I love writing humorous stories about mature women exploring their sexuality. Add in a horny and frustrated demon and who knows what will happen
She is stretched naked across the altar as he approaches.
I love writing humorous stories about mature women exploring their sexuality. Add in a horny and frustrated demon and who knows what will happen
She is stretched naked across the altar as he approaches.
Following in from my post Sexy Demons Incubi and Succubi another group of naughty and often horny supernaturals are sexy faeries spirits and ghosts.
Tending to be more mischievous and less malevolent than demons spirits and faeries are ideal subjects for the writer of erotica, although researching tales and fables will reveal that they can also reek a certain amount of mayhem.
I have included ghosts in this post as the entities I write about may or may not fall into this category. I love to leave the reader with the question was that character just fucked by a real person, a ghost or a supernatural being?
I love the idea of the living interacting with the transcendent and since what I write here is erotica a lot of that interaction is going to involve sex. When your characters are not bound by the constraints of the physical world It gives the writer freedom to let their mind wander into a myriad of ‘what ifs’.
My latest book, The Iron Tongue of Midnight, looks at faeries from another angle. What if they do exist, but they are beings from another dimension?
If you are wondering where the title came from it’s part of a quote from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
Lovers to bed; ‘tis almost fairy time
A Midsummer Night’s Dream – William Shakespeare
I love the chaos of this play generated by the interaction between earthly and ethereal characters. The use of love spells and the blurring of the boundaries between reality and dreams all inspired my story.
I have included ghosts in this article because it is often difficult to distinguish between what is a spirit, a faerie or a ghost. In Release Me, is Celia is submitting to a ghost, a spirit, a real person or is her lover just in her imagination?
We all see or experience events in life that, initially, appear as unexplained. There is usually a rational explanation but, by the time I have worked this out my imagination running riot so I am not going to let that get in the way of a good story and some arousing sex.
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A Midsummer Night’s Dream meets BDSM sex in this new release from Simone Francis
Welcome to my supernatural erotica, the darker side of my erotic fiction.
Ghost, demons and succubae play with humans. Their sexual powers know no limits and their appetites are ravenous.
Erotic stories have been created about the incubus, the succubus, spirits and demons since language began. They help us explain a world that we still do not fully understand.
But what if these myths and stories are not just products of the human imagination but founded on truth? What if these beings still exist, now hidden deeper in our world, lurking, ready to prey on the unsuspecting modern humans?
And what they want is sex.
A modern erotic fairy story. What is a dream and what is reality, and which is the most sensual?
Rebecca Mason is queen of her empire; she uses men and then discards the husks. No one is going to turn her into a whining sub. Then she meets two men she desires; the problem is one is cool and distant, and the other is not human.
Warning: This novel features some graphic sex scenes, some of which include BDSM. These scenes are all consensual and integral to the plot.
Sex in the woods is not all it seems in this sexy fairy tale
I’m still not sure whether the girl Celia encounters is real or not. You can make your own mind up.
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The evening sun crept through the leaves of the trees that crowded around the old churchyard, dappling the long shadows on the path ahead with warm patches of light. The church tower loomed above Celia as if reaching toward the setting sun. She turned off the path and felt the long grass brushing against her toes through her sandals. The air still felt warm after the heat of the day and the scents of wildflowers and dry grass floated on it.