REVISIT: [Mature Content] Touch

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A revisit to one of my most highly ranked posts. Since its been awhile since I have posted anything tasty, I though we would start with a reblog….some fresh material will be popping up here and there in the coming months 

Just a snippet of one of my erotica books I plan on releasing, if you’re interesting in that kind of stuff. Mmmmm….smut….

The next morning, Alex remembered that he had locked the bedroom door the previous night. He couldn’t remember why, though. He looked up at the ceiling, and then to his left to find Maddison still asleep. The man turned over onto his side and gently placed his hand onto her waist. He didn’t want to wake her up. His hand fell from her body. It was as if his body was moving on its own, like it knew what it wanted, what it craved.
Alex slipped his hand across her shapely hips, feeling the thin fabric of her gown conform to his fingers. It was such a delicate material. He became bold, however, and lowered his touch to the end of the garment, where he was met with soft, smooth skin – Alex’s hand disappeared under the gown.
He gradually moved closer, so that his chest pressed against her back in a comfortable spooning position. Alex lowered his face into the crook of her neck, where he inhaled her fresh, clean scent.
Maddison felt nice. Something felt nice. She felt comforted and warm. She smiled, waking slowly. Her eyes remained closed as she reveled in this warmth she felt, and when she finally realized that it was the sensation of being touched, touched somewhat intimately. Alex pressed against her, his hand moving over her as his breath floated against her neck. She hummed in pleasure, making him aware she was awake, and receptive to his attentions and affections.
He was pleased with her reaction, knowing she’s been without such intimacies for such a long time. Dr. Lang said it would be good for them, to strengthen their bond; sex provides a deep connection with the souls, he had said.
Alex was thrilled to find nothing underneath the silky gown. He allowed his hand to explore further, tracing the contour of her navel and across the scar left over from the C-section. He paused for a moment, shifting to brush her crimson hair away from her neck and shoulder. He placed a kiss there; he displayed such loving behavior, it was as if he was another man all together.
He resumed his travels, caressing her thighs, purposely avoiding that one little spot. Alex brought his hand back up to her navel, where he teased her belly button, before sliding up her torso, following an invisible line leading him to the smooth skin between her breasts.
Maddison smiled, rolling over a little, as much as Alex would allow. She was allowing him to initiate things, simply following Alex’s lead. She left herself completely open to his exploring, reveling in every bit of his touching.
And he wouldn’t allow much as he kept his chest pressed firmly against her back, asserting his position. Alex’s hand gently cupped one of the heavy mounds, contracting his fingers slightly around the soft globe – testing the waters, so to speak. He wanted to take it slow; he wanted to *feel* her and he wanted her to feel him – all of him.
He brushed the pad of his thumb repeatedly over the hardening nipple, eliciting more pleasure from his woman. *His* woman. Alex smiled against the skin of her neck, liking the idea of being more than just a boyfriend or a baby-daddy. He would be her husband; he would stake claim to this woman.
Maddison moaned softly to Alex’s tender touches. Did he know how much he was turning her on? It was maddening, but she loved it, and she wanted more. She started writhing to him, a soft smile resting on her lips as her hands gripped her own nightgown, lifting it up more for easier access.
He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly as he began to kiss at her neck. Again, he felt his body move on its own, but he wasn’t complaining. He embraced this feeling of contentment.
Alex nibbled at the outer rim of her ear, knowing it was a sensitive spot. As he continued to massage her tit, the man rubbed his leg along hers, bringing his lower half closer to her rear. He knew he was driving her insane with need – he could almost smell it seeping from her pores.
She adored the attention to her neck, it always was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, and the actions against her breasts as well. She could feel his manhood pressing against her behind as his leg brushed hers, and she purposely slid her lower half against him, smoothing herself over him to arouse his senses more. He was being so sweet, so gentle, so caring. This was like a whole new side of Alex, and she loved it so. She loved him. She was so in love with him.
He grunted softly against her ear, pausing in his actions, as her ass brushed over the front of his pants. Alex licked his lips and trailed his hand down her body, moving closer to her groin. But he avoided it once again, not wanting to end this too quickly. He touched the back of her knees, her inner thighs, her hips – everything but that heated junction between her thighs.
Maddison smiled and bit her lip. She closed her eyes and blissfully moved and swayed under Alex’s alluring touches. She wanted him so badly, and she knew that he knew it. He was teasing her, but not to be malicious. He was simply taking his time, finding the pleasure in touching her. She had waited for this for a long time. This intimacy. She could allow it to unravel as Alex deemed fit, even if her soft sounds and gentle shifting beneath his touch screamed at him to delve his hand between her thighs, to her secret garden of pleasure. She wanted him to explore, and discover the joys of this sort of bonding, and not be so… afraid… if that was even the right word… of intimacies with her. She wanted him to make love to her. And he was, with his exploration of her soft curves and smooth skin. They would make their intimate connection, linking their bodies together, eventually. Maddison was a patient woman. She wanted no other man but Alex, and she was willing to endure his slow discoveries.
Alex watched how her body moved beneath his touch. She was putty in his hands, and so quickly, too. He slid his hand behind her, smoothing it along the round flesh of her ass. He squeezed it, spreading the cheeks apart as he ground himself against her, emphasizing how much he wanted this – to keep her from having second thoughts about his intentions.
He brought his hand back around, letting it glide over the contours of her torso, once again groping her breast. Alex soon began to nip at the skin below her ear, raking his teeth along that one spot.
With his hand on her rear, enticing her even more with his grinding into her, she let slip with another soft moan. She was his, completely. She always had been. When he moved his mouth to her neck again, she reached a hand up, touching him herself. She slid her hand through his soft hair, encouraging him. Letting him know she was pleased. Her body writhed against him again in desire.
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Alex finally relented and delved his hand between her thighs, his fingers reaching past her delicate folds to get at the sweet nectar pooling between them. Instead of going directly to her seeping hole, the man focused on stroking her clitoris in swift motions, applying pressure every now and again.
Maddison opened her thighs to him a little, giving him access to her sweet spot. A sound left her lips, not exactly a moan, and not exactly a sigh, but more of a mix between the two. It was a very pleasurable sound. She rolled her hips to Alex’s actions. She tried to roll her body over more, wanting to be on her back, facing him, to touch him, to kiss him. With a gentle nudge of her body, she sought permission from Alex to move.
And he still refused to give – for now, at least. He sighed against her ear, his fingers becoming slick with vaginal secretions. Alex avoided penetration, wanting to get her body beyond ready. He continued to stroke her, feeling her clit swell beneath his touch. After a while, however, he lowered his hand and inserted his middle finger, thrusting it to and fro.
He closed his eyes and imagined more than his finger gliding in and out. Alex then shifted, allowing her to lean back slightly, enough for him to lower his lips to her breast, his tongue snaking out to lap at the pert nipple. He could soon feel the sensation of his pants brushing over the sensitive head of his penis as it became erect against its confines. His body automatically pressed forward, craving more of that delicious friction.
