Gone were the scowling faces and haunted broken eyes. The photographers I was shooting with noticed first. Then my ratings on my phone sex line shot up. I guess I did my best work effortlessly when happy. Rabbit suspected that I was seeing Tatsumi. He didn’t particularly care as long as I was happy. That’s why I loved him most.

My real boyfriend, however was another matter all together. He grew up rich and even though he himself was not he acted like he had all the money in the world. He was spoiled, and I was, in his eyes, less then he deserved, so he didn’t mind making me work while he sat around and played rockstar.

Not only that, but he abused me emotionally, and I knew it. I knew exactly what was going on, but I couldn’t just leave him. Somehow despite this I felt like I was leaving a little boy who needed a mother. However, I had to live for myself as long as I could.

Drew had gone on vacation with his family so I was free to do whatever I liked. Tatsumi had invited me to stay with her. Of course Drew thought this was a purely friendly gesture. It made him relax, and assume I was safe from sexual temptation.

“Not that anyone but that stoner friend of yours would fuck you.” Drew concluded coldly. I stiffened and absorbed the remark and went about packing his suitcase.

“What are you thinking about?” Tatsumi asked stroking my arm as we cuddled on her futon in her room above the shop.

“What my life will be like.” I said softly.

“It’ll be whatever you want.” She said stroking my hair.

“I know. Free to be me.” I said turning to kiss her. Our lips met and our bodies came together. Tatsumi’s lips always tasted like sugar. Sometimes they were tinged with fruit. Right now I tasted blueberries and sugar. I wanted more. My hands pressed her against me. She licked at my lips and pushed her left leg between mine. Urgency shot through me, I was pressed against her, left to whimper into her mouth and grind my wet pussy against her knee.

Finally Tatsumi broke the kiss to whisper in my ear.

“I love you Lotus.” She said taking my earlobe in her mouth sucking on it slowly before leaving it for the exposed flesh of my neck and the expanses of my belly. That was where she truly an artist. No tattoo she could ever draw would live up to the lines her mouth could trace on my body.

“I love you too.” I said as she began he assault on my tender belly and lower.

Doing anything with Tatsumi was a bit like strapping in to ride a hurricane. Sex was especially like that. Tatsumi often said her parents tried to name her Tsunami but their parents objected.

Lucky for her.

Lucky for me as her lips and tongue trailed kisses down along my stomach and along the lines of my hips, progressively moving down. Her hands parted my thighs as she looked up, letting the tip of her tongue slowly drag down the edge of my slit. My body tightened in response, fingers grasping for anything to hold onto as a deep moan escaped my lips.

Her tongue continued to play against me, teasingly, her eyes still focused on my reactions before her fingers pulled me apart to accept her hungry, darting tongue. The playful look was gone replaced with an intense focus as she started to lap at my juices and send her tongue in for more.

My legs started to buckle as I could feel an orgasm building from her manipulations. She braced me with her hands withdrawing just enough to guide me to the bed and push me into a sitting position so she still had a good angle. I gasped again as she renewed her licking with an intense vigor, my body shaking as I fell back against the bed, clutching at the sheets.

After I came, she lingered for a moment before crawling up next to me with a wicked grin on her face. I expected the worst, but she surprised me again when she just laid next to me, wrapping her arms in mine.

As we lay in bed limbs still entwined and panting. I looked into her eyes, and saw no shame or loathing like I often saw in Drew’s eyes. Instead I saw love there, and that made me very happy.

Tatsumi was a friend of mine, a tattoo artist from Osaka. I met her through my almost boyfriend Rabbit. Tatsumi was more reliable and a lot softer than Rabbit, and we both liked Gackt and VNV Nation, so we hit it off. I liked her. Like me she liked to travel, and our idea of travel roughly consisted of, go there, live there, work make friends and, when you felt like it, move.

I had taken up a corner of Rabbit’s shop in which to read tarot cards for waiting customers at $10 a pop. I did it mostly to take a break from my usual work and to get me out of my house. I didn’t think it would go over so well. Most nights I went, I’d walk away with as much as $100 sometimes way more. Rabbit liked having me there. I suspected it was so he could watch me. See, I had a real boyfriend too, who was very bad for me.

One night after the shop had closed, Tatsumi was sitting with me while I waited for Rabbit to return from somewhere. I was shuffling my tarot deck slowly. She eyed me from across the room and made her way over to my table.

