Coeur Battant

     He watched the young thing dance between the rows of clothing, stopping to touch, to caress, to experience the particular garments that caught her eye. This skirt, that sweater, those stockings... each item stroked with the interest of a lover marking her prey. She gathered delights unto her, and pranced lightly towards the fitting room. For perhaps longer than she should have, she tried each piece on, alone, then in various combinations. Every metamorphosis being revealed before the mirrors placed about the secreted chambers. She emerged with her selections, made the purchase, and headed loftily out into the busy mall, her new shopping bag dangling from her crooked arm. He watched as she moved deftly through the crowd, and could tell instantly that she was a girl who lived in, or had spent a large amount of time in, a large city. She carried herself confidently, stoically, and did not yield herself to the oncoming swarm. She was magnificent, her curves as pleasing as a morning blossom to the eye, her scent fragrant and enticing. She held her head high, her eyes bright, and she smiled as she slithered through the outcropping of  browsing shoppers at the various kiosks.  He followed from above, his vision fixed on her form. He could sense her ease, he could taste her calm. She was interesting. She had energy to harness, and he meant to.

Angus closed the gap slightly. He was the barely-seen form working the narrow gaps, nudging elbows with such a light touch. He sought her scent, her lithe strides, and he again felt her ease. She was exciting, and she knew it. He could almost touch her heat from so far away, it was boiling up out of her and she knew it. This made Angus so very curious. Why was this mortal thing so confident in herself? What made this woman bleed  surety? He grinned, he licked his lips, and he hoped she would tell him. If not, he intended to find out for himself.

Lynn felt the weight, the warmth of the gaze. It excited her. It made her quiver. That gaze ran its finger up her spine, over her shoulders, and back down to her hips. She had always been sensitive to being watched. It had been proven years ago that blood pressure and temperature changed  when someone watched you. She knew it her whole life.  So here, again, in this mall, she felt the excitement of being stared at hard. And her body responded well. She moved her hips a little more expressively, and she straightened up a bit, stretching her limited height as far as she could. She'd always wore the tallest shoes she could, she learned young to be stable and calm in them, and at this point in her life, she could play basketball in anything up to about 6" platforms. The height of the heels accentuated her calves, and any man knows what it does for the rest of a girl's figure. So she wore them, and she didn't mind being taller than some of the men she hit on. It made her feel extremely powerful sometimes, towering over her date, watching him nervously try to stand up tall and straight. That alone made most men she dated more handsome. There was, to her, nothing worse than a man slouching.

Angus closed the gap further. She knew he was there, he could feel that. She knew and she wasn't nervous.  Good. She slowed her pace, intentionally as far as he could tell. Better.  And she smiled when he got close, his gaze fixed upon his prey. Best.  He felt her heartbeat quicken with her step as she sensed his proximity. He was close, practically within arm's reach. She knew it. She never looked back or sideways, but she knew.  Angus let his smile take over his face, at last, and it spread like an infection to others around him. Even unnoticed, the Vampire affected its surroundings.  He was smiling when she turned and gave a single flick of her eyes over her shoulder as she did. Suddenly she was alone in a long corridor. And in far less than a heartbeat, Angus was right behind her, stepping silently, slowing his pace to see what her intention was.

She could feel his breath. Her own met its pace, and she was very turned on. "I hope to hell he's not hideous" she thought to herself, just as she decided to risk being alone. She saw the restroom sign, caught the family restroom sign below, and turned into the dimmed corridor. As she did, she allowed herself one very quick turn of her head and let her eyes follow around. She saw ... someone... it was like a blur, a fleeting glimpse of a man. A shadow. She wondered if this was some kind of set-up, thought of all the odd reality-television shows on of late, and let it slide off. If this were a set-up, she'd let it happen. And she would let it happen with a spectacular twist. She made her way towards the door marked 'Family Friendly' and swung the door open. She spun as she went inside, and let it close behind her. But she did not lock it. She stood near it, listening. She noticed her face in the mirror, and she let out an involuntary laugh. She was damp with sweat, her cheeks and ears rosy, her eyes bright. She WAS turned on. And it showed. Footsteps outside, very quiet, very light. Could this be him? She hoped so... She turned the knob under her hand and...

Angus slipped up the corridor, saw her turn into the room, and slowed his pace again. He let her get inside, then allowed his footsteps to become heavier, making just enough noise to be heard. He approached the door, could hear her breathing and a laugh behind it. Suddenly, it flew open, her delicate hand reaching out to grasp him... He smiled that smile...Her hand opened, clawed at his arm towards his wrist as to pull him in. She caught...

"Only air? What the fuck? Where did he go?" Lynn closed her hand hard on nothing, She could feel his presence, could smell something decadent, and felt the heat rise farther in her, but caught nothing at all.  Her puzzled face told the tale of her heart, of her lust. She turned to close the door and actually use the room, her eyes caught for a spit second in the mirror. . . a shadow... As she turned, Angus was there, on her. He could smell her musk, he could taste every desire she had. It was powerful and lust-filled. She was a dynamo of sexual energy, and her surprise heightened his own desire. He kissed her hard, deep, and with unearthly passion. she responded, her own desires fully bloomed inside her. hungry lips hard on his mouth, tasting his subtle flavors, drawing from him a rapaciousness that no mortal could contain. She eased off, teasingly, and smiled herself. "Took you long enough" She slipped through her full lips. "What's your name?"
"Angus MacRae"
"I see, Angus MacRae. And why are you following me?" She kissed him between each word, lightly, her arms around his neck, her mouth moving to his.
"You're interesting, lass. I'd like to see why y'are so strong-willed. For a mortal, you've got something special" Angus whispered. Each sentence whispered into her ear, slowly, with that Scottish brogue. He mouthed her ears, lips on them, then off again, he traced her lobes, heavy with earrings, and he took them in his mouth, tenderly. A nip here, a long, sensual kiss there... it was intoxicating, and it was dripping with heat.
"I'm confident. Isn't that allowed?"
"A'course. But you knew I was there, and tha'ats something"

They kissed. Their hands roamed, and they kissed. It was sybaritism without limit, and it went on... She rolled her hips into his as she backed him against the sink. She felt the gift he held for her, hidden, and she wanted it. She wanted him inside of her, but he would not yield. Angus caressed her, hands under her shirt, inside her pants, he coveted her flesh, her lewdness, and he was loving the grand scale of the tease. 

