The rain finally stopped but Lea didn't even notice. The bath felt so good. She had worked hard all week and this was her reward. One last night in this grand hotel, with a bath room nearly the size of her apartment back home. So she had turned on the CD player in the other room, striped out of her clothes and ran a bath, lit some candles and now she closed out the world. She let her mind drift as her hands played with the bubbles. Her new boss was a little skittish, he would not come in the room yet insisted she remain there.
This was a bit new, just handing her things to research and then leaving. Normally he would stay in the room and work with her on reports and lining up buyers or raising funds. They made a good team, but this trip he was not acting himself. A month ago at the company picnic she had worn a halter top dress and she could swear that when he saw her he felt ill, the color drained from his face and he excused himself rathHe smiled down at her as he ripped another length off the bedspread. He let her up a bit just enough to roll her to her back and quickly tied one hand to the headboard and though she kicked at him, he caught her other hand, smiling as he takes the vibrator that she is still holding. "Perhaps later my little Dove." He quickly tied her hands together and leaned back a bit. "I am sorry to tie you my Dove, but I don't want you to hurt yourself." "I'm not your Dove or your anything. Let me go!" She kicked at him and missed. He is just a dark shape with those glowing eyes. His hands felt rough and with long nails when he held her down. She cursed at him and kicked again at his comment when he took the vibrator from her hand. She kicked again only to have that long fingered hand grab her ankle. "No! No! Don't tie me. Stop it!" He easily caught her leg and taking another length of the bedspread he shredded, he looped it around th
Richmond’s DiaryThat night was the most painful and yet pleasurable experience of my entire life. First of all, one has to put this in perspective: I'm a 20 year old college student who drinks… a lot. Yet I felt a strange emptiness, an emptiness that can best be described as the one you get knowing that the most grotesque specimen of woman would not sleep with you. Knowing this, it came much to my surprise to receive an invitation to a "private party" from a girl that didn't even know I existed. Granted, I had seen her a million times in French class, but I had only momentarily glanced at her and she never, never looked back. All of a sudden I was going to a party! You know those moments on movies where something really cool happens and you hear, "Alleluia!" Well, that was one of those moments. I accepted the invitation in stride… oh, who in the hell am I kidding, I grinned the entire day, and my professor
Aithusa’s POVI looked at Hannabelle in confusion and said,” I was with the guys last night and then Rook came to dinner at my house. He stayed until eleven thirty and then I went hunting. And I went to the bar close to my home. You can check the CCTV footage of that place and the guy’s place as well.”Hannabelle looked up at me and said,” Did you kill him or not?”I said,” To be honest, Archdemoness, I could not even recognize that dude until Richmond and Peter told me about our mutually shared history. I just slammed his head in the car door because I was saying no and he was not taking no for an answer. I don’t remember anything about him at all so why on earth would I go on to kill him?”Hannabelle stared at me for a moment and then sighed,” I know that you did not kill him. You cannot. Lik
"I am bored out of my mind," he said and looked at himself in the mirror above the bar. The room was stale with smoke. "Why, what's your problem?" he turned around and looked at a girl in a black leather jacket that was standing behind him. "Where'd you come from?" he asked."Oh here and there, mind if I sit down?" "Yeah, that's cool."He looked her over without being too obvious. She had hair the color of India ink, she was dressed all in black, tight black skirt, black pumps, leather jacket, pink face, red mouth, blue eyes that burned holes, about twenty two. She took out a cigar, lit it and blew a puff at the mirror. "Want a beer?" he asked."Yeah." "Bartender," he tried to yell over the noise, "what's your name?" "Sophie," she said and flashed her smile. He felt it and smiled back. "What do ya do Sophie?" "Paralegal."
