Current Residence: Sol-3
Favourite genre of music: Good
Skin of choice: Human, currently.
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: "Never die alone, take others with you"
A Fate Sealed With a SinThrough soft and yearning folds his fingers did slip; taut and toned, seasoned with untold age, spread with lustful yearning, hungry eyes feasted deep. Every peak and valley quivering fingers did caress, lost in carnal joy. Further and further, deeper and deeper did shivering hands press and hungry eyes feed, unsated, unabated, unfazed into its welcoming body. Moist and forbidden, enthralling and mesmerizing, its spread folds yearned for him, begged for him, clawed for his insatiable appetite.A Fate Sealed With a Sin by lostdaemonkin
Wispy weakly whispered words stoked his flame, pulling him ever closer, ever deeper. Over every detail, every mark, dimple, bump, and bruise, over every forbidden sight, fervent tongue and whet mouth worked. Fingers spread, groping, caressing every curve in deprived delight. Soft moans hung in the stale breeze, shuddering in the soft flickering candlelight. An ecstasy long forgotten, ached for on the loneliest nights, swelled within, burning, yearning, thirsting for release it grew with every thr
The Willing SacrificeWith eyes clenched shut, a soft pale hand lowly slowly above the lackluster silver basin. The red opaque liquid that filled it glistened like an old red wine, its smell of sulfur and vinegar, which clung with an unnatural stillness to the smooth inside the weathered basin that sat perched before her on a tattered maroon cloth stitched with faded gold draped upon a worn column of weathered stone. It seemed to rise up from its very surface to meet her trembling fingertips, hungry with desire.The Willing Sacrifice by lostdaemonkin
Draped ever so slightly in onyx and lavender her flesh laid mostly bared in the lustful eye of the gleaming moon that shone from above. Fear shuttered in her breath, her hand was slowly consumed by the strangely warm fluid. So alien to her senses the still crimson water pulled at her with a living intent, as if to never release her. Warmth rushed up through her arm and composure returned to her mind. Cold, fiery blue gem eyes set in a dusty time-bleached skull stared deep into her eyes as they opene
The Fisherman's TaleThis children is the story of how I first tasted calamari.The Fisherman's Tale by lostdaemonkin
We were three months into our journey at sea, the winds had stilled and sun blazed above us. Almost a week without food and the maddening heat left the ship on edge.
When suddenly the sky darkened and thundered! A great beast burst from the watery depths and laid siege to our vessel! Thunder turned into a hailing rain as a hurricane burst in to life and engulfed us all!
The fight lasted three days and three nights, many a man was lost to its mighty arms, but low we would not be taken asunder by any beast! When we finally subdued the mighty behemoth, we feasted like kings until we passed out from exhaustion.
When we woke we found ourselves washed up on a strange and foreign shore. How we ended up in Jersey we'll never know.