She dropped to her knees, and kissed his tight belly through his shirt, feeling her own raging furnace of depravity go into overload. She HAD to have this man. Her hungry mouth began to taste the fabric of his pants, to seek out that object of her want. She fell down the dark hole, fueled with a licentious craving for this man, no, this beautiful creature to be inside of her, to fill her, to take her... She wanted to be rent useless and spent by this wonder of passionate debauchery... but he would not yield. he took her bodily, and he stood her up. She writhed and ached, she could not stop touching his skin.  Her pants were visibly soaked, the fragrant, sticky nectar in full view. Her fingers sought out the flesh, and she began to pleasure herself as Angus grinned and watched intently. Her face grew dark and furious. Her hands pressed hard into the seam of her pants, just below the zipper... She trembled and held onto his arm, her face dangerously close to his... and he leaned in as she climaxed, feeling her nerves working in and out of her brain... her heart beating harder and harder... He kissed her wanting mouth slowly as she trembled again. He tasted her, he smelled her, and he wanted her.

Instead, he kissed her lightly, and sucked the sex from her fingers. He held her, close, and let her heartbeat slow. He stared into her beautiful eyes, and Angus fell in love.  He placed his forehead against hers and let her see the universe for a split second. She widened her eyes, and asked without words...

Angus whispered two words into her hot, sensitive ear before he left that room.

"Vampire" 

He kissed her again, lovingly, and leaned close to her neck, his breath hot and thick...his hands on her face, drinking in her beauty...then ...

"Mine"

fin

The Light On Broadway

     Snow fell in a hush as the brightly-colored lights danced off the dropping flakes. The streets were greasy black, frozen in the pre-dawn cold., and barren except for the scant few stragglers still out and about from the previous night's merry-making. The city was alive in its silence, and a lone figure moved gracefully from one streetlight to the next with an elegance unnoticed by anyone else. He was tall, broad across the shoulders, but with a classic form. He was ancient, and at peace with the night.  He was Angus MacRae and he was a vampire.  He had walked these streets for a very, very long time, and tonight he moved with a purpose.  He had a gift to deliver.

He stood at the door. It was plain and unremarkable for such a beautiful building. Angus loved 71 Broadway. It was built in 1897 and had remained largely unchanged since. Here now at his destination on the 12th floor, he slowed his breathing and smiled slightly, crookedly. He had done this so many times before, and each time he filled with joy. A simple pleasure for a kindness unseen.  Angus closed his eyes and stepped through the locked door.

The apartment was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of the few colored lights adorning the thin tree standing precariously in the corner. He sniffed deeply, taking the scent of pine into his famished lungs, and smiled again.  Christmas was truly one of his favorite times of year.  One of the saddest, as well, but still, he held onto the memories of the previous gifts he had delivered so many times before on the Eve of the day celebrated by so many in the city.  He shifted, and turned to see her standing there, as they so often do. A tiny child, waifish and sleepy-eyed. The smile warmed on Angus' face, and his eyes beamed.  The child's bald head still had the marks from where the pillow had wrinkled and bunched against the tender skin. Her eyes widened slightly as she began to grasp at the possibilities of the situation. "Dear child..." Angus began, filling the girl with his Command Voice, heard only by her, and calming her entirely. "Come closer, my sweet..."

"Are you, no... of course not... he's not real..."
"Am I Santa Clause? No, dear. I'm not. I'm real, and I have a gift for you"
"What do you have for me? Mom said there would not be presents this year, that the treatment was too expensive..." the little girl absentmindedly touched her head, stroking a scar there...
"Oh, your mother was not entirely wrong, there won't be presents for her. But you, my love, YOU have one coming to you.  Would you like to have it?  I promise it will make your mother happy as well, even if she doesn't yet understand..." Angus allowed his mind to wander back to the first time he saw this little thing, and remembered her struggling to carry her tiny backpack into the hospital. He had seen her around the streets, her illness taking its toll, and her mother struggling more and more to make ends meet as the disease progressed as resisted treatment after treatment.  He listened in when the doctors told her mother that the prognosis was not positive, and treatment could realistically be suspended at any time in order to improve her quality of life.  Her mother had wept, hard. Night after night Angus heard the tears streaming down her face, over her tender skin.  He chose this young girl this year, simply because he wanted to.  She deserved this gift, and her mother would be able to finally begin healing her broken, work-weary heart.

"Yes, please.  But who are you?" the girl asked, her eyes clearing of the Voice that Angus placed there.

"My name is Angus MacRae. I am a Vampire. I am here because your mother asked for help, pleaded for it, and when I asked her if I was welcome in her home someday, she said I was as long as I could help her.  So here I am. I am going to give you something very special.  You will not understand it for a long time, but I am going to ask you one time my dear, and only one time.  Would you like to never have to go to the hospital again?"

The girl started, and looked puzzled. She had many questions, but the most important one came out first, "You are really a vampire?"

"I am."

"And you want to help me?  Don't vampires want to eat people?"

"I do not need to explain further than this is my choice" Angus replied, firmly, but not in anger. He'd heard this before, and anticipated the next question. "And no, I am not going to make you a vampire like me. I will change you, for certain, but you will not need to feed upon the blood of innocents or any such nonsense."

"Are you English?"

The question actually caught Angus off guard.  He grinned again, laughed a bit, and said "No, my dear. I'm Scottish"

"So what will you do to me?  Kill me?  Kill us all?"

"No. And again, do you want this gift?"

The girl shifted her weight from foot to foot.  She looked down and said "Of course I do..."

Angus was on her in a flash. He drew her soul to the surface, staring into her eyes. He felt her drift away, falling helplessly into the black behind her eyelids. He opened his mouth, and sunk his fangs into her neck, the skin so soft and delicate that he had to be very careful of the wound lest he tear her open completely. He drank deeply, feeling her approach death, feeling her heart struggle to beat against his will.  He allowed the gift to begin, felt the power in himself, felt the light in the girl's soul. He waited for the moment and then released the power from his grasp, felt her shudder and die. And he smiled again.  Woefully, he remembered his first love, dying and helpless at the time.  He felt the warmth of a thousand fires fill his own spirit, felt the joy of giving swell inside him.  He carried her limp body back to her bed, and covered her to the neck.  He placed a small bell near her head, and left, silently, as he had come.

This year, this child would be spared from death.  Her mother would wake to find a whole being, rather than a sick and dying one.  This year, a mother would find faith in her prayers, and would never again weep tears for the death of her child.  And years later, that beautiful child would grow and remember one very special Christmas.  She would never tell anyone of the vampire, and would always carry a love for that dark creature until she parted this lifetime.