“Read my fortune,” She said in her smoky kittenish voice. I looked up at her with a smile. She had feminine features which made her faux mohawk charming and sexy. Tatsumi was the kind of girl I wanted to be a risk taker, a wild child.

“Yes,” I said quickly handing her my deck. She grabbed it, stroking my hand delicately. I watched her shuffle, it was sensual watching her fingers move. She placed the deck on the and sat in the chair across from me. Tatsumi had a look of ‘I dare you’ as she watched me.

My fingers trembled as I touched the deck; it’s familiar feel comforted me.

“What’s your question?” I asked her my voice sounded breathy.

“When are you going to have enough sense to realize Rabbit and Asshat are bad for you, and move to New York City with me?” She purred as she spoke. Numbly I pulled the top three cards and placed them face up on the table. Just as with clients I looked over the cards, preparing a story instead of just spouting off the three meanings.

“Well I see miscommunication at first but a happiness. There is a coming struggle and sadness over circumstance and situation. I see perhaps business partners who fall in love.” I said looking at her and smiling as if to ask “did I do good?”

“That’s all well and good but you miss my question.” She said licking her lips making me shiver.

“Oh,” I said with a frown reaching to put the cards back and do a reshuffle.

“No,” Tatsumi said softly reaching for my hand. “What I mean is I asked you to move with me to New York City.”

“Oh!” I said with a smile. I felt my cheeks blushing hot.

“I couldn’t impose.” I said my smile softening.

“You wouldn’t, see you need to be with someone who doesn’t impress you’re a burden upon you, you’re not.”

I was smiling and I couldn’t stop, I knew she was right. I knew my live in boyfriend hated me, but got off the power trip of keeping me like a pet. I knew Rabbit couldn’t really be more than a friend. Mostly, I knew I belonged in the city.

“So, if I said yes, what would that entail exactly,” I said putting my cards in their pouch.

“Secrecy, you are not to tell eithier boy you are leaving, they would just stop you. Although tell your mother, she might be supportive. This part is optional, I want you to consider dating me, I like you quite a bit Lotus.”

My heart pounded in my chest. She was asking me into my dream life. Living in NYC with someone I actually loved.

“Yes,” I said. Before coming around the table and hugging her, she was my best friend and she loved me more than that even. I was blissful.

The bell above the door rang as Rabbit swaggered in. I turned my smiling face toward him.

“We got to get you home Bunny, your boyfriend is calling me constantly.” Rabbit said with a sheepish smile.

“Okay.” I said letting go of her neck, and walking over to Rabbit.

My mood dampened a bit but, I realized none of it mattered. Now it was all lip service, I felt free as I waved goodbye to Tatsumi and she brazenly stuck a hundred dollar bill in my bra with a wink.

Some people are destined for greatness, some people have it thrust upon them. I was never able to tell which I was. I suppose that’s my great truth. The thing that makes me do the hero thing. Every superhero hero has reasons, no matter what they say.

I gave up my ability to walk when I became a priestess. The order of monks known as The Alabaster Lotus all give up some “ability” in order to gain another. Walking was what I gave up for precognition, it’s not a bad deal when you think about it However some people would disagree.

I was 19 when I decided to leave The Alabaster Lotus Temple and go back to New York City. My parents had sent me to live in the temple fearing mob threats when I was seven. It took the mob twelve years to make good but, when they did I figured it was safe to come home. My choice was not rational, try to stop the things I saw from happening. Again not many people would make that choice.
What can I say? I’m weird. I had heard that in NYC there were others like me who stood up for what was right. Vigilantes, sure but that will happen in a corrupt society.
Coming home is never easy. I couldn’t exactly go out and get a 9 to 5 job. Nor could I put out a sign “psychic crime fighter” . I settled on “psychic reader” instead. I could help people all the time. Both turned into full time jobs with a myriad of colorful individuals, with all the messed up relationships and heartaches involved in keeping a double life.
It sure was fun to watch though. I guess I could be considered a voyeur. Not in that creepy sexual way. At least not all the time, only sometimes. Most people probably assumed I was some straight laced nun type, they would be wrong.

———-

It wasn’t intentional, it really wasn’t, she just got to me. Although if anyone finds out the rumors will fly. Yes, I am still mad about Nightshade, livid, I’d say. But, this thing, this affair is not about that. I’m not vindictive well, at least not terribly vindictive.
Nightshade would still be my lover and friend and I wouldn’t be having to work with the other woman , Pretty Blackbird it sucked. That’s how it’d be in a perfect world. The world as I knew it was never perfect. Superheroes were in short supply in New York City. I knew Pretty Blackbird was hot and heavy with Mysstery but, let’s be clear on this, I did not start this Mysstery did.

