"I thought vampires were men," I stammered. "With fangs. Who sucked the blood out of your neck. Like Dracula." The beautiful, pale brunette who called herself “The Countess Valencia” smirked. Her face was inches from mine; her eyes were mesmerizing. Her scent was intoxicating. Her presence, powerful. "Blame it on those stupid, male chauvinist Victorians," she said. "When a few idiots caught wind of our little society in t...

Roses are red Halloween's not far Ghosts and goblins? No! VAMPIRES star! -- The intimate sharing Of pulsing life force Erotic extremes With no remorse -- No gushing fountain But a tiny stream Entices arousal In a magic dream -- As hands caress Erogenous zones Lustful throbbing Seeps into our bones -- Sipping elixirs From sources mixed: From pierced veins And legs, betwixt -- Each sense trembles With electric force A whirl...

His steel hardness pulsed inside of me, my pleasure nub rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone. "You'll stay still." "Yes," I moaned softly in a divinely erotic trance, completely surrendering to his commanding presence. His lips brushed against my neck, causing me to tremble in anticipation of his bite. The pain from his fangs piercing my skin was exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through my v...

As I lower my hips onto your lap, your thick desire slides into my wet folds. Ravenously lapping up the salty beads of sweat cascading down your neck, I savor your fear inextricably entwined with your longing. My starved lips press against your carotid, throbbing with your racing pulse as my fangs pierce the soft skin and metallic ambrosia slowly fills my mouth. Your seed warms up my lifeless body as I greedily absorb eve...

My footsteps echoed in the corridor as I approached the Wayback version of the Infernal. Unlike back home at Time Central Station, the hallway was bereft of others hustling about. Other than the clomp-clap of my rubber-soled, era-appropriate shoes and the flapping of a leather backpack matching every step, my only company was James excitedly pontificating "our" plans. His too-loud voice droned on, but I paid his words lit...

My chamber was comfortable enough, consisting of one barren-walled square room with a small wooden table, a few matching chairs, a luxurious bed, and a food area with some ancient metal box that kept foodstuff cold. There was a primitive drink dispenser beside that and a radiation-box, that they used to call a nuke, to warm up any food I might desire. Most happily, a small, simple door led to my own personal lavatory and...

Glinda, a lesbian submissive Vampire, was enjoying Kinktober. So far, without uttering her safeword, she had gone down on thirteen menstruating witches, been whipped by a Fairy, gotten branded and swallowed live piss from a Succubus. Candace, her owner, was going all-out, pushing every limit she could imagine; she'd been trying to break the dirty little slut for years. That's it! This would wring the safeword from her pet...

Miriam Cohen was gobsmacked: mother had arranged a valentine's date for her. Not with a random young man, of course; rather, mama confided, in hushed tones, that David’s mother had confided, in hushed tones, “Doctor potential.” He was intuitive, recognising Miriam’s filial piety to the rigmarole surrounding a maternally arranged rendezvous on Valentine’s Day. And the well-judged gift, a history book, got her nattering. So...

Present Day, February 14, 2023 Vena Closing my eyes, I replace it with something darker. Hips swaying to the beat, hands following my curves. One moment all I feel is the music, the next it’s him. His eyes on me. The burn of his lustful staring. The shivers from his sinful gaze on my flesh leaving behind goosebumps. Slowly I open my eyes, adjusting to the flashing colours. Settling on a distinct electric blue. Even in thi...

Naomi was an old and venerable Vampire. It was 1975, and she had heard of a new machine she just HAD to see. The counter-girl told her it was impossible; no appointment was available. She could have used filthy lucre, but preferred using her feminine charms instead. She feasted her gaze upon the pretty young clerk. Cupping her breast, she mentally forced an orgasm upon the girl, drinking in her delight. The discombobulate...

The balloon. Bearing the message, “Happy Valentine’s Day," it bobbed in the breeze created by the slightly open front door. It was helpless, a victim to any passing waft of air, but tethered down by its plastic cord to a shiny weight supplied by The Greetings Card Company. The rose petals. Like drops of blood, they splashed across the polished wooden floorboards of the hall and up the cream stair carpet, staining it with...