And when she did, Angus was there again. Holding her hand.  Allowing her to remember each and every Christmas from their first meeting to their last. He would celebrate her lifetime, one he made possible with that wondrous gift so many years ago. He would embrace her, an ease her passing with a kiss and a single word...


"Mine"



And the vampire would weep again.




(Originally Published 12-19-2011)

Le Ciel Regarde

The Creature lay under the stars, the snow burrowing its cold deep into the long-dead flesh.  Stiffly, Angus turned his head, looking first West, then East. The horizon was just taking on the first hints of morning, but he was not afraid. He returned his gaze to the sky directly above, ancient light upon an ancient creature. And Angus MacRae wept. It was long since he had, longer than he cared to remember. It was cold then, too. Her body placed in the ground and the sky was there, watching along with him. The sky was there the night that Angus buried his first love.

When the dawn began to creep farther into the darkness, and the stars began to fade, Angus rose, took one last breath of night air, and seemingly melted into vapor. He moved quickly, faster than any human could imagine, and made his way back to the darkness beneath the ground. He found the tomb where he was laid to rest so very long ago, and slept fitfully through the day, his dreams haunted by the memories of so many loves, so many lovers. Angela was the one who remained in his mind when his eyes opened, and he waited patiently for the sun to finally fall behind the horizon before once again returning to the world of flesh. He was hungry again. And he had a one-track mind tonight...

Angela.

She had been soft, yielding to his touch. She smelled of jasmine and  lotus flowers, and wore her dark hair as so many others he chased had - long and flowing against their neck, soft over her shoulder. It was hair that could be used, savored, held fast. Her eyes were strikingly hazel, and her skin pale and nearly translucent, her veins visible in strong light.  Angela. She had fallen across Angus while he flirted with a waiter, enticing the young man into the alley behind the nightclub. He was leaning in close, ready to give his victim something to really shout about when Angela stumbled into the alley and laughed, her face bright with the sweat of a dancer, and her smile telling of someone more learned than her innocence let on.  She skirted the pair of men, one obviously in control of the situation, and sized them both up. Angus decided she was no threat, that she might even be something interesting for dessert, and leaned in to the victim excitedly. Again, she laughed.  It was then he caught on to her boldness, her hunger. He commanded the young man to stay, turned to the elegant woman before him, and asked her plainly in his brogue "What the fuck do you want?"

"Me? Just here for the show," she replied, her expression unchanged.
"An' just what is it yeh think you'll see here?"
"Looks to me like a couple of guys getting it on. Did I get that wrong?" she leaned back to the wall as she answered, her attitude swelling in her voice.
"Aye, lass.  Tha'at yeh did," and Angus was on her, hard and fast. She didn't see him move, didn't see him wrap himself around her, pinning her to the wall.  He was everywhere and yet invisible to her. She went out without a fight, and when she opened her eyes sluggishly, she was bound.

There is an elegance in bondage. There is grace and beauty. Her supple form strapped to the years-worn timber with dozens of fine silk scarves. From head to toe, her body restrained and supported by silk and a cavernous space beyond the circle of candle light echoed her every movement. She knew instinctively she was alone. And she was helpless. The angle of the timber rising from the stones beneath was awkward, jilting off at an angle in two directions and causing her to be slightly on her right side, feet down, leaning forward. Had she gotten free from her bindings, she would very well have fallen over onto her face. She could not touch the floor, though she tried so very hard to wriggle out of the restraining silk.  The candles wavered in an invisible current, as a cold breath spilled over her from the shoulders down.  "Tired of fightin' already?" Angus chided. She could smell something rich, like damp earth, mixed with something that was unfamiliar, but exciting. It blossomed in her sinuses and her nipples went erect at the first hint of it.  Her mind launched into a whirlwind of reasoning, she was feeling warmth rising and wanted to press it back, bury it inside of her.  It felt wrong to want him, the thing that captured her, but she did.  She wanted this creature like no other woman wanted another. Angus grinned and stepped around in the light. He reached out, grazing her rigid flesh with the back of his hand so very gracefully. She shuddered involuntarily and licked her lips. Raging desire swelled up beneath the red scarf holding her hips firmly to the timber. It clawed its way to the surface, and Angela's breathing changed.

She was not usually the type to be tied up. She never liked the feeling of giving up control of her body and would argue that point back to the dozens of partners who tried to convince her that it would be hot.   It never was. But this, being taken, it was different. She should have been terrified, should have been screaming, but she was simply excited. There was an air about this thing in her presence. Calming, enticing... Sensual. Yes. There was something inside her sinuous and reptilian trying to get out. Lust... hunger... craving.  It welled up inside her and ran down her thighs. It snapped at her insides and made her beg for release - both from the scarves and from her desire. The creature came close to her, looked longingly into her eyes and kissed her. She felt forever in his lips, felt an eternity in his probing tongue. She strained into him as he pulled back, his breath sweet and thick in her mouth. She wanted him more than she ever dreamed she could. She was here, helpless, wanting a stranger who claimed her from the land of the living. She was willing to join him in the darkness forever. Angus felt this, saw it, and denied her.

Instead, he took her. He stripped away the binding scarves from where he needed to gain access to her flesh, warm and waiting. He took her as no mortal, but as a Creature of Darkness. She was driven to the brink of madness, aching for the thrusts against her wet, weakening flesh. Her desire fanned the fires within, she struggled hard against the silk, but it would not relent in its grasp of her body. She had contact with her hellish lover only where HE chose to make contact, and that maddened her further. She wanted control back, she wanted to command HIS flesh.  But he never gave it to her. He kept that control for himself, savoring it. Finding the succulent cream in every corner of her being and tasting it. He lay against her, his body hard and damp, and she screamed and moaned and begged to be let out of these god-awful scarves. He brought her to the brink of release again and again, only to back away suddenly, leaving her empty and wanting even more. Over and over he delivered to her a gift of velvet, so luxurious and thick, and over and over he took it from her. Time after time she thought she would finally gain the physical and emotional release she wanted, no NEEDED, and the build-up continued. Until he simply stepped away and left her teetering on the precipice. The shuddering in her body took what felt like an eternity to settle.  But he did not return for quite a while. She was lost in thought, in desire, in exhaustion. She slept for a time, but could not tell how long. When she awoke, he was there, a single candle burning between them. His grin told her that he meant business, and his touch confirmed that inference.