Pretty Blackbird, Witch Lynx and I worked together, a trio of super heroines, the papers had dub us the “Fallen Angels” I however had that name. Right now I was researching some leads on a new designer drug on the streets. I had a name.

Nepenthe. How was it made, who was behind this? I was being particularly naughty I was surfing porn while I searched for leads. I figured hey, it was technically my “off” time.

It’s late, after midnight when I sense her there. Nightshade, she’s not, although she is good.
“Come on out Mysstery , I know you’re there.” my voice sounds tired but there’s a hint of something else.
“Can’t fool you, I suppose.” She said walking up behind me putting her hands on my shoulders.
“I practically grew up around Mr. ‘I am The Night’.” I said relaxing into her hands. “Victoria, what information do you need?” I said with a sigh. Even with as well adjusted as I am . Sometimes a girl needed to be liked for herself.
She leaned down I could feel her lips on my ear. She must have removed the mask.
“I need something, my dear Anya.” She said grabbing my chair pulling me back. Spinning me around to face her. Her lips muffled the gasp. She kissed me like a man starving for his last meal.
“And it’s Vic, please.”
She pulled me against her, pulling me forward. With my free hand I undid the seatbelt able to lean forward even further. Her hand stroked my cheek. Even though I could do it myself I yielded to Vic and She took me in his arms. Vic was teaching me that I could bend and not break. Something I had forgotten.
She laid me out on the bed and walked away. I was propping myself up and I starting to take off my shirt.
“Don’t you dare.” She said as she shrugged off her trench coat. My hands fell to my sides.
My breath caught as I watched Vic strip. I could try to convince myself I didn’t love her. She was paying me for my information. Except this time I gave her nothing.

That threw me.

My heart was beating faster, my pussy quivered tightening. The panic must have been visible on my face. Mysstery knelt on the bed, crawling closer to me. She unbuttoned my jeans pulling them them down to my knees.
“Ugh, panties.” She snatched them down quickly pushing them off my legs.
“Don’t wear panties next time. In fact, never wear panties again.”
I simply nodded as his hands caressed my body. As Mysstery she could be very patient do what needed to be done. Here, as Vic, in moments like these she never was.
“I never know when you’re going to show up.” I whispered.
“So, quit wearing panties.” She said slapping my wet pussy with her left hand. My hips rose up in response. Mysstery could play my body like a violin.
I tried to respond but, I found words ineffective, so I just nodded. Vic kissed my lips as she crawled over my body. He knelt between my thighs and lifted my shirt off my chest.
I was feeling need. Vic always got me worked up, she kissed over my face and neck. Then I felt her teeth. She was biting my neck hard. Her hand tangled in my hair, as she pulled my head over to get better access to my neck. My eyes shuttered tightly, hands equally trying to pull him closer and push him away from my neck at the same time. A moment later, I felt her strong hands take my wrists and pin them next to either side of my head, sapping the rest of my mobility as he kissed down between my breasts, following the curve of my stomach down.
Her lips sent electric shocks down my body. My pussy started to soak from her kisses. I needed to touch her, but her hands kept my wrists pinned down hard. She knew what she was doing to me. The sensation of being helpless was just as arousing as her touch.
“Vic,” I said, arching as much as I could beneath his ravenous consuming kisses burning a trail towards my pussy. She let go of my wrists and I stretched them above my head, groaning lightly as the trail of sensation went lower. Hesitantly, I looked down at her to see her parting my thighs. I could feel her rough hands them.

Mysstery was unpredictable I felt guilty that I was enjoying her without giving her anything first. Her tongue trailed over my clit teasing at me with a chuckle.
“Anya, you have to learn, you are enough. Now, lets see that pussy.” She said spreading my legs wider. Her tongue jabbed at pussy lips tracing them with careful precision. She giggled at seeing my neatly trimmed landing strip revealing that my red hair was not from a bottle. I moaned arching my back as she sucked my clit hard. My hips pushed closer and closer. My need took over my fingers pulled her closer.
Her fingers crammed their way into my tight fuckhole. I moaned as she finger fucked my pussy. It’d been awhile, so i needed this. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, my pussy making a sort of wet sucking sound

***

Mysstery was gone when I woke up. No note, or trace that she’d ever even been there. It was all just as well I did have a client coming round. I looked at the clock. 9:30 AM. My client was due at 10 AM, good thing I worked great under pressure.

