to spin out of control during a storm, he’s stranded on the lonely road, with no help in sight. Tired and bruised, he’s drawn toward a mysterious glow coming through the trees, and sets out down the road, hoping for rescue.

What he finds is a quaint little house tucked back in the woods, where an old woman and her beautiful young niece live in seclusion. When they offer to take him in for the night, Brian has no idea what he’s stumbled into, but from the moment the hot young redhead climbs into his bed, Brian’s world is filled with incredible new delights, and frightening new realities.

A centuries-old quest for long-lost pleasures drags Brian in to a nightmare world of demons and witches. Captured by forces from Hell, will he give in to his lust at the cost of his soul, or can he resist infernal temptations, and break free from the witch’s fiendish trap?

Brian finds himself more than lost, he’s deeply entwined within the depths of need that has been smouldering for time untold. There are forces that need him, want him and through him intend to have what they desire. But along the path there’s something more powerful that calls to Brian and drives him towards a single, fateful choice.

The work is a mixture of romance, myth and mystery which tells a deeply involved story about the main character and the two women he encounters. There are several underlying plot threads and what’s interesting about them is how the past events told lead towards some odd choices by one of the women and for the other, an understanding that there’s something connecting Brian to her. It is the overcoming of the forces that try to bend them both towards a desired fate that brings a lot of character development, which I liked.

The incubus of the work, Samumuhn, is only barely within the story, really only being present at the the beginning and the climax of the story. But his effects run throughout the story and are inescapable by the main characters of the work. It drives a transformation of one character, an unending need in another which combined twist the story in some directions that I didn’t expect.

There’s quite a bit of erotica in the story which has some quite clear succubus and incubus aspects. There’s a good deal of mind control and transformation along the way which works to bring a little more heat to things. There are some moments that are well over the top, but overall the softer erotic moments were well done and the more forceful ones weren’t out of character or read oddly.

While I liked the work overall and the climax was well done, I felt the ending was a little too fast, too expected. The ending, while a delight, left a number of threads dangling. The climax did as well, though how things closed in that part of the work didn’t feel rushed or uneven. The postscript seemed to be a very Hollywood ending, not closing the character arcs completely. I’d have liked a little more certainty in the ending not from the perspective of what the future holds, but rather more towards the answers that Brian sought, and needed.

Four out of five pitchforks.

A lovely and involved story that tells a unique story that I loved very much. I’d have liked a little more in the conclusion, it’s too quickly brought to a close for my liking. That said, the characters are well written, the story is complex and entertaining. There’s a lot to like here, not to forget the universe that the work brings into existence through it all.

I’d like to see what comes next, the future that Brian is facing and what that means to the one he holds with him. It feels like there’s more story to be told and perhaps sometime that will happen.



Jul 15 2017

A YouTube that makes me wonder what the movie was like

I found a YouTube from quite a lot time ago, one that I hadn’t been aware of. It’s not a complete film, it’s missing some needed bits and pieces in order to be complete. But it does make me wonder about the story, if not being so thrilled about the succubus herself.


If you can’t see this video on the Tale, please try this link.

And, as always as YouTube has the habit of making videos vanish, here is a screenshot of the main character and the succubus herself.

Succubus Hotel

It’s hard to figure out exactly what’s going on in this scene, the ending is rather disappointing and somewhat expected from the reaction of the main character.

What’s more disappointing is the succubus herself. She’s… a caricature I think. The actress seems to be quite lovely, really it is her makeup that makes me cringe.

I’ll have to keep searching for the full movie, to see what is going on. I won’t be surprised if it’s trending towards hopelessness and loss, there just seems to be that feeling to the scene.

I wonder why things have to be that way so much of the time when succubi are involved?



Jul 14 2017

A Review of A Vampire’s Seduction by Angel Lawson

A Vampire's Seduction by Angel Lawson

A Vampire’s Seduction by Angel Lawson

Vampires appear quite often in stories about succubi and the same frequently happens as well. The thing that makes that a problem sometimes comes to offering a larger story, then not playing off that and telling that story. Being that a series focuses upon vampires, it’s not that surprising that when succubi appear, they aren’t really the core of the story to be told.