Angus came to her, and with the most delicate of glances, stroked her wanton flesh with knowledge and purpose. He entered her again, leaving her bound and numb against the timber, and thrust with such care, and such longing that her flesh responded in just a few strokes. Her skin puckered and bristled, her body unable to respond as she wanted, but her sex wet and hungry - so ready to move forward regardless of her mind's need for control. She lost herself in the creature. She looked into his eyes and found what she needed there, rather than in his flesh. It exploded inside her first, then it found its way out - wave after wave of passion and desire. The creature smiled knowingly, and continued. She soaked him, her sexual essence raining down from her in every way imaginable - It seeped from her very pores. She writhed with every wave, every stroke, every tremble. She felt him build, then release, again driving her over the edge. She discovered that she could relax her body entirely after this, letting the silk take her weight and releasing her from the constant strain.  It was welcome, and comforting to be able to let go. It was new.

Angus smiled at her. He led her soul off to slumber as though dead, and when she awoke, she was standing in the back alley, with a red silk scarf around her neck.  She would come to stand here, in this spot, many times, and she collected quite a number of scarves in her lifetime. She would eventually see the creature for the last time, just before she closed her eyes on this world. He had come to her window and watched until she nodded him in. He spent her last night by her side, holding her hand, allowing her to remember her life as it was - wonderful and rich. He showed her memories of her nieces and nephews, showed her the wonders of the years she spent on this planet. He leaned in close to her and let her smile at him. He kissed her cheek, and whispered one last word to her as she released her final breath.

"Mine"

Angus MacRae stood in the shadows of a tomb when they lowered her into the ground, and stood over her grave that very night.  He looked up at the sky and let a tear roll down his cheek.

And the sky stared back, unblinking.




(Originally Published 11-20-2011)

La Chasse

Loren stood on the balcony, her face turned up towards the moonlight.  "It's so beautiful, Angus.  Why don't we ever do this anymore?"
"Do what, my love?"
"Just look up into the night sky?  Why don't we see the beauty there?  It's always so dark and heavy in my heart, but when I look up, it's so beautiful..." She trailed off, dreamily.
"Loren, I look up all the time.  I see th'at moon, an' those stars, an' I know how beautiful it is.  I've been looking up a long time. An' I still see..."It was Angus' turn to trail off.  Loren turned her gaze to him, and saw that wistful look.  She knew.  If he had a beating heart, she knew it would just have skipped several, and he would have put a hand to his chest to stave off the pain.
"Angus... I'm... I'm so sorry."
"'Tis alright..."He looked into her face and smiled his smile.  She melted a little, and leaned up to kiss him.
"I love you, Demon..."  Her mouth was full of him, of his flavors... He tasted of sweetness and of fresh kill.  He smelled like pressed flowers wrapped in ancient tomes.  He filled her head with lust and passion just by kissing her.  She always loved his kisses.  She pulled away to see his eyes open, staring.  Had she blood in her still veins, she would have blushed.  He was intense. "Angus?"
"Aye."
"What are you..."
"You, my servant.  You." Loren immediately knew her role.  She would serve her Master as he commanded.  She would stop thinking and take orders as only a good servant could.  She was ready immediately.
"Yes, my Master"

Angus smiled his smile and took her away.


The room was warm, cozy.  The massive bed covered in drapery and heavily scented, the air in the room was thick with passion.  There were candles, dozens of them, surrounding the bed, along the walls, on the floor, and even floating in the bath. Loren moved when beckoned, and stood before her Master.  "I am ready to serve you, Glorious Master, Keeper of Dreams." Angus felt the rush of emotion, of power.  He glided closer to his fine servant.
"Tell me." He stated flatly.
"You are my Glorious Master.  Your kindness keeps my flesh ready, my soul willing."
"Yes.  Yeh are." Angus ran a finger along her cheek, down around her jawline, and back around to her ear.  "So pretty..." Loren bowed her head and closed her eyes.
"Thank you, My Master.  You are so kind."
"I am, too kind I think. You need to earn that kindness. Do you think you can earn  that kindness, servant?"
"No, Master.  I cannot.  I am nothing unless you allow me, Master."
"Of course not, servant.  But serve me well and we shall see."

They began...

"Sweet kisses on your neck..."

"Please Master..."

"Kisses and licking."

"Ooooh. Thank you Master."

Angus moved over her body, mouthing deliberately down her chest, stopping at her nipples...

"YES MASTER! PLEASE!"

"Maybe aye shouldn't stop...just keep going...elsewhere..."

"As you wish, Master."

"Maybe you should ask me again?"

"My kind and powerful Master," she dipped her eyes low, licking her lips.  She was quite good at the game..."Please use me as you wish? I am your plaything, your toy. "

"Very well." Angus moved close again, kissing and licking and sucking her nipples, first one, then the other, back and forth...

"Aaaaaaah... So kind, my Master."

"Indeed...my servant pleases me." He took her erect nipple between his teeth...

"Unnnh! YES Master! So kind..." She swooned, her body tense. "SO skilled, Master. SO talented in the ways of the Flesh..."

"Yeh speak well, servant.  As a reward, yeh may serve my shaft." Angus withdrew slightly, opened his pants and released himself from his clothing.  He stood erect and ready.

"My Glorious Master!" She flitted, and began by taking it inside her lips..."You are so mighty! So powerful! My Master is the ruler of my pleasure. I will give you the pleasure you desire." She was running her tongue along him, from base to tip..."Does this please you, my Master?"

“Yes servant.”

She opened her mouth and took him inside...He moaned ever so slightly.

"Servant?"

"Yes, my Master...I love tasting you." She worked slowly, carefully.

"Yes, servant. Take me in. ALL. THE. WAY. If only the servant could." He sounded slightly disappointed.  He left his gaze upon her face, however, and she saw that clearly.

"Your servant WILL.  Her abilities are astounding." Loren's mouth worked hungrily, achingly over his shaft... she felt him swell inside, growing harder, but diligently slid down the shaft until he was entirely in her mouth, her throat.  Waves of pride overtook her, and she beamed for her Master.

"Of course. She is MY servant, an aye want to make mah servant scream out in ecstasy"

"Your wish shall be granted, Oh Master!"

"Yeh are such a wonderful servant, but your Master wishes to pleasure his servant and it shall be so."

"How shall he begin?"  Loren stood and averted her gaze, but listened for the commands.

"By bathing her." Angus moved Loren to the bath, drawn and quite hot. He stripped her of her clothing and slid her down into the steaming water.  He washed her, tenderly, lovingly, and with a flair of the dramatic that one sees in good theater. When her was done tending her body, he pulled her head back and began to wash her hair with a level of attention only a creature could provide.  Each minutiae was carefully addressed, each motion calculated. He lathered and doted over each strand. "Beautiful, mah servant...that is lovely..." said with what sounded like love in his voice.

