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Twists, (and Turns) Among The Wampyr

Life is complicated... Even for the Undead...

San Francisco, if you know it well, is a 24 hour city. Like our kind, the city never sleeps. Karen and I sit in a darkened booth in the far corner of a members club, very select, you understand. Soft music plays, a susurrus of distant conversation reaching us as the assembled mortal throng describe their day. You'd know some of them. "$100 a gramme, but it's not cut and I say that as...Read On

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Happy Birthday, Dear Wampyr, (Part II) Venezia.

Death In Venice? Not Quite...

Ever been to Venice?  It stinks. I don't mean in the American way, I mean literally. It fucking hums like an old lady knitting on a rocking-chair.  To YOU I mean. Not to us! To us it smells beautiful. To us it smells like what it is, a city with a past. The Floating City, The City Of Masks, La Dominante... Or simply Venezia, as the Contessa calls it... Nice place. You should go there. But...Read On

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Carter's Exploits part three: The Dirty Mob Boss Girl

The true effects of her presence hits him when his baby is gone for a few weeks.

Two Weeks Later It had been too long for Carter to go without Julia. He had barely managed to masturbate in the time she had been away. It just wasn't the same. Her fleshy folds around his cock. The feel of her juices as they exploded on his length. Her strangled screams as she shattered atop him. It made him throbbing hard and needy for the real thing that instant. "I miss you,...Read On

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Happy Birthday, Dear Wampyr... (Part I)

The Dark Lord Stefan celebrates Her birthday...

"369, The Goose Drank Wine, The Monkey Chewed Tobacco On The Streetcar line..." It was her birthday. The Dark Lord rose, the old rhyme humming in his head as he scented her upon the night air. The scent of her yes, but also the smells as she prepared herself to allow him to take her into the night in celebration. The Almond Butter she used to dress her curls, the ancient Florentine perfume...Read On

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Sandcastles

Written with love for a pretty girl

Golden sun covered the turquoise sea, white waves brushing the sand heading out from the line where she knelt, scooping great pits there just below where the fluffy white stuff I was sat upon merged with the firm apron of beige. Oblivious to those around her, she worked at her play, building with her chosen medium. I watched her from the lazy comfort of our sheet, spread upon the heated...Read On

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Soul Tormented By Kavya's Virgin Holes Till

Tortured spirit finally find solace with virgin Kavya left bruised from this encounter.

It was 5:42 which left Kavya two hours to sleep and sweep off this night. She let her body fall on the cold bed and closed her eyes. Soon, everything came back... She was in her room, combing her silky hair while contemplating her exposed body in the mirror. She loved the way her long hair covered her full breasts and deliberately parted her legs to look at her insides. She has never been a...Read On

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Claimed

It was time that she became what she was meant to be, his.

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the...Read On

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For the Love of Kaylee

I watched in horror as the two wolves tore the young deer in half and was surprised I was turned on.

My name was Kaylee Jeffery, an average nineteen year old student from Boston studying Drama in Southern California. The weather here was a lot warmer than it was back home. I mean it was mid January and I was able to go out in a thin jacket. One bright sunny day with a chill in the air, I took a walk into the woods and gazed in awe at the tall, towering leafless trees. A twig snapped in half...Read On

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Virgin and Villain

A princess is rescued

Brightest light and broken thoughts assail our senses. Fronts of thick, heavy clouds approach us on every side. Every color of the rainbow floats softly through our vision. Quickly, the images stir and change. At first of our family, and our home. The commotion, the screaming, the terrible hatred of it all flooding back into us. Each part of our life stacks on the next like paper. Each is...Read On

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Under the Full Moon

Passion, lust…love

A vampire can only reproduce on a Friday the 13th, under a full moon, and the female has to be a virgin. Passion, lust…love; it doesn’t matter the kind of fuck, as long as the female becomes impregnated. We’re prepared for it during our schooling, but it could happen at any age in our lives, provided we are sixteen or over, and that it’s the right date and moon cycle. Of course, we never get...Read On

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Sylph Esteem

Matt's been having a rough time of it, but good deeds pay sweet dividends.