Maddison was nearly purring to his affections. When he let her move her upper half, she took the opportunity to slide her arm under the arm he was using to support himself up with. His heated mouth on her breast was amazing. She shivered in delight. And when he inserted his finger and began to slowly pump it within her; she took a sharp intake of breath, a pleasurable sound, one of longing. She could feel him stiffening against her, and she wriggled her lower half against him, keeping him interested and stimulated. She rubbed her ass against him, moving when he pressed forward to her. She wanted to speak, murmur softly, but she dare not interrupt this… deeply intimate… time. It was fragile, she felt, it was something delicate.
Alex pulled away to lick his lips.
He withdrew his finger and worked her nether lips apart, letting her feel the stickiness as the folds slid together so nicely. He then removed his touch completely, and reached under the blanket to remove his pants in an almost eager fashion. This is where he allowed the woman to lay back completely, holding onto that anticipation of what was to come.
He crawled over her, his lips attacking that sweet spot below her ear once again as he positioned himself between her thighs. Alex’s hands went back to their exploration. He slid them along the smooth skin of her legs, up to her childbearing hips. Alex wanted her – all of her.
As his cock brushed her navel, Alex released a small sigh against her ear before taking said ear between his teeth, nibbling at it.
Maddison bit her lip again, rolling to her back, making herself comfortable and ready for him and what was to come. As he climbed over her, she smiled, taking a deep breath and sighing out in a pleased way. She could feel his cock brushing against her flesh. He was so large, and so hard. She gave another shiver thinking about what was to come, and how it was going to feel. Alex was a very well-endowed man, and she was a small woman. In every way. There was always a pleasurable pain in the beginning, and she anticipated it… longed for it. She wrapped one arm under his as the other went over his shoulder. She smoothed her gentle fingers over his scarred but soft flesh, taking in the contours of his body by way of touch, as he had painstakingly done with her. She felt his strong, lean muscles move beneath his flesh. His strength was arousing. The only thing she was missing was the kiss. He still hadn’t kissed her yet, and it flitted a small bit of worry through her. He hadn’t kissed her in a very long time. Not since his homecoming. Not a real kiss. A kiss of passion and love. And he knew how she felt about kisses… and this set the wheels of worry into her.
Alex nuzzled under her chin, his lips brushing hers. He guided his cock to her entrance, where it was met with a flood of ecstasy. He pressed the head past the tight mouth, allowing her body to suck him in. Alex lowered his body against her own, watching her closely as he dealt slow thrusts, sinking deeper each time. He then leaned in to place a kiss to her lips, swallowing her pleasurable noises as he sunk into her warm depths.
Relief swept through Maddison as his lips finally met hers. And she was thankful he swallowed up her noises as he pressed himself into her, she knew it would be a tight fit, and she didn’t want to wake the whole house with her noises of pain and pleasure. Her body acclimated itself to accommodate his size, leaving Maddison in a blissful state feeling him seated within her body. They were finally locked together. One. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the love she felt. She moved her hips upwards, slowly, giving a small grind of her hips, urging Alex on. She didn’t want to rush it, but her body had become overheated and overloaded by the pleasure of his sweet explorations and touches. One hand slipped down to his waist as the other braced itself on his shoulder. She lifted her knees and opened herself up to him more, allowing him to sink in a little deeper.
Alex deepened the kiss further as she moved her hips. He began to move his own, pressing in before withdrawing slightly, only to penetrate her once more. She was tight, warm and wet. Alex dealt rather hard, precise thrusts, rocking her body up against the bed; each one stimulating her clit.
Maddison kissed him with all the love and passion she had for him. As he started his thrusting, Maddison matched his rhythm, making it pleasurable for both of them, each thrust bringing great pleasure. Maddison smoothed her hands over her lovers’ body, delving her hand into his hair, trailing it down his neck and spine. Alex was a forceful lover, but Maddison enjoyed the hard, precise pounding. He wasn’t a greedy lover either, making sure she was stimulated with each blow. Again, Maddison wanted to speak, she wanted to murmur into his ear her love, but refrained. This was too perfect to spoil with words.
He hovered over the woman, leaning forward to bury his face against her neck to inhale her scent. It was such a pleasant scent.
Alex’s hand rose to cup her breast, teasing it as he continued to move against her; their skin wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, creating a sickenly sweet noise that echoed throughout the room – their own world.
Maddison arched her back to Alex’s touch on her breast. He was bringing her to heights of pleasure she’d never experience before. She was in awe of him. She kissed and nipped softly at his shoulder, inhaling his scent as well. It was masculine, heavenly, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
And that very hand drifted down her body to settle between her thighs, where he brushed her swollen clit, stroking it with added fervor. He brought his lips to hers once again; kissing away her moans and cries of pleasure as the pace of his thrusts increased.
As he applied attention to her clit again, and increased his pace, Maddison did indeed let loose with soft moans and gentle cries of pleasure. She could barely keep Alexs pace as he thrust in and out of her. Her grip on his body tightened, her small hands holding on to him as the telltale tingle from head to toe tickling its way through her and the knot formed in her lower abdomen. The more thrusting and attention Alex paid to Maddison, the tighter the knot formed, until finally it snapped. Maddison arched her back, pulling her lips away from Alex and let loose with a soft cry of pleasure, ecstasy washing through her core as her body was swept into bliss by her orgasm. She panted for breath as her inner walls clutched down on Alex’s stiff cock, spasming around him, pulling him in and releasing him, repeating the process, leaving Maddison humming out softly in her pleasure, her body coaxing Alex to sweet release.
The feeling of her inner walls clamping down around him, pulsing with need, drove him over the edge. Alex came, his body moving on its own as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the woman’s neck. He released soft noises of his own, letting Maddison know just how good she made him feel.
Hearing his noises elated Maddison. She wrapped her arms around him and embraced him to herself lovingly. She caught her breath, kissing his shoulder and moving a hand to run through his hair in a relaxing, loving manner. She sighed out contentedly, moving to kiss Alex’s neck, her body finally relaxing under his as she still had tiny shimmers of bliss sparking through her. He had made her feel so good. So beautiful. And he never said a word. All their love was expressed through touch. But sooner or later that had to end. Maddison just didn’t want to be the one to break the silence.
He rested against her, feeling lost in the silence. Alex kept his face hidden against her neck as he whispered “I love you” against her ear. He didn’t say it often, not like he should.
Maddison smiled against him. She believed him. She nodded against him, moving her lips against his neck, murmuring softly. “I love you, too…”
Alex finally pulled away and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Thank you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the woman. She looked so beautiful lying there in the afterglow.
Maddison didn’t understand why or what he was thanking her for. She simply nodded to him as he moved away and sat up on the edge of the bed. She was a little confused, but she tried not to let it get to her. She had wanted to hold him longer, but she knew he wasn’t the touchy-feely type, despite her wishes otherwise. There were just going to be some things he couldn’t provide for her, and she knew she would just have to get over them. She wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world, so she would make concessions and sacrifices. She offered a small smile in his direction and closed her eyes.
“Come to me…” he said softly.
Maddison opened her eyes to the sound of his voice. She sat up and nodded, moving to the edge of the bed, sitting beside him. She looked at him questioningly.