Loren could feel it inside her.  Yes.  She loved him.  She could touch the place inside her that was warmed when this demon came near in this manner.  He was so caring, so loving...  it was powerful.  "Thank you Master.  Are you pleased?"

"The Master is becoming more pleased with your ways, servant". Angus lifted the towel from its perch, raised it, and wrapped Loren's beautiful form in it, carefully ensuring each drop was removed from her smooth skin. "So pleasing to Your Master, so luxuriant..." And he lifted her graceful form up and deftly carried her, light as an angel’s breath, to the bed. He placed her down and gazed breathlessly at her beauty.

"Will my Master join me here?" Loren asked with doe-like eyes.

Angus slid next to her, scowling. He never needed to ask his servant for permission to enter his bed.  But her beauty softened him enough to let it pass.  He began to stroke her all over, enjoying the sensations he received through his hands, his eyes, his ears. Her flesh warmed with the very breath of her Master. He showered attention upon every part of his servant, leaving her flesh to sing his name.

"Ohhhhh...Your servant is a-quiver, most blessed Master!"

"Then yeh shall roll over, servant..."

"Yes, Master mine, Please..." And she rolled over onto her stomach, her form just as graceful and unearthly beautiful from this side. Angus began to mouth her back, her shoulders, he lingered over each vertebrae and dragged his stubble over her warm skin. He moved over her body for hours, building her passion, her desire... He made sure that her rear was well serviced, chewed raw and red... She was begging for more, kindly, so he slapped her shapely ass, over and over... He made her scream for penetration but not give it...yet.

"Ohhhhhh...YES, MASTER!!!  NOW!!! PLEASE!!!!" She was writhing in the bed, uncontrollably she spasmed to his touch.

"Yes, servant. I will grant that wish." He grinned.  The long night was moving along at a pleasant pace. He lifted her hips, baring her wet, ready, beautifully wanting sex. He spread her open, careful to touch those very sensitive places. Then...
Ever...

So...

Slowly...

He lifted Loren to her knees and slid a mirror between her legs. "You will watch yourself be pleasured, servant."

"Yessssss..." She was shuddering in his touch.

And then he moved behind her, and pressed his swollen head against that most holy of flowers...

"Ohhhhh Myyyyyy Goooooddessssssssss....!" She screamed, her swollen lips pawing at his engorged head, the contact like lightning.

"Does that pressure please the servant? Does she think that her flower should be stretched further? Is she watching in her mirror?"

"PLEASE! Further, Master mine, yes...She is watching--SO BEAUTIFUL!!  Oooohhhh...My ingenious Master!!" The words dripped from her mouth as though she had rehearsed them.

Angus was very pleased that she was being such a good and devoted servant. He pressed on, ever so slowly, the tight ring of buttered flesh constricting his shaft, the blood pulsing within making his servant's flower throb in time with her heartbeat. Slowly in deeper...Savoring the tortuously long time between movements...The walls in her alive with quivering and pulsating between each delicious tease...

"Yessss!!" Loren moaned.

But there was no thrusting yet, Angus was savoring the first penetration while his servant was savoring those beautiful movements inside her. He continued inwards until he was buried within her soaking luxury, and only then did the thrusting begin ...  vigorously!  Loren tried to hold him within, clasping him to herself, but to no avail.  He was thrusting into her, over and over...filling her then retreating again, leaving her empty.


"Would you like me to fuck you, servant? Or would you rather we made love to each other?" Angus slipped from his lips, almost silently.

"I want to make love with my dear Master..."

"Then we'll sway in time with each other, our bodies joining, becoming one, only to release again and be empty and lonely. The love and the passion mingling with the delicious wet smacking of our flesh...the moans of pleasure the soundtrack to our heartbeats. Your eyes drawn to the mirror and the wonder revealed there... The sensation of being filled accompanied by the images ... The sounds and the magic together in your body, your head, and finally your eyes...you can see the shaft slipping inside you...being taken in...and the whole while I call your name in time with my movements... Does this interest my beautiful, sensual servant?" He spoke with deliberate cadence, pausing as needed for stroking and releasing.  She became enthralled in the voice, HIS voice...

"Oh my beautiful Master, your servant longs to be one with you...thou who treat her with such love and care...to see, to hear, to feel, all at once!  It is what I long for, to serve, to fulfill my Master's wishes. Completely..." She spoke as he thrust... her exhalations punctuating the pleasure in her voice.

"So much joy in our coupling!! We shall couple again and again.  We shall wallow in our decadent revelry and we shall make merry our souls with passionate calls. Our flesh wet and slick, our minds sharp and razor-taut.  The desire for release building in your filled flower.  Throbbing, Thrusting, Aching for more more MORE!" Angus was becoming caught up in the moment, his words building in intensity while he continued to pleasure Loren's flesh...She cried out...

"I crave your touch!   I crave your breath on my body, the wetness of your kiss, your body against mine...I am excited, wanting you so!   I want you all the way inside my very essence, cradled within my soul, penetrating my flower, my petals clinging to your tree..."

"Giving yourself in this way pleases me... An' there is so much work to yet be done before I allow you to release.  You may enjoy tha'at tree, reaching deep into your fertile passion, longing to plant a seed of desire that will grow itself inside your womb.  Your flesh shall become lost in the need of my wish-granting. You MUST look into that mirror.  I command it.  Look.  SEE that succulent flower, Holiest of Holies, filled and receiving the gift I brought for you.  Watch those soft, caressing petals stroke the very nectar from your gift.  FEEL those long, slow strokes as the motion fills your eyes... watch VERY closely... see the ring of dew form around the hungry mouth... feel as the trunk is lubricated and pierces your veil so easily.  Take me inside you, take me in that luxury ... give me what I desire.  Give me all of your lust, Servant."  He felt hot, more powerful than usual around her.  He was the creature ruling the night inside this female.

"Master, your servant is ready to please you.  I shall hold off my release as you wish."

