You stand across the room, intrigued by the girl in red, unable to look away from the bewitching, otherworldly enchantress. Her long red dress and cape conceal her feet, giving her the appearance of floating like an apparition as she moves across the floor. The red hood frames her white blonde hair, delicate alabaster skin, and sensual red lips. Her seductive allure arouses you profoundly. She stops, turns her head, and l...

The last of the dishes is cleared from the table, and I put them in the sink. I scrub the plate I’d eaten from and hand it to my father. Dinner had been just me and him, eating in the apartment we share above his tailor shop, in complete silence. It’s been this way for months. “You did remember to lock up, right?” I nod. “Of course, Papa.” “You wound up and covered all the fabric?” Another nod as I hand him the scrubbed p...

This nightfall, he stands at my gate, eyes pleading for sanctuary. Someone’s blood dribbles down his chin. I understand cravings and think I can help. Replace one thing with another. His eyes glow and mouth drools as my fingers thrust inside my cunt, making him wait before I wipe my drippings under his nostrils—a sniff of something more potent. He falls to his knees and buries his face between my legs. One taste turns him...

Part 1: Meetings I was walking in some of those narrow streets on the left bank of Seine. It was late the evening, and I had finished the work that brought me to Paris and was just soaking in the atmosphere of the city. I heard a voice speak close in my ear: "Pardon, monsieur. Où est l'hôtel Ritz?" "Désolé, mais je ne parle pas français," I answered automatically, as I turned to look who had spoken. I saw a thin woman of...

The grease from the car and the rude, unflattering, fluorescent lights of the garage completely painted Hazel in a very unflattering light, in her dingy gray tank, with a plaid thong peeking out of the tops of low-cut jeans that were all tattered at her bare feet that stood on the concrete ground of the garage as she stood clinking along under the hood of the car. Her long braids were loosely tied back with a yellow banda...

Chapter Seven. 'The Adventure of the Naked Sussex Vampire' It was indeed a rare day when Scarlett Holmes was proven wrong. With a purely analytical brain, it was totally unexpected. This story tells of that rare occasion when she was wide of the mark. x The day had started when Scarlett returned on a wet afternoon to the flat belonging to Doctor Emma Watson in Canary Wharf. She heard what seemed to be heavy moaning and lo...

It's hard to believe I'm letting Emma talk me into meeting her for drinks tonight. I've been intentionally distancing myself from her because I don’t want her to know I have cancer. I can't bear to see the look of pity in her eyes. Maybe it's selfish, but I want her to remember the healthy and vibrant me, not some sick and dying woman, just a shadow of my former self. Thankfully, I feel good today. Although I'm starting t...

We went down a few steps to the heavy door of an unassuming building, one of many in the semi-abandoned harbour. I was not paying much attention to the sketchy but boring surroundings, preferring to check Eric's ass – it looked good in these jeans. "Here we are. Do you remember the safe word, just in case?" he asked me. I snorted derisively before seeing assuring him I did. If that helped him maintain his silly little fan...

Leon and Tarrik lived as vampires for 500 years but had never seen someone affected by Harlin's poison like Alara. Her body was turning pale and her breathing was turning shallow. Alara was their servant and had been with them for so long, and they grew to care for her. "Alara will die if we don't extract the poison from her blood. She is on the verge of death, we have to do something," Tarrik said, wearily. Leon looked a...

“Till death do we part” describes an end; no mortal man will suffice when she craves eternity. And so the wanton beauty dares enter the shadows and gazes into red stained eyes. Prey has never sought him out, so he’s hesitant until she parts her provocative lips in invitation. He lifts her with ease and pierces her heat with his own of equal match. Setting both ablaze, he plumbs her depths. Only after she comes does he pun...

The Tale Of The Sussex Vampire. London, 1894. Vampira had always had relationships. Friends, family, and lovers. In fact, the statuesque beauty had quite a healthy sexual appetite. For men and women alike. The raven-haired alien female had feelings, desires, and a taste for blood. She was an inhabitant of the planet Drakulon, a world with twin suns and where the Vampiri race drank the blood that flowed in the rivers. By a...