Well, to those of you who like Erotica, I hope you enjoyed that. I have several erotica novels to release in the future, after revisions. Some are fantasy, some are horror, and some are just regular angst filled star crossed lovers.
~mwah~

November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

“Are we there yet?”

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

November 2016 Day 13

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Another day with no offered writing prompt from BlogHer, so another snippet of my newest novel will have to suffice. Little snippets, little teases.

I did managed a decent word count today for my NaNoWriMo – 2065, bringing my total up to 30402. Not bad at all.

Physically, I feel horrible today. My back hurts so much, but I am full of pep and my mood is outstanding. Kind of hard to be peppy though when all your body wants to do is take a major painkiller and curl up into itself. However, I am holding strong! I see my doctor this week and get assigned to my surgeon, then I’ll be meeting with him/her to set the surgery date. I hope that after that, I will be more or less pain free!

So, on with the show. My little excerpt from Book Two: The Path of Redemption-

Addison lifted her sword, bringing its strap across her chest to rest diagonally between her breasts, the Katana resting reassuringly at her back.

“So this other Slayer we’re meeting… Is she going to try taking my head off?” Addison asked. Her thoughts were torn between this other Slayer and Jabrils words of knowing Addison wanted blood. “I do want blood. Can I have some? I promise I won’t kill whoever I take it from? Will you let me hunt?” She asked hesitantly.

Jabril knew it was coming. He looked at her and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I cannot allow that. I’m sorry, petite.” He said, dressing as quickly as he could. “As for Letha, no, she won’t be looking to hurt you. She knows the situation.” He said, looking Addison over. “Well, you look ready to move, how about we head upstairs so I can at least enjoy a donut or two before the Lady Paladin shows up,” He said. He knew Addison was starving for blood… he would offer his own, but not right now. He would need his strength as well. He would think of something. Addison looked disappointed. When she caught his gaze, she turned her frown into a smile. “Okay… Coffee time,” She said, just trying to sound upbeat.

Jabril smiled and gave a nod. He took Addison by the hand, leading her from the room to the upper levels of the hotel. “I can’t risk letting you feed, petite. I’m sorry.” He said softly, giving her small hand a gentle squeeze. “As for Letha… she can reverse vampirism in those who want to purify it from themselves. Not everyone is lucky enough to come across her when they are bitten and left to fend for themselves. Your case is a little different, because you have been a vampire, willingly, for so long.” He explained. He looked to Addison, to see the solemn expression on her face… It was now time to change the subject.

 

 

That’s all for now, my dears.

Be sweet, my lovelies!

SMUT (Mature Content Warning)

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So, this is actually a snippet of a novel I cranked out a while back and was re-reading and proofing it.

I decided….HEY…SHARE! TEASE! TORMENT! YAY!!! (beware, its not my finest, but hey, its smutty goodness.)

Tara stopped scrubbing and smoothed over the floor with a soft rag, bringing the floor to a shine. She moved around on her hands and knees before coming to a pair of feet. She followed the feet up the attached pair of legs and up to Jacobs face. “Hello.” She said, smiling. She moved to stand, putting her cleaning items away. “Is there something I can get for you?” She asked him.

“Come with me…” he said, taking her hand in his.  He led her to his room and closed the door behind them.

She followed without protest, wondering what he was up to. But then, she was glad for this opportunity. They hadn’t really spent any time alone in a few evenings.

Jacob cupped her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers.  It was a deep, heated kiss; his tongue trailing her lips and her own slick muscle.

Tara was taken by surprise, but soon melted into the kiss. She returned it with her own passion, her arms moving to encircle his shoulders and neck. She let out a pleased hum through the kiss, letting him know it was certainly to her liking.

He pressed her against the door, his hands busy with hiking her dress up past her hips.  Jacob was hot and virile; he could feel his blood boil.  He hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled them down, lifting her body to help her remove them completely.

Tara was lost in the passion. It had seemingly come out of nowhere. Her mind raced, not knowing whether to stop him or not. She didn’t want to, but she was nervous. But the excitement overrode the nervousness. She clung to him, waiting for him to take his next actions, preparing herself for whatever he may do.

The man placed her upon the bed and trailed his kisses along her neck and throat, sucking and nipping at her flesh.  He unzipped his trousers and reached between her thighs, to finger her tight cunt, coaxing her sweet honey to seep from the hive.

Tara became bold herself, unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands inside to trail over his flesh, loving the feel of him. His attention to her neck and throat made her feel hot all over, and beneath her dress and slip she could feel her nipples harden, brushing against the fabric. He was moving so fast. But it felt so good. She could feel the wetness coming away on his fingers from between her thighs.

His lips soon found hers once again.  He felt his erection brush against her smooth inner thigh.  He was hard–incredibly so–and she was ready.  Jacob shifted above her as his hand guided his cock between her welcoming nether lips.  He broke the kiss to brush her delicate chin and jawline with his lips, as his free hand ran across her clothed breast.

“Tara,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair.  Jacob clenched his jaw as he entered her.  She was tight, almost too tight.  He gave a few hard thrusts, until he was in entirely.  It was a snug fit, but not unpleasant.  He kissed at her neck, feeling himself throb within her.