People had finally gotten the hint. Matthew finished his walk alongside the gravel road, having not found so much as a cigarette butt or gum wrapper. It was a far cry from two years ago when the roadside and the valley below had been littered with trash bags and discarded appliances. His cameras providing evidence of the people littering on the property had allowed the police to track down...Read On

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London's Burning

One trip to London brings love, fire, romance and heartbreak.

From inside the pressurised, air-conditioned solitude and comfort of the black cab, my feet alighted at last on the wet street. Damp was something London did well. My bones shivered in their skin to feel the heavy weight of the city's gloom on them once more; it was not a feeling I relished. I looked up, casting my eyes about the grey and ominous sky with trepidation. There was a large...Read On

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The Apocalypse... Or Is It?

The end of the world is never what we could ever imagine it to be

The winds howled through the night, its high pitched screech squealing through the shattered windows on the very top of the skyscraper. Desolate and decrepit, the building looked like it had been many years since it was last tended to by man. Bricks were crumbling, the walls pockmarked with so many bullet holes and stains of dried flecks of blood smearing the dull paint. Yet, the world...Read On

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The Manor

A curious writer uncovers historical and personal truths.

It was supposed to be a typical Saturday morning for Scott.Typical meant getting an extra three hours of REM sleep and waking up at noon to find that the girl he had picked up from the club last night had gone missing. If he had wrecked her panties as well, one of his Armani Exchange boxers would sometimes disappear with the chick. Typical was ideal. However, all that was relegated to...Read On

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In That Moment

“ You can't save her Paul. You need to understand this. No matter how much you want it to happen, no matter how hard you try to make it happen, you can't stop it. Clara can't be brought back. This is not what I'm offering you. I'm sorry.” Paul sat on the sofa and leaned forward burying his face in his palms. He breathed through his fingers and then sobbed once...but his tears had dried up...Read On

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Second Chances

Have you ever wondered if you could spend another moment with your first love even if they're dead?

It was mid - January, the air below minus two, when I entered the park around ten to midnight after doing a busy nine hour shift at the convenience store. I pulled up the hood of my green puffa jacket over my head and walked deeper into the fog that miraculously appeared out of nowhere. I saw the outline of the lake in front of me so I thought and walked on. I suddenly felt afraid as the...Read On

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The Bringer

A young woman has to deal with a promise her father made.

December roared like a lion, and I would be glad to see the back of this year, 1782. The death of my father had hit the family hard, our livelihood threatened by squabbling over his will. My mother had taken to her bed, and I had been recalled from tuition at my aunt’s house upon the East Coast to reunite with my mother and my six sisters for the festive season. The carriage seemed to...Read On

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The Mystery of The Abandoned Manor

Tormented by bizarre dreams about an ancient manor, a young woman decides to investigate

Alisha listened intently as her grandmother related the old legend that linked her family and Pierre de la Rochelle. No matter how many times this story had been told to her, she never got tired of it. Each time she would visit the elderly woman, the latter would talk about her ancestors and the once prestigious lord of French origin, Pierre de la Rochelle. “He was successful, envied by...Read On

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Immortal Sins, Part three

Max “Gone? Where will you go?” I ask, as I stand in the doorway to Ella’s kitchen. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know yet. Wherever life takes me, I guess.” I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing her. I couldn’t stand the thought of being left alone. I have to convince her to stay. A desperate surge comes over me and I walk up to her as she takes a sip...Read On

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For You, Father

Tonight, a priest must guard his own soul instead...

“Father…” came the whisper, soft as a feather, warm as honey. I woke in confusion, searching for the illuminated red of the clock, finding nothing. The bedroom was a well of darkness, a void of light that had no end. Was there a power outage? Not even the amber stars of a midsummer’s night could be seen through the drafty parsonage window. With uncertain hands I groped for the bedside...Read On

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The Virgin Possessed

Kelly, a virgin, is preparing for her upcoming wedding when an escaped succubus posseses her!