Angus paused, pulled out, and stood beside her.  He was still caught up in the moment, and was riding the passion for all it was worth it. He spoke. "Fine. Here. Lie down.. careful of the mirror, we wouldn’t want it broken. Lie on your back and show me your desire.  Show me your lust.  Prove to me that you deserve release.  Give me a reason to want to help you.  While you do, I will allow you the honor of taking me into your mouth.  Remember,  I am covered in YOUR wetness, so you will first have to open your mouth and use your tongue to fully bathe my shaft... top to bottom.  Taste your own juices and strip it off mah flesh.  If you are thorough, I MAY kiss you and taste with you.  No, Not like that.  Put your hands back down.  ONLY your mouth... your tongue.  YES... that may be acceptable.... TO ANOTHER.  You must do better, Servant.  Open wider.  Move that tongue.  Please your Master.  Swirl around the shaft, Must I tell you how?" Angus was truly the Master here.  His Command Voice fully employed, compelling her to do his bidding..."Slowly.  Open your mouth and show me your tongue. There... wider. Now take me in... WIDER.  ALL of me.  No... you will NOT gag, Servant.  Take me in.  There.  You are pleasing me.  You Knew you could take it, didn’t you?  Why did I have to ask twice?" He watched his thick shaft disappear into her waiting, hungry mouth as she pleasured herself, stroking herself furiously, and searching for that release she wanted, no, NEEDED now.  Angus again paused and interrupted her just as her climax was imminent... "Roll over."

She complied
He struck her backside HARD, thrice.
<S M A C K! >
<S M A C K!>
<S M A C K!>

"Now... return to your back." She complied with his orders, a spectacular example of servant. "Go on.  Lick your Master’s Shaft... show him how much you adore him and appreciate his flesh...Don’t stop." She didn't.  She thrust him into her waiting mouth and showed him the depths of her desire. "Excellent..." He smiled.

"I live to please my Master.  He is my one true Master, my Lord.  I will open wider.  I will forsake the use of my hands in order to please him.  Will that make him happy?   Will that delight him??" She spoke breathlessly between throatings, the head slipping from her mouth for a brief moment before being returned, wet and slick.

"It may.  You will need to be diligent in your lapping.  You will need to continue to work yourself... now empty... until you are deserving of being filled again.  Yes... that mouth can be quite delicious...  you are serving well.  I shall kiss you... I shall taste the sweet frosting of your many-layered cake.  I will allow your fragrance to linger in my mouth... sampling each in it’s own time. Does this make the servant eager to please?  Does this make her loins blaze with need for fulfilment?  Does she NEED to be throttled inside ... deep and burning?  Does she WANT to please her Master with a special gift?" And then a long, delicious pause, "Well?
Does she?"

Loren was ablaze. "She not only wants to please her master, she NEEDS to, with a red hot urgency...She turns herself inside out in order to be what he wants, what HE needs.  She feels the lava of desire to make HIM melt...Please, Master, may I lap you?   May I grovel before you, as you wish?"

"You may Not.  Not yet. First, Let me roll you over, tie your hands together.  Let me take you on a different path for a while, Fair Servant. My hands hard on your ass.  My hands SMART against your bared flesh.  I can feel your desire.  I can taste it in the very air.  Your want is HOT as I am HARD.  Let my hands wander over your bound form.  This interests you, doesn’t it?" He grew more desirous, "I shall bend over you, I shall take your skin and muscle into my mouth and I shall leave bites all over you.  I shall let you feel my stubble, rough and scraping against your delicate flesh.  I will grant you that pleasure. And I will let my fingers find that hotbed of lust that lies between your legs.  Hidden now by the sweet shape of your ass.  Red with my handprints, and ready for more.  You want this?" Angus reached down, fingering between her cheeks, penetrating her wetness. "Is that good, servant?" He asked, while his fingers were DEEP inside her. "Does THIS make you excited to please your Master?"

She moaned.

Angus straddled her ass, and began to press his shaft inside her... burying it deep inside. "Feel it?  Feel that spreading your tight flower?  Filling you?  The ring of juice collecting around that shaft? THIS pleases your Master, and must please you, servant. Feel me getting closer as you do? Yes? Thrusting in and out... your ass gripping my shaft as much as your sweet holy flower.  The warm, deeply wet prize! " Angus bellowed, "Give it to me, servant! Let me experience your BLISSFUL RELEASE!" More moaning filled the chamber, heavy, wet sounds and breathless sounds...Angus continued to thrust in and out.. rhythmically... deep... filling Loren's insides with shaft and head and the promise of something HOT and WET. "Is this what you want , servant? IS IT?"

Loren screamed and felt herself soak her Master.  The waves of pleasure hammering on her like a blacksmith forging a weapon upon her soul.  She tensed, collapsed, and shuddered uncontrollably, waving up her thighs and down her legs.  She trembled, whimpered, and uttered a quiet "Thank You Master."

Angus smiled, pulled her towards the edge of the bed, and opened her still-quivering legs.  He penetrated her soaking wet sex with powerful thrusts, this time with a different purpose, his OWN release... and it built steadily as he focused on the sensations feeding his desire... building higher until Loren was again at the edge of climax.  Angus let her go again, the spasms causing her to squeeze him tighter until he could no longer hold back.  The chase done, He pulled out and soaked his lover.  Pulse after pulse blazing white hot across her delicately pale skin... she moaned, pawing at the pools of steaming Vampire Essence and lapped them from her hands.   Angus leaned into his servant and kissed her, sharing the feast.

Pulling away, willing the candles out,and listening in the dark for her breath, Angus smiled. "Y'know Loren, Yeh still are..."
"Angus?" Breathlessly she inquired of his statement as they lie together, the ceiling allowing a Vampire's view of the night sky so far above... So very beautiful.



"Mine."


Fin




(Originally Published 4-30-2011)

Le Coeur Noir

Angus stood by the open door, his form framed by the light streaming in. She was there with him, wrapped in the embrace of his shadow, and crying again. "Please, please let me go..." she pleaded while she wept, "I can't stay here any more."

"Just a bit longer, Loren. You'll see. Just a bit longer."

"No, please...I can't stay here. You promised to let me go, Angus. YOU PROMISED!" She screamed bitterly as the tears returned to her face. "Fuck you, monster. I hope they come and chop you into fucking dog food!"

"Of course, Loren. That would be fine." Absently, Angus pivoted away from her and returned to the door. The night was cool, but not uncomfortably so as he stepped out into the evening and breathed the air in. It was a good night for this.

"Angus, please... I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?" She purred. She reached out with her eyes, boring holes into the back of his head with a gaze that would melt the polar caps. She arched her back, leaning as far forward as her restraints allowed, baring her neck and shoulders to the creature. "Angus... let me...."