Tara hissed in pain. She still clung to him, not wanting him to stop. When he was all the way in, he stretched and pulled at her insides, but her body conformed to him, making room for his size, wrapping around him snuggly as the pain gave way bit by bit to the lovely pleasure to be had. Tara rolled her head to the side, letting out a breath she was holding, a small sound of pleasure then leaving her. She gave a roll of her hips and found it pleasing.

Jacob instinctively brought his hips to meet hers.  He was unable to hold back.  He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, his lips sealing hers with a kiss as he proceeded to drive himself into her soft, warm depths.  His thrusts were hard, sharp, but steady and consistent.  He was a hungry animal, wanting more of what the young woman had to offer.

Tara returned his kiss, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her into his mouth with every thrust he made. She met her hips to his, meeting him in movement, grinding her little bud against him, her body excited and pleased with the sensation of his thick cock moving in and out of her and the pressure and grinding against her clit. Her hands moved across the flesh of his back, down to his waist, feeling the power of his thrusts. He was filling her with pleasurable sensations, and her body was acting accordingly.

He grunted a bit and angled his hips to hit that little spot inside.  That’s when he broke the kiss… His gaze was locked on her and the expression of pure bliss she had.  Jacob rolled their bodies over, where she was on top and his hands squeezing her hips and thighs.

When he rolled them over, Tara began to rise and fall on him, using her knees to lift her up, and bring her crashing back down on him. She continued to grind herself against him, panting and make soft noises. She rested her hands on his chest, using him for balance and to help in her own thrusting. She leaned over him, kissing him, her lips trailing from his down to his jaw and neck, nibbling at his ear as her gentle breath played across his skin. She sat back up again, hands firmly planted against his chest, her lower lip bitten between her teeth as she pumped herself away on him, feeling that pleasurable tingle course through her.

Jacob gripped her ass, helping her move upon his dick.  He eventually moved and placed her below him once again, a thin sheen of sweat forming.

With every thrust he continued to make, it grew more intense, until finally her body stiffened, her inner muscles clamping around his cock, seizing up all around him before releasing into massaging waves of pleasure and bliss. Tara cried out softly, panting in her ecstasy. She continued to move under Jacob, her body wanting to ride out the pleasure and to coax him to his own release.

He held himself above her, to watch her orgasm race through her petite form.  She was stunning.  Jacob drove himself into her quivering depths, making his own noises of pleasure; until he finally came, his throbbing cock spilling his thick seed into her willing body.  He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him yet again as he panted softly against the bed sheets.

Tara rested against him, her head on his shoulder, panting softly. She felt hot and sweaty, but oh so fulfilled. When she got her breathing under control, she moved her lips to his neck, kissing him softly, rolling her tongue across his lightly sweaty flesh, tasting the salt of him. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and heaved a pleased sigh against him.

Jacob rested his hands on top of her legs.  He, too, was fulfilled.  After a while, he reached up to stroke her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.

Tara smiled. She loved it when he did that. She moved to kiss him, softly and sweetly. She looked over at his bedside clock. “I should be getting back into the kitchen…I still have a dinner to cook for everyone…it’ll be a little late…” She murmured. “You should take a shower, refresh yourself…”

“Mm… I should,” he said, smiling against her skin.  He kissed her again before rolling out from under her.  He stretched his arms above his head and looked to Tara.  “I’ll see you in a bit…”  He leaned over to kiss her brow before standing to venture into the washroom.

[Mature content] Blood and Sex: A short story (RP Based)

This is an RP told from both characters prospectives. Of course, its just a bit of smut. COME ON…who doesnt like a lil vampire smut? And this one is TAME!



 

Robert took a seat on the edge of the bed; his crisp, white shirt running delicately across his pale flesh. He sat the garment aside, leaving his torso bare. “Livia…” He said her name so softly as he reached out to graze his fingertips along her cheek. It was time for her to wake, and for them both to bask in one another’s presence.
Livia’s eyes fluttered open to the soft sound of Roberts voice. She looked to him a smiled, lifting an arm and resting it above her head on her pillow. She pulled the blankets up over her naked form with her other hand for modesties sake, even in front of her own husband.
He returned the smile, letting his touch fall to her shoulder. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, letting his hand linger upon her skin for a moment before withdrawing his touch altogether. Robert allowed his gaze to wander, until returning his attention back to her youthful face.
She smiled and stretched her body some. “Yes, I slept well. I dreamed of cats.” She said softly before moving to sit up a little on her pillows. She pulled the blankets with her to hide her breasts and her small form. “Did you sleep at all?” She asked her husband.
“I did… I went out to feed, and came back to find you still asleep.” He licked his dry lips and rested his hand upon her knee. “What made you dream of cats?” he asked calmly, showing genuine interest in the woman.
She offered a small smile. “I love my cats. I suppose that’s why I dream of them. When I’m not dreaming of them, I’m dreaming of you…sometimes I wake and snuggle even closer to you, to make sure you’re really there.” She said, a tint of blush staining her cheeks. “I’m not hungry, strangely. I don’t want to go out tonight.” She said, resting back against the headboard.
His smile grew. “You dream of me…” he said quietly “What are in these dreams?”
She smiled softly. “They are always so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes we are alone in the jungles, or the beaches. Always alone, just you and I, feeding on those we find wandering. We are one with nature. It’s lovely…” She hushed out.
Robert chuckled and reached out to cup her cheek. He truly found her to be so adorable, so lovable. The man stroked his thumb across her skin, letting his fingertips trail her lips and jawline. “We have peace… And, we are alone.”
She nodded. “I like what we have. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I can be myself with you, even when I go through my emotionless phases. I’ve changed in your care.” She said, leaning into his touch.
“You have, Livia… I’m proud of you.” He brushed her crimson hair aside, revealing her milky neck. Robert leaned closer, hesitating, at first; such intimacies haven’t been shared in so long, he wanted her to feel comfortable. His lips finally touched hers, the blissful contact lingering for a moment.
Livia welcomed the kiss. It was slow and delicate. She pulled back from him to look into his eyes, resting her hand on his handsome face for a moment, holding his cheek. She leaned forward again to kiss him, allowing this one to deepen gradually. She sighed out against him, a pleasurable sound, as her fingers moved from his cheek to slick back through his hair gently.
The deeper kiss was pleasant; he applied his own passion, letting their tongues intertwine in the seductive dance. Robert finally pulled away, his dark gaze seeking her own. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
“Oh, I’ve missed you, too, my love…” She said, taking his hand in hers. He felt warm, a sign that he’d fed, and fed well. “You’re so warm…” She said, bringing his knuckles to her cool lips, placing a kiss there.
He felt the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. “I have been overcome with desire,” he said, as if attempting to charm his wife with his sweet tongue. Robert then stood from the bed and brought his hands to the front of his trousers. His eyes, not once, left her beautiful face as he returned to her side.
She took in Roberts words, watching his every move. She blushed a little, feeling a small bit of inadequacy from sleeping so long. “I could…try to fulfill those desires…” She said softly. “If you wanted me to…”
Robert’s cold, hard features softened at her current demeanor. “I have no attraction to other women,” he said; “I waited for you, for so long.” He took his place upon the bed, letting his hand rest near her body.
“You’re a good, faithful husband and I love you. I want to please you.” She said softly to him, letting the blankets drop from her upper half, revealing her breasts to him to do as he pleased. She laid down on the bed once again, resting comfortably next to him. She was his for the taking despite her weakness.
“Mm, but first…” He brought her hand up to his neck and forced her nails into his skin, drawing blood. The message was clear. “Go on,” he urged.
Livia moved to wrap her arms around him, lifting herself up to his neck, licking at the blood that spilled forward before wrapping her lips around the wound, drinking from him. She wasn’t all that hungry, but this was Roberts’s blood. It was full and sweet and heady. She reveled in the taste, delighting in how it made her feel. When she had her fill, she pulled away and took an unneeded breath, a tint of color filling her pale skin once again.
Robert was pleased to know she took her fill; he didn’t like it when she held back. “Full?” he asked calmly, reaching up to dab away the excess from her lips.
She looked up into his eyes and offered a small smile. “Mhm…” She hummed out. She licked at his fingers as they passed over her lips.
He could feel the corner of his lips turn up into a mischievous smirk. Robert dipped his fingers past her lips, letting the tips graze her tongue. Once he was tired of that, the man leaned forward to capture those lips in a slow, pleasurable kiss.

