Ecstatic transcendence Stories

I can hardly believe I’m saying this, but at the age of 58 I’ve become a fallen woman, and I’ve loved every moment of my debauchery. It started nearly a year ago when an elderly gentleman moved in next door to live in the other half of our semi. Like good neighbours we knocked on his door to ask if he would like a cup of tea while the removal men were busy carrying in lots of boxes, and struggling to get all the furniture...

The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had been dormant for many centuries, and I knew that I must take her life force and make it my own. ooOoo I was born long before the present day in a small town in what is now R...