"No, Loren. Not yet." He drifted off quietly, and watched her strain against her bonds. She was so enticing, with her shoulders bare and her eyes flashing up at him. She bit her lip hard, and the scent of warm blood filled Angus with a desire to give her what she needed...what she wanted. And she wanted. She leered up at him, staring into his eyes. A small trickle of blood ran down from the corner of her mouth and she smiled, the blood smearing on her teeth like some irrational interpretation of long-forgotten lipsticks. But she smiled anyway, and a darkness overtook her beauty. She wanted. She needed. And she would not be denied...

Angus bent to her, tasted the blood on her lip, and kissed her passionately. She writhed against her restraints and pleaded with her desire, but he did not release her. Instead he kissed her from the very edge of her reach, he kept just out of bounds with his body, and only let his lips make direct contact with her. She raged for his touch. She begged and pleaded and didn't let up until he was out of reach of her mouth. She was burning with passion and wanted him so badly, but the leather held her in place and prevented her from pursuing him further. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and her cheeks were flushed with color. and Angus knew this. He could taste it in the tiny smear of her blood she had teased him with. He knew how badly she wanted... and he was happy to let her hold onto that for a while longer as he stood in the doorway and watched the night grow darker.

Then he pivoted back to her, to look into her eyes and see the depths of her soul. She was deep, He always knew she was, and that was what attracted him. Her soul. So he stared into her eyes and listened to her heart.  It was beautiful, and so was she. So he went to her, wanting to feel her, wanting to smell and touch and taste her. So he went willingly. "I think we can let you out of those leathers, now." She smiled a wicked smile and in a deep, sensual voice returned, "Not all of them, please?"

The night passed faster than Angus wanted it to. She was able to pleasure his flesh in ways that few other mortals ever could. She was something special and very good at it. She could match his cadence and respond with changes that make the thrusts more effective for both of them. She had stamina that Angus had not seen in a human before. So for hours and hours, for as long as the moon was shining down upon their sweating bodies, they fucked. This was not making love, nor any other such nicety... it was fucking. Their bodies entwined, their legs kicked and moved against each other's. Flesh on flesh, sweating, lustful, and colored by the heat of passion. She ground her sensitive areas against his, and in the process made the motion urgent and hard. She knew how long to squeeze, and he knew how long to let the pace continue. Together, they were the very definition of wanton. Together, they pleasured each other into submission. Angus controlled his breathing, and Loren controlled her angles. As morning grew near, Angus began the climb towards the end of it. He lifted her, spun her about, and worked her flesh from behind. She screamed out, and he gave her good reason. She felt the leather tighten on her neck, her heart hammer in her head, and her orgasm begin to approach. He drove on. She pressed into him and let herself be taken. Angus pulled from her, and tightened the leather strap further. Her veins bulged, her eyes grew large, and the desire in her swelled. He drove in hard and with finality. She gasped for air, tightened, and went limp under him as they climaxed together. He tensed, and released inside her, as she flooded him with her uncontrolled shaking. Angus released the strap, Loren sucked in life-giving air, and screamed out to him, "FUCK!!! Yes, Monster. Take me!"

Angus was upon her throat before the breath finished coming from her lips. He opened her, tasted that which he needed so much, and gorged upon her. She whimpered at first, but did not fight. He caught his wits before it was too late, tore at his own wrist and forced it into her mouth. She drank. And then she passed. Angus wrapped her in a sheet and buried her in the basement. It would take time for her to recover, but He was an ancient and patient creature. He could wait. He had waited so very long for her to be ready... what was one more night?

end




(Originally Published 1-16-2011)

La Larme Sanglante

Juliet sat on the bed, her palms sweating and her heart beating hard in her chest while the neon of the sign outside the window turned the room into a nightclub. She could hear him showering, washing the stench of the world outside off of his sleek body. She fumbled with the drink in her hand, and let the entire night pass in a single stream through her mind. Still, her heart raced. When he emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in the small white towel, her lips parted and she gasped quietly. Never had she seen a man more worthy of being called a Vampire. His broad chest rippled as he leaned over slightly to kiss the top of her head. His wide, strong hands caressed her long hair and pooled it upon her shoulders as he began to stroke her neck with long fingers.

"I don't know what I am doing here, Angus" she whispered quietly. "I shouldn't... I'm ... I .. but..." She trailed off as he leaned down farther and quieted her mumbling with a kiss so passionate, she simply melted into him. She could feel his lips, almost alive against hers, and his tongue so delicately entered her mouth with the intent of a starving lover seeking shelter. She tensed up, melted, and began to feel that familiar heat begin to bloom inside her. THIS is what being loved by a Vampire meant... instant and total surrender to the carnal needs buried in your eternal soul. So easily it was drawn from her - all with a single kiss.

"You were saying?" Angus straightened up, saw the flush crawl up her cheeks and into her eyes, and grinned slightly, his fangs bared enough to glint in the fading light. "I thought so. My dear, why are you holding that empty glass?" He reached and took it from her. She stared at the glass as it left her grasp, never remembering drinking the last of it. This sort of thing happened often when he kissed her. She would simply go blank. And for Juliet, this was part of the attraction. "Another Kiss, dearest?"

She stood, her own towel falling open and to the floor around her feet. He grinned lightly again, grabbed her bodily. and drew her to him with lust in his eyes. He was on her mouth, his hands in her hair, and her neck, and her face. He was everywhere all at once as only a creature of darkness could be. He covered her mouth with his own and plunged into her. Juliet's breathing hitched hard in her chest, stopped, and she gave into his drive. With rough motions, he had her by the heart. He had taken her into himself and was showing her the wonder in the unseen universe. Sky moved past, and she felt hot and wet inside. His mouth on her throat, sharp fangs dragging over the softest of skin, barely hiding the thunderous cascade of crimson life beneath. Then the familiar torrent of emotions came. Hard in her heart and in her soul. She would never be able to give him the commitment of eternal darkness he wished for. The sky was her domain, and needed to be tended with care daily. She could love him as long as he kept his place, and she kept hers. Still he kept on her. Stroking her flesh front and back, making her writhe and want more and more each moment his hands were there on her body. Ready to give him whatever he asked for, Juliet made a small noise that told him what he needed to hear - she was ready.

He lifted her exposed body from the floor effortlessly. She never noticed. He never broke the kiss. Together they moved as one to the bed, and she was incapable of understanding anything except that she wanted him. She wanted him more than anything under the sun. She wanted him inside her, coaxing from her the release she needed to be free from this earthly bondage. Still he kept on her. Mouthing her body from forehead to the soles of her feet, she raged for him. She begged him noiselessly with returned kisses and stroking hands. Her palms found purchase upon him and she gasped with pleasure while she moved deliberately to make HIM want release. But Angus was an ancient and skilled creature. This mortal could have his love, but not make him beg for release. She could know his flesh, but not the darkness in his eternally damned soul. And she tried so very hard to know his flesh. She began to return the passion to him, began to use her own mouth to seek those places she knew made men wild with desire. She caressed and tugged, scratched and stroked all in the name of want.