She melted into the kiss, her arms resting comfortably around him. She closed her eyes and savored every second of it. His gentleness, his softness, and the natural way their tongues moved and danced across one another. It felt so good, she shivered, causing her exposed nipples to become erect.
The vampire lowered his hand to her breast, palming the soft flesh as he deepened the loving gesture. Robert wasn’t one to be so gentle, but he knew Livia enjoyed it; and he would push aside his own ways to please her. He withdrew and brought his lips to her neck, letting the soft kisses linger here and there as his hand massaged the ample globe.
Her eyes still closed, Livia let her head fall back, exposing more of her slender neck to him. She hummed out in pleasure to his hand at her breast. It felt wonderful to be touched. His hands were rough and warm. Beneath the blankets, her thighs were heating, the juncture between them pooling with that pleasant tingle of arousal.
Robert smiled against her skin, the nipple between his thumb and forefinger being pinched and fondled gently. He closed his eyes and relished the taste of her skin, enjoying how she quivered beneath his expert touch. “Are you always the quiet lover?” he said, brushing his face along her slender throat.
She blushed a little at his question. “Mostly…” She whispered out. “What you’re doing feels so good…” She then added shyly. She drew a knee up, resting her foot on the mattress as her hips lifted from the bed a little, reacting to Robert’s attention to her breast, and the way his breath rolled across her skin.
He sat up to look down upon her form. She was eager… Robert’s lips twitched a bit, before he lowered them to her own. He could feel his penis reach for her depths; seeking the warm, moist embrace only she could provide. He carefully slid his body across hers, letting the woman feel the toned flesh of his masculine form as he settled above her.
His kisses were wondrous, and she always welcomed them. As he settled above her, she parted her legs for him, inviting him to take her. His weight felt comforting and she did indeed give a soft moan into their kiss. Her arms wrapped around him a little tighter, one hand moving from his lower back, up his spine and coming to rest in his silky smooth hair before moving to dance her fingertips gently over the flesh of his shoulder. His muscled frame was heavenly. Strong muscle moving beneath the satin of his skin, despite his scars.
Robert slid his hands along her smooth thighs, coaxing them apart further. He allowed his gaze to settle upon hers as he penetrated the soft juncture; his hardened shaft was hugged ever so tightly. He lowered his lips to her neck, once again, kissing her there as he began to move; slowly, his thrusts gradually picking up strength.
Livia hissed out a little in discomfort as he entered her. He was so well endowed, that sometimes no matter how excited she was for him, there was always a bit of pain to endure. But, oh, was it worth it. Her body gradually got used to his girth, with each of his movements within her. His attention at her neck helped, soothing her as she smoothed her hands over his flesh, feeling his corded muscles moved as he brought her into heights of pleasure. She nibbled at his shoulder a little, kissing and licking the skin there, nipping him gently to leave a slight wound to lap at. Blood and sex were always a good combination for Livia. Her hips began to move in time with Roberts, keeping his pace, grinding herself against him to bring forth more heated movements. She allowed soft noises of pleasure to escape her lips.
He opened his eyes, to narrow his gaze. Robert slowly wrapped his fingers around her throat, holding her there as he bared his fangs against the skin of her neck. He shifted his hips, applying more of his weight to her lower half, to keep her still; at least, for now.
Livia placed her hands on his shoulders, though she didn’t struggle in any way or try to push Robert off. Instead, she hissed out softly. “Oh, yes…bite me…” In a heated tone. Her body writhed against him, despite his body resting on hers. She felt hot and tingled all over, lust causing her to involuntarily breathe hard against him.
Robert lifted his head to look at her. He tightened his hold around her neck and went back to kissing the smooth, pale column; his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, than before. He couldn’t tell if he liked her being so aggressive or if it was just something he had yet to get used to.
She could no longer keep his pace. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, clinging to him with both arms and legs. His hand around her neck was both a little frightening, and thrilling. With each of his hard thrusts she let out a little noise that translated into pain, but laced with a bit of pleasure.
He released a soft breath against her ear, voicing the pleasure he was receiving from his wife. The vampire angled his hips to hit that one spot inside of her, which would send the vampiress over the edge.
And over that edge she went. Her entire body tightened around him, inside and out. Then her delicate core began to spasm and pulsate around his thick shaft. Livia arched her back, crying out in pleasure as his continued thrusts prolonged her ecstasy. She bit her own lip, tasting the blood as it covered her tongue, sending more little shockwaves through her small form.
Robert felt her flesh beneath his fingers as he continued to tighten his hold. His own orgasm raced through his body, emptying into his wife as he has done countless times before. It was different this time, however. He slowly loosened his hand from around her throat and trailed kisses along her jawline. “I love you,” he said quietly.
Livia turned her head to the side a little, one hand coming to hold her throat, the other to cover her mouth as she coughed. He’d never done that before. She was sure he was going to bite her, not choke her. Did he realize just how tight his hold had gotten? She knew he didn’t know his own strength sometimes. She wasn’t angry with him, or scared…just a little taken off guard by his actions. When her coughing spell was over, she turned back to look at him, still holding her tender throat. “I love you, too.” She whispered, her voice a little hoarse and raspy.
“… Are you all right, Livia?”
She wrapped her arms back around him and nodded. “I’m fine…” She whispered out to him, adding a smile.
He sat up, allowing her room to move. “Of course, you are,” he said. “Such a thing is hardly dangerous for a vampire, hmm?” Robert offered his own smile.
Livia nodded again in agreement with her husband. “I’m fine, it just took me a little off guard…” She said, moving to sit up and rest against the headboard of the bed.
“Habit…” he murmured, moving to sit next to her. “Cigarette?”
“Yes, please…” She said to the offer of a cigarette. She drew her knees up and rested her arms across them. “You would never kill a human female in such a way, would you? I mean, now that we’re married?” She asked softly. Livia knew what Robert was back before with of them were vampires. He was a murderer and killer. She had to admit that so was she, but she easily covered her crimes up as her patients own doings, or patients killing patients. Not the seemingly emotionless ward nurse she once was.
Robert handed one to his wife before lighting his own between his lips. He frowned around the cigarette. “Why do you ask?”
She took her cigarette and looked down. “I don’t want you having sex with anyone else, even if it was just a plaything or meal.” She said softly.
He raised a brow at the explanation. “Why would I have sex with anyone, other than you, Livia?” Robert, unlike most men, did not have sex on the mind, all the time. He could have felt a little insulted by the woman’s question, but he had an idea of why she asked. “You wish for reassurance? To… rebuild trust?”
She thought about what he said. She gave a small nod. “I guess that’s what I’m looking for…reassurance. There are so many pretty vampiress out there…and humans…far more appealing than me. I…I feel I don’t deserve you at times.” She said softly, smoking her cigarette. She then rested her cheek on her arm and looked at him. “With you, I’ve never felt so complete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Robert took a long drag from the cigarette. “To answer your question, no… I’m not that kind of person,” he said, tapping the ashes off into the ashtray.
Livia nodded and smoked her own cigarette. “Okay.” She said quietly. “I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. You’re my husband, my first and only love.” She said, rolling her ash off her cigarette in the ashtray, playing with it some.
“Yes, well… You keep that in mind,” he said, moving to leave the bed. Robert finished off his cigarette and looked to his wife. “Are you hungry?”
Livia looked up to him at his words. She nodded, playing with her cigarette in the ashtray more than smoking it. To his question, she gave a shrug. “I’m hungry a little, but not enough to want to go out and catch someone. I’ll be fine until tomorrow night.” She said, finally snuffing her cigarette out. No, tonight was a night to revel in the man she loved.