Right on time my 10 o’clock arrived. She was vaguely Asian looking with long straight black hair and the deepest brown eyes I’d ever seen. During her reading I could barely keep focused.

“What’s in store for me?” She said handing me a birthday reading gift certificate. From that moment I was enraptured.
“Let’s just see.” I said taking the gift certificate from her. My hand bumped hers. Sending images of her with another woman making love. In the next flash they are yelling at each other and the auburn haired girl with the heavy kohl lined eyes is leaving. I gasped leaving my customer blinking at me.

I’d like to say the reading was uneventful but that girl was in for quite the year. I didn’t want to but I was picking up bits and pieces about my team’s pressing matter. This girl could be of used to me, when she was ready for it. She seemed to be willing to get in worse trouble for less.

I chuckled at the thought of that, after she’d left of course. I had an unusual number of walk-ins it seemed. Pretty Blackbird was livid by the time my last client left. She had been trying to reach me all day. Something big was up that was for sure.
“What?” I said finally putting on my ear piece.
“Took you long enough Answer.” She said sounding snide. Yeah, she hated me this much, just imagine if she knew about Mysstery. I just bet I’d be treated so much better.
“My clients come first.” I said coldly wanting to nip the cat fight in the bud.
“Whatevs, listen you know congressman Vance Decamp?” She said like she was really about to dish some major gossip.
“Well, his daughter Melly, is in county for possession.”
“Of?” I prompted.
“Nothing, well I’ve heard its a demon.” She said sounding actually happy.
The supernatural disturbances seemed to ramping up around the city lately. I didn’t come here to fight the supes but, if this was where we were needed so be it. After all superheroes didn’t get to choose their rouges gallery.
“Well, shit. Call Kat?” i said, I really was gobsmacked on this one.
“Calling Witchy Poo, see you in 40.” Blackbird hung up.

The Director seems like a real winner too, in that way where he isn’t, he can’t even figure out how to construct a dvd to save his life! It’s absolutely ridiculous he puts model interviews over sex scenes. To add to that he degrades the actresses intelligence, which by the way only makes him look stupid. Why bring up Charles Dickens in a porn interview anyway? Maybe if you were doing something with a schoolgirl feel, but what kind of interview is that for an amateur porn? If you’re not smart it’s going to show and annoy the viewers at home who aren’t looking for quiz shows.

The scenes themselves have no actual point. They just appear to be put together and taken out of context so that the seeming movement of the scenes will mask the lackluster performances or even remotely match with the atrocious music. Seriously girls, what’s the deal with the lotion? It really wasn’t sexy.

That five hour porn really isn’t a good deal when you have to watch it with the sound off and the fast forward ready.

Kuro, new to this blog but not new to my life. He was my Master at one point. My submissive at another point. My friend through it all. He pushes ALL my bad girl buttons. He is delicious. He also needs to be added to the cast list.

The Brit, the British Dom I’ve been seeing. Very lovely man. I didn’t really seem as being sexual in the first place. Boy, was I wrong! He rings my little bells, tingly all over type stuff. Not only that the boy loves to cuddle.

Carys, keeps me sane. Carys is like my wife and she is the BEST wife. She also draws my words into pretty pictures. She’s also helping me launch two NEW projects. She and Babykat are making me a better version of my Domina self. All you boys blame them!

The Work

2010 brings more and interesting things for me and this site. More Geisha Speak podcast and new erotic hypnosis mp3s. Email me with suggestions please. Also new video clips. Including a chat show on you tube talking (mostly!) erotica books. Maybe some erotic hypnosis videos…if you’re all good. So, be good!!

Nepenthe #2 is being written and put together. So, more Lux Shimshi goodness to come. As well as not one but two comics…to be revealed later. That means be on the look out!

Til later…

When I first saw her I was smitten. Her glasses were adorable, a lot of girls would take their glasses off. She didn’t, that made her my kind of girl. I was happier knowing she was out there. Then I started following her on Twitter, she made me smile, I’d flirt, she’d flirt back.
I started to wonder how she did hypnosis, not just out professional curiosity either. I started to want to feel her, I’d only ever been hypnotized by two people my dad, a vegas stage hypnotist and a friend a few years ago who showed me the erotic side.
I felt kind of bad, wanting her that way, I couldn’t pay her, and to be honest it would hurt being just a client. However being her plaything, something to help her tease boys and get more money, that was okay. I jokingly told her this idea, when she seemed intrigued I admit it, I did a happy dance.

