Conditions of Anonymity (Pt 3)

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Conditions of Anonymity (Pt 2)

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There was a man stationed just inside the entryway to the ballroom where the guests were gathered.  He wore a mask, but it was a flat, uninteresting gray, and he was garbed in a red suit that seemed to indicate he was staff, not guest.  He greeted me with a nod and extended a hand for mine—I let him take it, and we glided into the room, he leading me through a warm crowd of party-goers.  They were all in masks all the same style and design, but in a myriad of colors.  I saw silver, green, royal blue, all glittering and sparkling in the dim golden light shed from the chandeliers overhead.  My mask was the only one with detail and accessory, and the same went for my outfit: all of the men wore simple, rich red fraternal robes, like monks.

Conditions of Anonymity (Pt 1)

The latest Hump Day Request story deals with more masquerade fun, hidden identities, and secrets revealed.  Enjoy this brand-new story, my lovelies!

The address on the little slip of paper in my hand belonged to an austere, officious sprawl of a manor on the Gold Coast, a big, dark building of cool stone and creeping ivy.  I took a long moment to appreciate it as I stepped out of the gleaming black limousine that had come out to my humble apartment to fetch me: perhaps I should have known, given the invitation I’d received to tonight’s event and the detailed instructions contained within.  This wasn’t going to be just any old party.

Of course, no party is any old part if I’m invited.

Happy Hump Day! Changes Coming Soon...

Good evening, lovelies!  It’s Hump Day and I am once again opening my Ask box, Twitter, and email up to your sexy suggestions for torrid tales.

Just remember my usual rules.  And feel free to let me know what you’d like to see on the blog!

Changes are on the Way...

Foreplay and Fangs will soon be switching to a weekend-only update schedule. This is because I am finding it hard to carve out time to work on my longer novels and need to be able to give them the attention they deserve (not to mention my artwork), and views for Foreplay and Fangs are highest on Friday, Saturdays and Sundays. 

This is how it will work:

I'll finish out this week with a pair of poems on orgasms.

No posts this weekend (I need some down time).

Starting Monday, you'll get a five-part short romance that should keep you busy until next weekend, when the blog will pick up its usual NC-17 rating and its new Friday-Saturday-Sunday updates for as long as I can keep them coming. 

I’ll still be taking Hump Day Requests every Wednesday night, so feel free to contact me using the forms in the sidebar on the right! Any Requests I get will be featured on Friday nights instead of Wednesdays from here out.


As always, my lovelies, thanks for reading!

Temptation

Hump Day Request:

Temptation, seduction and "giving in".

When your ex is an elf, relationships can be complicated.

She recognized the perfume the moment she stepped into her dressing room: wild jasmine and hibiscus, a scent all at once nostalgic, bittersweet, and arousing.  Kicking the door shut behind her, Taliyah crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, tapping the fingers of one hand on her bicep.

“Kymera,” she murmured in a tone of playful exasperation.  “I should have known.”

“I was in town,” came the husky reply.  When Taliyah turned towards the wall where her vanity mirror was set, she saw the beautiful leggy fae sitting sprawled in the makeup chair, feet dangling over one side as she leaned, casually regal, over the other, chin propped up on one hand.

“Had to stop by and see my favorite protégée.”

Full Moon

Here is the second installment of my Hump Day Request Stories:

Anonymous asked you:

Culd u pls write a story about two werewolves doing it in there full wolf forms?

I sure can, my lovely Anon.  I sure can.

Possible Trigger Warning:

Contains depictions of violent sex, forceful domination and anthropomorphic creatures.

Full moon.

It means savagery.  It means surrender.  Bright, cold, gleaming impassively over the blue and sleeping world, it makes the blood turn to freezing silver and then burning, boiling scarlet, takes away the man and leaves only beast.  The flesh disappears under pelt; teeth become fangs; body becomes a knot of carnivorous hunger, ravaging, barbaric need.

Tonight, the moon is full.

The big werewolf is hunting alone.  He's left his alpha male and his pack behind him to chase the scent of a female.  She is one like him, one that wears the shape of the beast when the moon sings her angelic song.  As the male follows, his greed intensifies with every breath.  The she-wolf smells of fervor, ripe and excited, like the burning season, like autumn leaves aflame.  Her scent is magnificent—she is in heat.