Riverbank: A short story

Riverbank

She was carried along by the river. He never wanted to see her this way. He never wished for her to die. Things just happened and things just became unstoppable.
She loved this place though. This river. They had come here often, laying in the tall lush grasses of the riverbank, a blanket spread out beneath them. She always packed baskets of food and drink, whether it was afternoon or evening.
In the humid night air of summer, they watched the fireflies dance. The sound of the rippling waters lulling them into peacefulness.
All things change however.
Eventually, the river was a place they stopped visiting. Their relationship had become too complicated. Things were not so laid back and easy anymore.
Now, however, he could bring her there to the river they once loved together. She could be at peace here. And he would visit often to remember what once was.
With a sigh, he said a few words, of how he loved her, of how he mourned her, and how he would miss her. He was emotional. He was hurting. He was angry.
He found their favorite spot and strolled out to the river, going in knee deep with his beloved in his arms.
He opened the urn and lifted it, letting the contents spill out into the winds and down onto the currents of the waters rambling downstream. As the ashes caught up in the slight breeze, he silently raged at god for taking her away from him. How many more would have to die from cancer? Wither and waste away.
His love didn’t deserve this. She was a good woman.
Now all that was left was the river and memories.

Scents: A short story

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She sat peacefully on the park bench, happily minding her own business as she simply observed the goings on. This particular park was one of the largest in the city. Mothers and fathers however, were keeping their children close, not allowing the youngsters to enjoy the parks activities. They held their children’s hands and some held their children fully, despite the little ones squirming and wiggling for freedom.
The police had cordoned off a section of the park, their bright yellow ‘crime scene’ tape alerting the general populace to the grim discoveries of a mutilated couple. And despite the gruesomeness of it all, mothers, fathers, nannies and babysitters just had to see what all the commotion was about. Everybody loved a bloodbath.
Genesis absently brushed away a stray strand of dark hair from her face, her cheeks a rosy red from the heat and humidity in the air. She smiled and looked over toward where the police, detectives and coroners were earning their incomes. She already knew what the crime scene looked like…the way the massive amounts of vermillion blood stained the green grasses. The way the bodies were torn asunder, some pieces held together by the faintest of shreds of muscle or flesh. There were chunks of muscle meat missing, baffling the authorities.
She really couldn’t help herself. She had been so hungry. The wolf demanded feeding. Genesis usually tried to suppress it. She hated the wolf within. She very rarely shifted, except for the one time of the month, the full moon, that she had no choice in the matter. But last night something was different, something was off.
She was halted in her thoughts momentarily as a couple of police officers walked by, making their way to a little push cart offering hot coffee and cold lemonades. The gentlemen were pale, visibly shaken by what they had seen. “I tellya Stan, I never seen anything like that…I mean…the coroner said they was eaten on…meat and organs were missing…their livers…what the fuck kind of animal does that?” One officer asked of the other. His partner grimly shook his head. “I dunno Eddie. You know we’ve had problems with big wolves and bears attacking before…” He offered up. Eddie clicked his tongue. “This was a little too close…nothing has ever happened in a populated area before. This sort of shit happens in the woods. Animals don’t come this close to human places…” “There’s a first time for everything…” The conversation went on, but Genesis stopped paying attention.
Her thoughts meandered back to the early morning hours, when the hunger took hold so strongly, she shifted, hunted and sated the wolfs bloody hunger. She tried to think of what triggered it. All she could remember was a scent. A male scent. It had sent her own senses into a frenzy. Like a bitch in heat, she craved this male, let his scent drive her crazy with desire and hunger. And since she couldn’t seem to find him, she did the only thing she could think of to relieve her hunger. She hunted to feed.
She found the couple jogging together in the pre-dawn hour. They must have presumed there was safety in numbers. Genesis, in her partially transitioned form, saw them as nothing more than happy meals on legs. Both the male and female were excreting pheromones. They must have been lovers, or would be lovers. That made things extra tantalizing. Genesis had salivated, stalking them in her werewolf form. She sprang on them out of the brush, the female setting off with a shriek before a clawed hand to the throat silenced her. Her male companion tried to fight. Genesis, in her werewolf form, wasn’t too much bigger than her human form. She wasn’t particularly imposing. But her strength, speed and ferocity were inhuman. Superhuman. Supernatural. The human male didn’t have a chance. Genesis buried her maw in his shoulder, her clawed hands gripping both arms and she pulled in all directions at once. Sweet crimson blood filled her mouth, coating her fur. As she continued to pull pieces of the male off, eating the best of the muscle, then digging into his abdominal cavity for his liver, the female at his side watched in horror, unable to scream, too in shock to move quick enough to get away. She was losing blood quickly. Steam rose up in the slight chill of the night air. Genesis growled to the female before moving to her, tearing the woman apart and making a delicacy of her as well.
But while the wolfs belly was full, the hunger for the male she had scented out earlier was still there. Who was he? Where was he?
Genesis let her eyes roam over the park and its inhabitants before standing, the gravel of the path crunching lightly under her booted feet. She made her way over to the beverage vendor and ordered herself a refreshing lemonade before setting off down the sidewalk. She was sure this male would reveal himself in time. She didn’t know why he felt like toying with her though.