Today was the day. We both put aside our “work schedules” and had a little chat. I was nervous, which makes me sound like a teenager and brings out my slight British accent. We talked as she set up recording equipment. I felt at ease and even comfortable.
I started to close my eyes and listened. Her voice drifted to my ears and made me feel at ease. I surrendered to the induction, my body following her guiding, relaxing inch by inch. When my body relaxed, I found myself getting lost in her words that had quickly lost their meaning to my conscious mind. The harmony of her voice kept me deep in trance.
Time was irrelevant. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or even if Zusa had brought me back up from the trance. I lingered for a moment, before her voice finally reached my conscious mind.

“Lola, are you okay?” I opened my eyes slowly as she spoke.
“Yes, Zusa I’m fine.” I answered back feeling absolutely fine, for once.
“Okay, you were gone there for a moment.” She said laughing a bit.
“I was up all night talking to Nick, sorry.” I blushed a little as I spoke it’s true once I start talking I don’t shut up unless nervous, like now.
“It’s okay, I kind of enjoy the ‘Nick’ stories on your site.”
Oh, Zusa had read my site…I swallowed back a squee of happiness.
“Anyway..” Zusa said bringing my attention back to her. “How about some ice cream?” I felt a cold shiver rip down my spine, it was delicious, I whimpered.
“Got your attention do I?” Her voice took on a purring quality.
“Yes.” I said softly.
“Good girl.” Fuck, I liked hearing her say that. Okay, I wondered if she wanted an internet girlfriend. The idea made me chuckle.
“What?” She asked.
“Nothing, really.”
“So, are you going to share this recording with your Nick or possibly this “Daddy” you keep tweeting about? I blushed and moaned.
“Unless you say I can’t.”
“Oh, no, he should enjoy what a fine submissive he has, and how else would you explain the wet panties?” Zusa spoke slowly, she was pushing buttons. I was tingling. I didn’t think I could tell Nick about this, I’d email the file when I’m sure he’d be too busy, maybe it’d get buried?

The whole submissive thing wasn’t something I normally felt, let alone for more than one person at a time. But, if they both wanted me, maybe we’d all work something out. For now, I was just enjoying it.

“Lola, I want you to tell me why you deserve to orgasm.” Zusa said patiently.
I could’ve give her a good answer and I didn’t want to try to make up something totally lame.
So, I said:

“I don’t deserve to orgasm Mistress but, should you allow me to I will do so with you in mind and only should you choose.”
She paused thoughtfully and sighed softly.

“That, is the best answer I have ever got, sugar.”
That word set off something in my pussy, I groaned. Then a scream erupted from my lips. My body was hot like a fire, then suddenly it was gone. I was sated but, it felt hollow. I licked my lips.
“Hello.” I whispered.
“I’m still here, I was just listening.” Zusa said breathily.
I gripped my phone tighter wondering if this was how my boys felt calling me. More importantly I wondered how she felt but, as usual was too timid to ask.
I sighed, relieved, she wasn’t scolding me nor did she hang up, so I must be doing something right.
“That was fun.” I declared. I stopped myself from talking anymore.
“Yes, didn’t you think it would be?”
“I get nervous…”
“It’s okay” Zusa said softly, almost like a verbal hair ruffle.

Oh man, was I in for trouble.

1899, She would see the dawn of a brand new century. It was almost amazing. Leo was born in 1800 in London youngest daughter to a well-known family of textile merchants. Never in her youth could she imagine something this wondrous. Living forever, seeing the world, having whatever she wanted. She felt more like a goddess than a merchant’s daughter!

The sound of his heartbeat resonated in her ears as she kissed him softly. She could almost taste his pulse as her red lips touched his neck. The cool night air brushed her bare back, with a sudden rush of courage her teeth sunk into his beefy neck. Blood rushed into her so quickly the vampire was almost swimming. Leo let him go gently he seemed to be all right. So she turned and headed toward the shadows.

Leo was longing for companionship decided to go and visit the pub down the street from her flat. She took a seat in the back where she was sure she would not be noticed.

“Excuse me mademoiselle?” Leo turned and to her absolute surprise to see a young boy of twenty smiling at her.

“Yes?” she didn’t do a good job at hiding the shock in her voice.

He sat in the booth across from her “I saw you and I knew I had to speak with you.”

Leo smiled nervously “why?” she asked.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in this pub.” His smile was absolutely beautiful it sparkled with a certain charisma.

Leo smiled a secret delighted smile. “Oh really?” she giggled covering her mouth in her delicately manicured hands.