It was the next day, about ten o'clock at night. He was so excited his breath was coming hard; it was like the first time that he'd smoked pot. He'd drawn the pentagram on the floor. Thomas stood in the pentagram and grabbed his penis, pleasure went through his body as he thought about the bitch goddess. His cock was as hard as a rock thinking about the devil girl."She's so evil," he said to himself.Thomas said the conjure words and stood staring at one of the candles that were placed about the room, "This has been fun even if nothing happens."He closed his eyes, masturbating. When he opened his eyes again, he stood looking at the same candle. Then a stream of green smoke started coming out of it. A little at first, then more."Shit," he said softly. Fear mixed with desire is a potent mixture.The smoke was a sort of solid cloud that didn't move. Thomas looked at it, hypnotized. The
She moved very fast and jumped on top of him.The long tongue came out of her mouth and began licking his lips.She pulled his belt and pants off in one motion, then after pausing briefly, pulled his boxers down.The kisses started again, one hot burning kiss after another, so hot that Thomas was a little afraid that his face would be burned.She again broke away from their kiss and said, "You're not going to be burnt, stupid, if I wanted to, I would just kill you and be done with it.""Can you read thoughts?" he asked, shocked.She said, "Fuck you, do you want the fuck or don't you?""Of course I want the fuck," he said emphatically."Okay," she said with a satisfied look.She leaned back down and began kissing his ears, going from side to side of his face making butterfly kisses.His throbbing erection rubbed against her thigh, so close to t
Aithusa’s POVIn the half-light of the reluctant dawn lay a shoe. From its size Mac deduced that the bearer was petite, likely no heavier than the average twelve year old. Yet it was sexy, sophisticated and undeniably high-end. Or at least it had been. Now the heel had broken off and it was plastered with drying mud. A short way off lay it's pair, unbroken, kicked off in haste. He moved around trying not to disturb the mud, there were barefoot impressions; not the rolling motion of heel-strike walking, but only the balls of the foot and the toes. She had run, likely for her life. He nodded to the sergeant who got on his radio to order in forensics. They wouldn't be happy to be woken but this scene likely had time sensitive evidence. The clouds were an almost unbroken layer and the air heavy with moisture. In minutes the constables had it taped off and diversions were set.The glasses were so ubiq
Thomas didn't know how to do a shrine, but he did know how to do graffiti. He wrote 'I love Jezebel' with an upside down pentagram on the wall over the building around the corner from where he lived. Then on another building he wrote 'I love Devil Girl' with a pentagram next to it.He wrote 'I love Devil Girl' on several buildings the day after he'd first conjured her.Thomas was a little tired, but in a good way, the fuck session was more satisfying than anything he'd ever known, and could barely wait to do it again.He got a heart shaped box and drew a picture of her and put it in the box, then he drew a heart on another piece of paper and put Thomas loves Jezebel in the middle of it.From then on he conjured her every day for forty days, she would come, fuck the absolute living shit out of him, demand that he be her disciple and then disappear. Lust can be fun - I'm not saying it isn't &ndas
Purple flames appeared atop a snowy mountain, flaring for a brief moment, leaving Darren standing alone on a mountaintop, surging with energy, he directed his energy outwards, hurling explosive fireballs at surrounding mountains, watching avalanches cascading down their slopes. He screamed at the sky like a rabid monster, the very mountain shook with his anger, before he collapsed on his rear.There he sat, on top of the world, nobody around for miles, and cried. He cried for Hannabelle, he cried for his inability to control his emotions, he cried for his confusion on how to deal with her. Since the moment he saw her face, he knew she would be trouble, but he just couldn't help himself, one hundred years ago he'
"Sorry," she said quickly, turning to leave.
"Fuck fuck fuck Fucking FUCK!" Darren cursed as he sipped his scotch, "why don't I just kill her and take her soul? I don't fucking know! Of course that would be the easiest solution, hell, if some fucking demon gets a hold of her, me killing her would be a fucking mercy!"Darren for all his power and wisdom, couldn't help but yell and rage at himself while pacing around his room. Hurling his glass at the wall, he was unsatisfied even as the glass obliterated into the tiniest of shards. He threw himself back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, reaching out he managed to feel for the bottle of scotch he'd set out and bringing it to his lips he chugged down half the bottle."She's nothing lik
"Hannabelle?..." said a cool, calming voice, "Hannabelle... You need to wake up."
Aithusa's POVI'm confused.
“Are you still planning on telling me that your name is Georgina?” asked Jared as they both went inside.“It is the name that I go by now. I am not going to tell you anything more than you need to know,” said Aithusa while she went inside her room and closed the door with a slam. Why she was angry she herself had no idea but she knew that he had left her all alone and now she had to deal with the fact that they might be never each other’s again.“I did not know it was you, Thusa…” Jared said softly. Aithusa was undressing and changing her cloths inside and she suddenly stopped. Her hands stopped moving and she had to sit down on the bed. She was silent. He knew it was her and she had not known all this time. This was the reason that she had come back. That she had signed the deal. That she had made sure that she would have to live for an eternity.
She moaned, rolling over onto her back. A fine sheen of sweat made her pale skin glisten like silver in the shafts of moonlight that filtered through the blinds. She kicked the sheets downward until her shapely legs and feet were uncovered. Her nightgown was still hiked up to her hips, and since she never wore panties to bed, her wet sex was exposed to the light breeze from the ceiling fan overhead.
Demon Imp’s POVI had been feeling feverish and achy for the better part of a week before I decided I was sick. Until then, I had convinced myself that I was merely tired, that I was feeling the accumulated stress of what had been a bad year. Not only was summer the most demanding season of my sales job, but I had also gone through a divorce. I thought I had taken the season and my wife's absence well; my body suggested otherwise and was now sticking me with a bug to prove it.
Aithusa’s POVPulling his cock out he removed the dildo and untied me looking at him I could see that his cock had grown stiff again God this is not a man he is an animal he told me to turn over and get on all fours! I am right he is an animal now he wants it doggy style but I am not going to turn it down like I said it has been a long time since I had a fuck so I going to take all the cock he can give,