Floating Part I (RP story based)

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This story takes place after one of my breaks from a particular game. Its my character, Nemesis, going through the motions of waking and reaclimating herself to the waking world, covering her needs. Tonight I present Part I, tomorrow I will post Part II.

Floating. Floating, floating, floating. That’s how it felt. She was aware, and yet she had no sense of time or place. So she floated.
Aware. Floating still, but more aware. Her body pressed against another, flesh to flesh. Silk cocooning them.
Aware. Nemesis made one small movement. A simple wiggle of her fingertips. She took a deep breath to scent the air. Her husband’s scent surrounded her.
She wiggled the fingers of both hands before moving her body ever so slightly. That slight movement told her enough.
Her face was buried against his stomach. It must have been awhile since either moved, because Nemesis cracked a small grin when she realized that the skin of her pale cheek was stuck to her partner bounds flesh by way of her own drool. It was comical to her.
She allowed herself a little time to fully become grounded from that floating place before moving again. Slowly and hesitantly she pushed herself from her lover and off the bed, finding herself sitting on the floor. Keen eyes took in the room. There was not a speck of dust, not a thing out of place, everything picture perfect. That could only mean that her faithful butler Creedy had been in every day checking on him.
Nemesis shifted a bit, testing out the strength in her body. She felt weak and her teeth hurt. And there were hardly words to describe the white hot burning hunger in her stomach and veins. With a slender arm she reached to the nightstand she was partially leaning against and picked up the phone, drawing it down to her parched lips. She pressed a single button on the phone. “Creedy…I need your assistance…” she managed to rasp out from a throat that felt of sandpaper.
Not five minutes passed before a tall, well built, but older man entered through the door, a pitcher of thick red fluid in hand. Conrad Creedy had been Nemesis’ human servant for decades. He tended all her affairs and business dealings. And for his servitude, Nemesis kept him from the ravages of time, though she didn’t make him a vampire, as that was his wish.
Creedy moved to Nemesis’ side and held the pitcher to her lips. She greedily gulped at the ever so sweet taste of fresh, hot blood. Creedy’s hand stroked her hair as he whispered to her “slowly, mistress, slowly…” but she paid him no mind and finished of the pitcher, licking what had spilled over her lips and fingers. “Shall I wake the master?” Creedy asked softly. With a shake of her head, she looked to the bed. “Let him sleep until he’s ready…” Creedy gave her a nod and picked her small, naked form up off the floor, carrying her to the washroom. He ran her a bath and set her down within the hot waters before leaving to fetch her some clothing.
Nemesis inhaled the flesh, clean scent of the bath she soaked in. She gathered her favorite body soaps and shampoo and went to work on cleaning herself up. The hot water soothed aching muscles and joints, and the precious blood Creedy had provided held her hunger at bay, for now.
When ready, Nemesis stood from the bath and allowed Creedy to wrap her in a towel and help her stand on her own two legs. He helped dry her off, and brushed her long red hair free from any tangles. “Thank you, Creedy, that will be all for now. I’ll be down stairs in a few.” The elder looking gentleman gave a nod and left the master suite of the Asyl.
Nemesis picked up the clothing that was chosen for her. She offered up a smile. Creedy was worth his weight in gold. He always knew what was needed for her at any given time. Tonight he had chosen a ‘hunting’ ensemble. Black pants and one of her husband’s loose fitting black shirts. Also resting on the counter was her favorite pair of tennis shoes.
She slipped her clothing on and stepped once more into the bedroom, looking to her love. He was still in that floating place. He’d wake sooner or later. That special bond between them would stir at him like a fine web between them being jostled by a tiny fly.
Nemesis blew a kiss to her man’s sleeping form before exiting the room. She walked through the big manor slowly, getting a renewed feel of things. When she descended the staircase, she went to a room on the left of the case, opening the door and stepping in. “BEBEEES!” She squealed as a choir of ‘mews’ and ‘meows’ flooded her ears. The vampiress dropped to her knees and was lovingly assaulted by her array of cats and kittens. And she gave each and every one of them their own special moment of attention. Nemesis adored felines. If she could rescue every stray in the world, she would. She allowed strays from the city streets to follow her home, letting them take up residence in the big barn. They weren’t ‘people’ friendly, having lived on the streets, but they were thankful for the warm hay and free food offered to them. And the stables stayed rodent free.
Out of nowhere that stabbing hot pain was in her belly again. “Okay, my lovelies, momma can’t stay here all night. We’ll play later.” She said to the flock of felines.
Nemesis got up and left the room, heading toward the front door. Creedy was standing there, two jackets for her to choose from. A trench, or a hoodie. She smiled to her servant and chose the hoodie.
“All the best on your nights hunt mistress, it’s good to see you awake.” Creedy said. Nemesis had no words, she simple winked at him and took her leaving of her sanctuary while the night was still young, off to fill her hunger.