” My name is Aris.” He said taking her hand.

“Leo.” A slow smile came across her face.

He kissed her hand “that’s a man’s name.”

” I don’t think so, its unique.” She stood up and started walking out the door. Aris followed quickly behind her, he was struggling to keep up. London was cold this time of year

“Leo, don’t go, please.” Aris gripped her arm. She turned to look at him, he had a determined look in his eyes she could tell he wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of.

“Aris I have to get home.” Her lips dropped to a pout, As Aris watched her candy apple red lips. Desire to taste that candy welled up in him as he gazed into her violet eyes. Leo pulled him into her embrace and she kissed him. She pulled away almost as quickly as she started.

“You can come with.” She said pulling him along the streets, almost quicker than he could walk.

Present day

Her violet eyes were always watching. Looking at the world around her, keeping her pretty eyes on her children. Only one was hers directly, and that was Aris. Aris on the other hand had six to his credit. No matter she watched them all. This night she was watching Celina, her favorite.

Celina was sitting in a café watching the mortals pass her by.

“Leo.” Celina called to her mentally ” I know you’re here, come sit with me and tell me where you’ve been.” Leo smiled her mischievous smile walking over to Celina. Celina was very pretty with her long black hair, which she kept in a tight braid, her glowing brown eyes filled with glee when she saw Leo.

“I’ve missed you.” Celina hugged Leo tight. Being this close to Celina made Leo feel much better than she’s felt in twenty years or more.

“How have you been my lady?” Celina asked while pretending to sip her tea.

“Lonely, but I’ve been fine.” Lonely just didn’t seem to cover it but she didn’t want to upset little Celina.

“No you haven’t, I can tell.” Celina clasped Leo’s hands. Kissing them gently.

“Celli, a matron’s life is a lonely one that’s all there is to it.” She smiled weakly. Celina looked at her lovingly “you don’t have to be alone, I’d be with you.” Leo’s heart stopped when she said that. Celina was very serious about that and had been for quite sometime.

“It would be far to indulgent of me Celli.” The old vampire sighed her heart was burdened with both love and lust for Celina.

Celina just sighed and leaned forward and kissed Leo quite fiercely. Leo couldn’t pull away Celina held her with all her strength.

Aris was sitting on Celina’s bed when the two women reached her flat. He sat watching them for a few moments until he couldn’t stand it. The joy he felt seeing them especially together made him elated yet sad because he’d forgotten why he left either of them.

“Hello ladies.” His voice low and soothing, but the smile on his faced showed his predatory nature, his smile was hungry as his eyes beheld his maker for the first time in fifty years.

“Aris, my boy, how have you been?” Leo asked coolly, her eyes blazed like violet flames. Celina slowly put her arm around Leo.

“I’ve been well, my kitten.” He smiled that smug smile that drove Leo crazy for almost a century.

“Don’t do that, please Aris.” Leo smiled sweetly her usual response to his annoying attitude.

It was Celina who voiced the question in Leo’s mind first. “Just what are you doing here Aris?” her voice trembled a bit but was still steady in its conviction. Aris flung himself back up on the bed propping himself up by the elbows. “I’m here to seek the help of my kindred, namely you two.”

Leo stood in front of him she looked like a stone statue of Aphrodite gazing down upon him. His spine shook with lust.
“What do you seek?” she asked softly there was a strange chill to her which made the hairs on both Celina and Aris’ neck stand on end.

His eyes went cold. “It’s Nathalie, she’s gone mad.” His voice sounded sad and weak. Celina’s face knotted up in confusion it was obvious Celina hadn’t kept up with Aris that well. Leo sat quiet looking at him trying to remember what she knew of Nathalie.

“Did you Change her properly?” Leo knelt over him peering deep into his eyes trying to see his memory. Of course she could, she saw Nathalie as a mortal girl.

Nathalie was eighteen very fair, blonde, and blue eyed. She was one of the popular girls at her school that being said she still very sweet and good-natured. She fell in love with Aris after meeting him at a poetry reading in the park. It was all very story bookish.

“Of course I did I made her the same way I made Celina, Serenity, Ginger, and all the others the same way you made me.” He said rather defensively.

Leo ran her hands up his torso slowly teasing him “Okay, okay no need to get bent.”

Aris looked at her like she was absolutely crazy.

“Bent?” he repeated the unfamiliar terminology.

“Its 20th century slang meaning, upset.” Leo planned a wet kiss on his cheek.