The thing is, however, adding succubi to a world means there needs to be a background, a history to be told. That then brings about characters mentioning places and events that matter to them, give depth to their characters. If that’s not really drawn on more than in passing, it leaves a lot to be desired. For succubi, desire matters and if that desire isn’t resolved, there’s something missing.

The work tells the story of:

Some vampires are the mysterious hero. You know the type. They brood, flash a crooked grin, and win the coveted heart of a human girl. Ryan’s a handsome, strong, vampire but he’s not thinking about saving damsels or tracking killers. He just wants to be left alone. Unfortunately, life is never that easy and when danger targets the coven Ryan must step up and help Grant stop a dangerous killer. This time it’s not a vampire stirring up trouble from the past.

It’s a Succubus.

Grant has a problem and that comes to needing Ryan’s help. That doesn’t make Ryan happy, but what makes it worse is that the problem is a succubus. Being a vampire doesn’t exactly mean he’s immune to the seductress. But the mystery isn’t the succubus he’s looking for, it’s the succubus he’s found and what it means to them both.

The work is set within a vampire series and as such all of the main characters are vampires. That said, there are two succubi that appear and they are interesting mirrors of each other. The thing is that while one of the succubi has her story told really well, her sister’s story, more pointedly, what she’s thinking and how everything came to be, doesn’t get explored all that deeply on the way to creating the conflict the book deals with.

There are scenes with lovely hints about the power of the succubi, but they aren’t stereotypically evil which I think added a lot to the work, The reasons for their actions aren’t silly or not well thought out and it makes for a story that adds a lot of depth to their characters. However, in adding that depth, there’s a lot of things said by them both, mentioned in passing, that dearly demand some exploration of the succubi society as a whole.

That doesn’t come in this work, but it isn’t the point after all. The hints are mainly favour, something to add dimensions to the succubi and they do. But they also tease a lot about succubi and that left me a little disappointed that more wasn’t said.

The erotica has some lovely heat, the scenes aren’t silly or written in a way that takes the connection from the characters and makes it irrelevant. There’s a connection and the exploration isn’t a snap of the fingers acceptance either. There’s real problems to overcome and I liked that very much as well.

There’s some minor editing needed here and there, nothing really substantial however but the little stumbles at some critical moments are a little disappointing considering how the work otherwise flows so very well. Lovely characters and there’s a lot to love in the work. It’s the little things that are missing, such as telling more about Katica and Nika, more than just teasing they are succubi, offering their stories, then rushing past that tease headlong into the climax of the story and leaving so much else left unsaid and unfinished.

Four out of five pitchforks.

I know this work isn’t really about succubi, even less so their society that’s hinted at and really that’s the problem for me. Dropping so many plots and hints about the world that Katica and Nika live in leaves me wanting that series a lot more than the vampire one that this book tells of.

Laying out some really delicious possibilities about succubi in a series where there isn’t a feeling of that ever coming out is really the one disappointing thing for me. That said, I will be watching to see if the author decides to tell the story of the succubi, and I hope as well, incubi in this universe.

There’s story to be told, I wish there had been time to do so, but that wasn’t the focus of this work. Perhaps there will be that focus in the future. It would be nice to see.



Jul 13 2017

Succubi Image of the Week 495

I do like finding succubus art of characters that are a little bit different. Something that offers a hint of a story, an idea of their personality. Sometimes the little hints and ideas offer give me something to think about, to mull over in my writing. Not all succubi are the same of course and it’s those differences that make for some of the most delightful art of all.

Little Demon by Felipe-Gasquez

Little Demon by Felipe-Gasquez


This work is called Little Demon and is by the artist Felipe-Gasquez. You can find the original page on DeviantArt with this art here and this artist’s DeviantArt page can be found here as well.

I really like the idea of what I think of as vines wrapping around her body, creating the “clothing” that she’s wearing. It adds a neat little quirk to her overall look that really works well. Her horns are different, perhaps a bit too much so, but overall they work well with her body shape and hair. The red skin tone makes the contrast between her “vines” a bit more stark, much in the same way that her tail being so very different colour wise from all else, makes it stand out very well.

A fun character, her expression and almost toying use of that flame from her finger offers a neat little glimpse of who she is. Wonderful by far as a succubus, and quite something to ponder over for a story some time.