The Price: A short story

This is from a 3 word prompt. Yes, it may seem familiar. It is based on a scene from the movie ‘Practical Magic’, however, it is very different, and goes quite a bit more into depth on things.

So, the 3 words are:

1. start
2. trick
3. Jump

She looked at the time, and then her eyes moved over to the woman sitting across from her. “The sun is just below the horizon, the moon is ascending. It’s a good time to get to start, if you’re ready…” She said to the elder woman. She wasn’t much older than herself, maybe 10 years at most. She supposed maybe that was a decent age difference. Did the woman feel comfortable coming to someone younger than herself? Wow…that was kind of stupid. This woman probably wasn’t comfortable coming to her at all.
Circumstance brought her here however. A pain. An ache.
She stood, looking to the woman who had set her tea cup down on the coffee table. “Come with me ma’am.” She said softly. The woman stood and followed, out into the greenhouse.
She went to gather materials. The elder woman looked around in wonder. There were several songbirds hanging from dainty little cages and various glass aquariums containing fish, snake, frogs and reptiles.
And the plants! So many varieties. All in good health, and the blooming blossoms so fragrant in the air.
“Ma’am, if you would?” She said softly. In one hand she held a bowl of blossoms, leaves and soil. In the other, one of the bird cages containing a dove.
The trick of this all was to use everything fresh. Dried ingredients just were not as potent. Too many made that mistake.
The woman was sitting on a wicker loveseat, part of a patio set. Before her was a coffee table that had a sheet laid over it. A steaming tea pot and a cup also sat there.
She brought everything to the woman, placing the birdcage down and grabbing hold of the teapot. She placing in the blossoms, dirt and other various items, rubbing them through her hands as she placed them in the boiling water.
The woman watched intently. She didn’t hide her dislike of the younger woman, but the need for her services outweighed everything at the moment.
She couldn’t help but notice this. She could feel it. She gave an internal shrug. The woman was paying her, and paying her good. They all did.
“I need for you to drink this, please. The full cup.” She said to the woman, pouring her the content of the steeping teapot. The woman gave a disgusted looked. That wasn’t ‘tea’. It had dirt in it. And who knows what else.
She needed this though. She did as told, chugging the hot liquid back. As she did this, the younger woman reached into the birdcage and took hold of the dove.
“Now, say out loud what you wish for and then plunge this needle into the dove’s heart.”
The elder woman’s hands were shaking. She took the needle and nodded.
“I don’t want to love him anymore. I don’t want him to love me. I don’t want anyone to ever love him again.”
She forced the needle into the breast of the dove, piercing its heart. Its feathers flapped and it made a bit of noise, giving the woman pause to jump back in her seat. Then the bird seemed to drift off and die.
The woman looked to her questioningly.
“It’s done. Now, take this bird home and bury it in the Southeast corner of your garden.” She instructed.
Near the brink of tears, the woman nodded, wrapping the bird up in a cloth provided as she slipped a wad of money out, tossing it onto the table. She said nothing more. No thanks. No show of gratitude.
What the elder woman didn’t know, or didn’t understand, was that there was a price to be paid that went far beyond mortal currency. She would get what she asked for, however, this man would live a full happy life in his solitude. He would enjoy it, rejoice in it. The woman however, would find no other love at all in her life. She would compare all other men to him, though she would not feel love for him. Or anyone, ever again. She would die alone and miserable and a far younger age had she not brought this upon herself.
She showed the elder woman out, returning to her greenhouse to clean up. She placed the wad of money in her pocket.
Tomorrow night would bring someone else to her door for a spell, hex or curse.

Night Ride: A short story

This story is from a prompt, but for the life of my I cant remember if it was a first sentence starter or a three word. Well, enjoy!

The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal a well-manicured and coifed young woman. She looked over at the biker next to her at the red light, revving her engine a little.
The weathered looking man on the bike seemed to take the bait, revving his own engine with a wolfish grin on his lips.
When the light turned green, off they went. Tired screeched, smoked billowed and the two propelled to great speeds down the straight stretch of street until the next light. The Ferrari won of course.
The young woman stopped and got out of her sports car, leaning against it as the biker came to a stop, dismounting his machine. That same wolfish grin was on his face. He knew his bike couldn’t take a car like that. What did a dame like this want with someone like him though?
The young blonde pushed away from her car, walking next to the grizzled biker, a finger running over the bikes leather seat. She batted her lashes at him. “Wanna have a good time? I really like the whole biker and smell of leather thing…turns me on…” She purred to him.
He wasn’t actually kind of shocked. He wasn’t that great looking and he knew it. But, females were funny creatures. Everyone had their fetishes as well. “Sure baby, lead the way…” He said, nodding toward her car. “I’ll try to keep up.” He chuckled.
She shook her head, running a hand over the leather vest he wore over an old denim shirt. “Naw…here. Now.” She said, pulling on his vest. She pulled him toward a darkened alley. “Make me feel dirty…” She said softly, seductively.
He hesitated for a moment, but the bulge in his pants was getting bigger the more she cooed at him.
In the safety of the shadowed alley, he took control, pressing her against the concrete wall, his hands on her hips, and his mouth on hers. Damn, she tasted good.
The young woman responded with fervor. It was all part of the deal. Bring him up, bring him up.
When his hand slid over her breast, she knew it was time.
She fisted her hands in his vest, her mouth clamping over his a bit more firm. The façade of a helpless little uptown blonde melted away, her skin turning grey, her eyes red. Her tongue, which was in his mouth at the moment, forked.
She allowed the ritual to start. She began drawing his life essence from him. That energy, spirit, whatever people want to call it.
Of course he could feel it, it was painful. He dropped to his knee and pushed her away, taking in her changed appearance. She smiled. As he opened his mouth to scream, she was upon him, mouth clamped over his to draw out that precious essence.
The man literally withered in her hold. His flesh aged, his hair greyed. Eyes rolled up into their sockets. He looked near mummified when she finally released him.
She looked down at the corpse feeling rejuvenated for now. She would be okay for another couple of days.
Taking her human guise once again, she strolled out of the alley, looking for anyone who may pose as threat or witness. When satisfied, she stepped back to her car and settled in, heading back home to the upper side of the city.
She’d be back to this side of town again. A new car. A new look. A new meal.