Celina watched them smiling fondly.

“Was she unstable before you made her, did she suffer from depression or anything?” Celina walked over and sat on the bed. He turned his head to look at her.

“None that I know of.” He shrugged sadly.

“Where is she now?” Leo asked him while grabbing her coat.

“I have her chained to her bed, in my townhouse.” He said with his full attention on Celina who looked horrified. Leo’s mouth dropped in shock, but then she smiled to reassure Celina.

“That’s the best thing.” She said walking over to Celina.

“That’s sadistic…” Celina protested like a three year old would over not getting a cookie.

“Celli” Leo stroked her hair gently “it’s better than leaving her to terrorize the city.” Aris nodded in agreement.

Aris’ townhouse was in downtown Chicago, a very lavish townhouse with very luxurious appointments, no one would ever suspect him of vampirism. Leo was surprised to see a lot of the furniture was saved from the flat they shared in London. The three vampires walked up the stairs to Nathalie’s room. Aris opened the door quickly as if she would leap out and attack them, but she didn’t. Leo ran in the room first.

Nathalie sat her arms handcuffed to the bedpost, she wriggled and writhed trying to break free she could tell Aris had also secured around the waist and legs. She writhed on the bed trying to break free growling like a fierce animal. Nothing like the Nathalie Leo saw in Aris’ subconscious. Leo slowly peeled off her coat looking directly into the newly made vampire’s eyes. “Shhh” she said in her most soothing voice “We aren’t going to hurt you.” The young vampire bit at Leo’s hand as she tried to touch the girl. Aris jumped pulling Leo away.

“See, after all these years you still protect me.” She grinned

Aris just grinned, as he looked at his former lover her red hair shown in the harsh electric light, it looked lovely but he remembered the way her body looked bathed in candlelight. Leo felt him sigh and his body stiffen. She wondered if just for a moment she could fuck him in front of Celli and the raving Nathalie.

“Fuck him.” A beastly voice sounding voice coming from the bed. Aris looked down at Leo a mixture of madness and love in his eyes. her panties grew wet as Aris kissed down her neck ripping open her blouse. hungryily he sucked at her nipples. Leo moaned as her once beloved aris drew blood from her nipple. Celina was over come by the sight something took ahold of her and she flew between Leo’s thighs she started to lick at at Leo’s clit, Leo moaned loudly.

“No.” Leo resisted throwing Aris on his back. He looked startled. Leo jumped on the bed immediately.

“Aris, if you cant save her, we’ll have to kill her.”

“No….” growled Nathalie.

“No?” Leo smiled seeing some humanness. “Well Nathalie help me.”

Nathalie writhed and twisted under Leo.

“Listen to me.” Said Leo looking into the girl’s jewel eyes. ” Aris loves you, or else he would not have given you this gift.”

Nathalie’s body went cold and she stopped moving, her head lulled to the left.

Leo slowly slid off the bed. Going over to Celina hugging her close Celina started to shake violently with great heaving sobs.

“It will be alright Celli as long as she remembers she’s loved.” She looked back to Aris and gave him a wink. “Let’s go leave Aris with his love.”

The two bands prior didn’t really do much for me. The thing is, Astrid PIerce (band, not a person) tried to be good, but something smacks of trying too hard. It really showed. Catastrophe left me there alone, can you believe that?

Aside from that, I came up with the greatest idea ever. I want to start a band and come up with all these songs with set titles, then when I perform live, mumble the titles. So, that way, when someone goes “Did you say, Purple Monkey Dish Fucker?” I’d say “Yes, yes I did.” and watch their friends also misinterpret the title just the same like, “I thought she said Dumble Crump Smacker.” To which I would respond positively to that, to further fuck with them.

Though, Bits and Pisces is rocking. Miles above Catastrophe’s old band. Though, I think there need to be more songs about masturbation. (Hint Hint Catastrophe)

There was this really pretty girl there who looked like a young Sylvie Kristel. Think Emmanuelle.
I could not resist. Well, I could have and probably should have. But, I didn’t. The Trash Bar is one of those places where you have to get right on top of someone to talk. So, Jak had left, I’m not quite sure where he went off too. So, Emmanuelle took her chance, saying she knew this place close by. She took me to an Indian restaurant.
I must admit I was very confused.
She lead me back to the bathrooms. The ladies room was out of order. This girl was a fucking genius! We used a broom (or a mop?) to block the door just in case. Let me say, I’ve only ever given a guy a blow job in public. I was sitting on the toilet he popped his cock in my mouth.