Freedom. I burst out of the depths of the earth into the sunlight, and savored my freedom. Long had pain and fire and darkness chained me. But I had slipped my bonds. I would not go back. Here was light and life and wonderful impurity. Lust brimmed in the world—filthy, depraved, selfish desire. It was— Purity marred it. A scent of lilac, so innocent and pure, nauseated...Read On

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Ghost or Spirit soul

I Translated this story from one of my own stories

Tommy had walked her to her door, and she had thanked him once more for the pleasant evening and had given him a warm hug with a lingering kiss. As he had turned and walked away to leave, Jackie had closed her eyes and said a prayer for a peaceful night of sleep without interruption. She had really needed some rest and felt as if she could sleep for days on end. She had decided not...Read On

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The 35th Generation

It's all about family, but seven hundred years?

What the hell was that? My eyes snapped open and an intense white light was coming out of the bathroom. I threw my hands up and tried to block it, it was so bright it hurt. I thought it was coming from the bathroom, but it didn't look like what I had seen last night as I fell asleep. Where was the mirror? A large, gold framed mirror had been over the sink for eight years. My wife had picked...Read On

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The Curious Tale of Kitty Meowenstein

What would happen if you woke up as a witch?

No world existed beyond the spill of cold light from the car headlamps. A midnight shroud had settled, smothering the land in a gloom where only dim glimmers and deep dark shadows existed. Storm clouds loomed menacingly in the nighttime sky, threatening a downpour that no living soul would wish to be caught in. The streetlights of civilisation seemed to provide people with a false sense...Read On

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A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Summer Raines had never wanted anyone as much as Wolf, and everything a werewolf had to offer her.

I Summer and Mia Raines glanced at each other as they exited the large airplane and followed the crowd up a long hallway. Though neither of them had ever seen Wolf Carson, the man who would be waiting for them there, he had assured them that he’d seen both of their pictures and would be easily able to recognize them. As they neared the other end of the hall, Summer was feeling...Read On

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A Simple Damascus Gold Band

A young wife learns the true power of love from her bereaved brother-in-law.

Philippa gently eased the suction on John’s big thick cock; it’s engorged mushroom head filled her mouth almost to gagging. She used her fingers to very lightly brush the tips of her husband’s nipples. He squirmed and she giggled. His big cock filling her stretched mouth muffled the soft feminine sound of her giggles. Simultaneously with brushing the tips of his nipples Philippa swirled...Read On

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The Vampire in the Attic

Sexy, or just spooky?

It was the kind of winter where comfort food could cause no guilt. The snow and rain poured down endlessly and the biting wind left Scarlett Kennedy’s eyes watering and her face numb. She missed the gloriously abundant sunshine of Los Angeles but the gothic Yorkshire mansion was the only real estate her father had salvaged after his investments turned sour, and so the family had been forced...Read On

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The Night of the Hunter

My appetite was incredible. It had been in days and only then did I realize just how murderous I felt inside, more than ready to submit to my cravings, to release the beast within. When had I last fed? Four days? Or was it six? And why hadn't I? Was it caution? Fear? Sheer repulsion? I can answer yes to all three, but I'd be lying to you. Let's just say, I was saving myself, starving myself...Read On

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My Dark Follower

If I'm going to do this with you, I better do this right. I'm gonna be your dirty girl tonight...

I ran down the hallway as fast as I could, determined to outrun the entity that was quickly gaining ground, before he caught up to me and trapped me in this place for all of eternity. This was the last place I wanted to be stuck in, especially to be held captive by Him. I know I didn’t lead a very exemplary life when I was alive, but did it really warrant this kind of punishment? A...Read On

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King Of The Jungle Loving

Yasmin and her were-tiger.

My name is Yasmin Banks. I'm thirty two years old and I'm from South London. I had saved up a few grand to backpack through Southern Malaysia. It was something I had always wanted to do since I left college fifteen years ago. One thing after another had always prevented me from following my dreams. So, here I am, backpacking in Southern Malaysia with a tour guide. The magnificent...Read On