A Halloween Bedtime Story

Mia froze, held her breath. Listened.

The encroaching night pressed in on her, warm, humid…silent, the wild thumping of her heart the only sound that broke its canopied darkness. She turned a slow circle, eyes probing the trees and dense underbrush crowding the running trail, alert for the tiniest movement, the rustle of a branch, the turn of a leaf.

She let out her pent breath, along with a nervous laugh. She had only imagined the soft footfalls pacing her, that crisp snap of a twig. Nothing stirred in the moon-dappled shadows.

With a shake of her head, she set off down the path once more in an easy jog. But her mind wasn’t easy; heat knifed between her shoulder blades, as if eyes were boring into her back. The sweat beading her body turned cold. Goose flesh prickled her arms.

More times than she could count, she had run this trail as twilight was bleeding into night. But this was the first time she had felt anxious, almost…afraid. Continue reading “A Halloween Bedtime Story”

Bloody Date

A sexy and sassy babe to a party did go
Started to pursue a hunk named Beau
Thoughts of him nude
Doing things to her rude
Made her quite wet and hot down below

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A strong woman she was so she made the first play
By the stroke of midnight she wanted to go all the way
Have her bottom spanked red
Then be tied to the bed
And climax after climax till the break of day

She thought she was doing everything right
Then kissed him with tongue and got such a fright
She felt sudden pangs
After tonguing his fangs
And the taste of her blood brought him instant delight

What human could she tell that wouldn’t call her a liar?
And what of her urge, now a full-blown desire?
“Before me now kneel
I’ll feast and I’ll feel
And you’ll be the slave of a Master Vampire”

Normally, she’d love to submit to a sexy man
Especially a stud with a very firm hand
She always did yearn
For a naughty girl’s turn
Across the lap of a spanking artisan

But warning signs flashed when she looked in a mirror
And only female images did not disappear
Is it enough evidence
To label all of the gents?
Perhaps not, but something in the situation was quite queer

Did he lust for her body or simply her blood?
Would she wake up in bed or face down in the mud?
Would this man of girls’ dreams
Invoke nothing but screams
Leaving her naked corpse covered in crud?

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“Will you be mine tonight?” she now heard him query
And who could begrudge her for feeling quite leery?
He asked if she’d strip
She replied rather flip
“Bite me!” which sparked a change in him evil and eerie

He gripped her hair and pulled back her head
Exposing her tender neck, her eyes full of dread
He bit her soft flesh
Blood savory and fresh
But the feigned fear in her eyes turned to excitement instead

For she too had more than a secret to tell
Omega to an Alpha with a blood lust to kill
A bite on her neck
Is like a love peck
It makes werewolf bitches horny as hell

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She transformed in an instant all fur and desire
With love for her Alpha, heart burning like fire
He’d see to her needs
For doing her deeds
So she howled for her bitches to slay every vampire

They played their parts well as they came to the dance
Playing lusty females seeking a night of romance
But they came for meat
A wolf pack must eat
But their feast and fling took on an air of necromance

I was warned not to tell how the blood bath did end
Too many on both sides have wounds that will mend
But if you get an itch
To bite the neck of a bitch
Her blood lust will boil, and to hell you’ll descend

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No Need For Words

[This is dedicated with unconditional love to kat: my soul-mate, my best friend, my confidante, my creative partner and muse, and my adventurous, playful, and sexy adorable sub.]

We are writers, you and I
but we have no need for words to confirm our love
We have confirmation in every movement
and each mannerism
We do not move to depart
but to get closer… close enough to touch
And unlike others who smile at the appropriate times
we appear to have perpetual smiles
Forever smiling
“Smiling at nothing” some would say
But you and I know better… the Truth
Whether alone or in a crowd
every thought we have of each other;
me of you… and you of me
arouse the smiles that never leave
And what do we learn from the eyes that beam?
Mine like the Alpha wolf
bright in the night… ready to bay at the moon
A midnight howl – before an all night prowl
in and around, up and down
every curve, hill, and valley of his loving mate
And yours; the glistening green cat-eyes
so alive at the point of spotted prey –
ready to pounce…
a playful pounce upon your lover
Your Alpha… whose prowling your body
has aroused it well
And such loving eyes rarely blink;
with strong contact – focused
taking each other in
never wanting to miss a single moment with their mate
When eyes beam… cheeks glow,
red – inflamed – bright;
burning with the fever of love
And how many times have we taken
large, deep, savoring breaths?
Satisfying sighs after satisfying thoughts
How often do we succumb to yearning looks?
And do you often lick your lips as I do mine?
Or unconsciously part our lips,
as if in preparation
for a kiss… a lick… a nibble?
Or an outright bite?
Have you felt a new bounce in your step, baby?
I’ve definitely felt one in mine – as if walking on air;
speeding my journey towards you
Our bodies act like a magnet or compass,
leaning, pulling, pointing to each other
And touching has become a necessity –
an addiction – an obsession
From gentle caresses to passionate play
Or quiet times with your head in my lap
or mine on your sexy bottom
Or cheek-to-cheek
or spooning
Naked or otherwise
Neither of us can walk by
or pass the other
without reaching out
and making contact
A loving reassuring touch
And I love how you prefer the best seat in the house;
sitting on my lap,
leaning against my chest,
resting your head on my shoulder
Even in public we always sit side-by-side,
touching leg-to-leg;
close enough to hear each other breathe,
to feel every vibration
when your body makes the slightest move
And we become intoxicated
with pheromones – in each other’s essence
Each of our senses keenly attune
to each other
So familiar
You – so like me
Me – so like you
Perfect compatibility
All evidence of two… forever gone
Now and forever
we are one
Yes; confirmed with our bodies,
with our body language,
our mannerisms:
without words

But we are both writers,
saving our words
for another time