The logistics of what she wanted were eluding me. My nervousness kicked in, I suddenly wished a man was there…
She hopped on the toilet gripping the hand rails at either side. I undid her impossible bondage pants. She wore no panties and was waxed. I kissed her above her pubic bone then slid my tongue down tapping her clit with it.
she spread her thighs but I couldn’t reach anymore. I left her wanting more, I knew she wanted me but, I had 20 minutes tops…so I licked her clit and didn’t let up. Until she came.

I never did ask her name.

All in all, it was an awesome night. Despite the fact that I’m now sick and stuck in bed..
It’s okay, I could use time off.

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The idea was simple enough. Halloween is the night spirits were so easy to contact, non gifted people could pull them free. A hellacious time to be a medium. Unlike my ex-girlfriend Lux I kept it secret. I worked as a body piercer pomading to almost every shop in NYC. No one knew what I did ever, except Lux.
She knew I was the city’s number one , and only as far as I knew supplier of Nepenthe a very sought after drug. One version made normal people see the dead. The other could make you forget. Boom, one dose and you could forget that ex or whatever you wanted. This was why I was alone.

So, tonight I stayed home. Arranged my Samhain blessing candle on my altar. I lit a few others, those ghost ones, this time of year I always stock up. I like them, they’re cute. I stood in my living room in candle lit darkness, wearing a black satin floor length night gown. I looked classy but with just an air of slutishness. I climbed up on my glass coffee table.

I wondered if The Shado was amused, or would he be more aroused seeing me like this?

I closed my eyes and concentrated. My heart was still beating, that was good at the very least. My body flushed, the a bride waiting for her groom. Is that what this was? I felt the first caress, grave cold fingers caressed me. I shivered, my pussy quaked. Usually I did this while sleeping, I started to wonder in this instance if this was why.
Did I like this?
Did I like being a rent girl for every random specter? The ghostly fingers trailed down my body pressing the satin into me touching my softness.
Another one took me by the arms holding me back. The first was massaging my pussy. He growled, there was something primal about this.
He needed me. I needed my pussy was wet, I wanted it not to be desperately. I wanted to hate this. Convince myself I wasn’t a monster.
But, His prick filled my pussy and I cried out. I was a monster like Lux thought, and I wasn’t a very good lesbian to boot. I craved his cock I wanted more. I was growing impatient.
My head lulled to the side and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It looked bizarre I was up in midair my night gown up over my ass. Suddenly he jerked my head up back to him.
He had a five o’clock shadow and piercing blue eyes that glowed with an unnatural light. He slammed his hips into mine fucking me harder and faster. Ectoplasm mixed with my cunt juice poured on to my glass coffee table. He smirked as he battered my pussy. I cared less about collection and more about my orgasm.
“Fuck.” I gasped. My eyes fluttering and my mouth opening sighing quietly. My spasmed and I thrashed screaming like a caged wild animal. Was I trying to break free?

Darkness closed in, Dare out.

It was still dark when I came to the left me laying neatly on my couch. I looked over at the coffee table ectoplasm had been wiped clean. My heart sunk but, my pussy seemed happy about it. Slowly I rose to my feet walking to my bathroom.
Something seemed curious from my vantage point on the toilet. Carefully I looked over expecting the worst. Inside my bathtub there was a quarter inch layer of pink Nepenthe. I was on easy street, all I needed to do was bottle it. Of course I’d only report a quarter of this to The Shado.

A girl needed her secrets.

“Thank you” I whispered.
“You’re welcome.” A male voice came from behind me. I shivered slightly.
“You know” He continued speaking. “I’ve never had a human love slave”
“And you won’t have me.” I said seeing him.
“If you stick with me and pleasure me, I’ll make you wealthy and rid you of the human you fear.”

My heart stopped, could he rid me of The Shado? Ghosts really can’t lie, that’s why I liked them. They could bend the truth but, not lie. The way he said it seemed like he was certain.
“If I agree, will you really help me?” I said my voice came out small and suddenly I felt weak.
“Trust me, choose to be my lover, and I’ll protect you.” He said smirking.
“I don’t even know your…” He put his cold fingers to my lips.
“It’s Todd, Todd Merriman.”
So, here it was Samhain and I was about to change myself. This was forever. I said the only thing I could say. “Yes, Todd.”
I felt the energy shift. Todd pushed him on to me, he was attaching himself to my black cat charm.
It was done. We belonged to each other. Great, I was officially the world’s worst lesbian.