And while Angus built, Juliet began to crash down into herself, eyelids fluttering as he drove harder into her need. Then, without prior mention nor slightest hint, he began to move forward into her. She lifted her hips to his advance, and let herself be taken totally by this creature who loved her so very much. The skies inside her opened up, and tears fell from her with no end. Passion built upon desire and total and complete love drove the here and now from her mind. She became lost in this dream and had no desire to ever return to what was in the world she left behind. Slowly he entered her, the silky smoothness of his motions matched only by the restrained fury in his eyes. He stared at her as he let himself in. She stared into herself through closed eyes, and never wanted to open them again. Angus leaned in to her, breathed a huffed word and with that single word she became unrecognizable as herself. She became part of him, part of whatever he wanted. He smiled wickedly, and she never noticed. He said it again, and leaned down as her body rebelled and a lifetime of lustful yearning exploded from her soul. Screams filled the air in her voice, she clawed at his back, his face, his arms, and she threw her head to and fro like an animal, with teeth bared. Angus kept smiling, kept moving rhythmically, and leaned downward to her neck. She became pinned under the craving, ancient creature, but her orgasmic thrashing continued. He leaned close to her pulse, pressed into her, and bared his fangs.

Angus muttered the word one more time as she tensed up, shook with all of her soul, and finally lay still, spent. He closed his mouth upon her throat, and grinned. She flashed eyes wide with content and forever. And passed.

Angus lifted, and said the word one final time with a bloody tear running down his face.

"Mine."




(Originally Published 12-31-2010)

Angus

Angus MacRae's body lie face down in the snow. Blood pooled under him and an eerily festive crimson stain spread to reach far from where he lay. A small dog sat patiently at his feet, and pawed his master's pantleg from time to time. Quietly and without drama, the moon set and darkness finally came. A host of animals emerged from the woods all around, not to feast upon a dead body, but rather to pay respects to one of their own. Angus MacRae was a Vampire. He was a singular creature who understood what a demon was supposed to do, but never forgot what it was to be a man. He never lost his connection with the world he left behind centuries ago, and he never took for granted that he was anything more than a shadow; a beast to be shunned when the sky grew black and children cried out in fear of the night. Angus MacRae spent his time here in this world acting as a custodian of life, and carried a dream of love in his still heart. He knew, deep inside his being that although he could never again gaze at the Sun, it did not mean that he had to forsake it's existence.

Angus was an ancient creature, and grew weary of his gift of immortality. So long ago, he decided that he would will himself to live and die as a man. He took a wife, a woman so fair that the night itself dared not come too close, lest it be turned back in to daylight. Her infinitely deep eyes saw in him what he did not see in himself, and that kindness was repaid into the world around him. He cared for his home, his community, and his town as any man of wealth and power might. He fed only upon those unable to cross into the beyond by themselves, being merciful and kind in his choices. He tended his gardens by nightfall, and was generous with their bounty. But time waits for no creature, and even though he begged her to join him in eternal night, she refused. His love, she had said, would keep her forever young. She was wrong.
As all mortals must, she passed from this world. However, she left while wrapped in the arms of a demon, while his bloody tears streamed from love-sick eyes that would never again see anything quite so beautiful. Her death affected the creature in ways he had not foreseen. Love would forever more be a stranger unwelcome to his heart. At least the kind of love that kept him anchored to his home. She passed. He wandered. Time marched on.

Angus MacRae gave to the world. He gave himself. He stalked in the night men who made his kind seem weak and harmless. He stripped these men of their gift of life, a gift wasted on madness and hate. He took any he could find, and slowly, began to feel as though he was making a difference. He waged his war on evil for decades, and made a small piece of the world a safer and kinder place. Children ran in the night unafraid, and mothers did not worry quite so much when a place was left empty at the dinner table. They knew the child would return. Children always returned. It was fact. Unlike the love of Angus MacRae's lonely existence. She was gone, never to return, and that bound his heart to a life without human companionship. He chose, instead, to keep a dog. A small dog that reminded him of the whimsy that he knew must still be in his heart, no matter how deeply buried. A dog passing would be less hurtful, he thought. Again, he was wrong. The first death brought back all the pain of the loss of his beloved. He wondered if it were possible for a Vampire to die of a broken heart even after all this time had passed. But still, Angus kept dogs. No matter where he went, he kept a small dog by his side. And those that came to know him, could recognize him no matter his visage by the accompanying pet. It made the knowing humans feel less threatened by his presence.   It helped make them trust him, and as they came to know him , love both him and his dog. And Angus MacRae understood that being loved was as important as loving others. A lesson he thought he knew, but yet still had to learn.

He watched as children grew into parents, then grandparents, and so on, until they then marched off into the beyond. He saw the world change ever so slowly. He saw times of war, and peace. and all manner of new developments. He watched as the world became smaller and smaller, relative to the people who lived on it. He watched as the places he tried so desperately to protect succumbed to the ever-expanding modern world.  And he realized that he would not be able to keep it safe forever, even though he would be there for as long. So one evening, Angus MacRae finally did what he felt he could do so very long ago. He willed his own existence to be snuffed out like a spent candle, and fell, face down, into the crisp, fresh snow that covered the grave of his beloved.

(Originally Published 12-17-2010)

Decadence and Delights

Well, it had to happen sooner or later. I have decided to break all of my more adult-themed writings out of my main blog and place them here, in The Pit. All of the 'Angus' pieces will be here, even the ones I don't consider to be too 'adult', although I might leave them on The Dark Eye, as well.

Breaking them out here allows me a little more freedom to explore other sides of the human experience that might not be probed, and I am so very interested in seeing what makes people tick.  I'd like to invite you all to dig into that side of yourself that you keep hidden in the dark corners of your closet, under the sheet in the garage, or in the trunk in the basement. Find those dark fantasies and send them to me. I'd be happy to share them or to have an inspirational nugget to write about, and it can be credited or anonymous as you like.

So, for now, put on that smoking jacket, pick up a cigar or a pipe, get a drink from the bar, and come sit beside me. Poe once said, “There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.”  I disagree.


Tell me your dark stories and I'll tell you mine...

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