Love on the Dark Side

by Love on the Dark Side [Black Lace] (retail) (epub)

  I sighed. I felt cosy, languid and comfortable. Fuck it, I felt sexy. I considered having a nice slippery warm wank in the tub. I had learnt the pleasures of solitary sex early in life. People said it wasn’t as good as the real thing and I took their word for it, but it was always available and it was a lot less complicated. I didn’t have to wash anyone’s dirty socks, for a start, and I never cheated on myself or had too much to drink. And I never ever turned over and fell asleep before I’d come.

  I slid a wet hand between my thighs, then I remembered Succubus Sluts still in my shopping bag and decided that a little external stimulation might heighten the experience. So I dried off, applied body lotion, wrapped myself in a cosy towelling robe and settled down in front of the TV – chocolates, wine and remote control all to hand.

  As I pressed the button to start the tape, the bells of the parish church started to chime midnight. The church bells sounded eerie and echoing in the otherwise silent night air.

  ‘Merry Christmas, Carole,’ I said, bringing my wineglass to my lips.

  The tape began to play and the TV fluttered to life. Static buzzed across the screen and, when the picture began to clear, I gasped and dropped my wineglass, the spilt liquid leaving a dark spreading stain on the carpet.

  ‘Oh, shit,’ I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. I must have been putting away the Aussie champers much quicker than I’d realised. Either that or I’d borrowed one too many horror movies from the shop. I should have known that bringing work home would lead to no good.

  My body was suffused with adrenaline, my heart beat loudly, I was panting. I rose to my feet and shuffled about aimlessly, my eyes riveted on the TV screen – the screen on which I could see a smaller, yet identical, version of myself performing the same actions.

  ‘Too much wine,’ I said, making a mental note to give up drink and make an appointment to have my eyes tested as soon as the holiday was over. I shuddered in surprise as my TV version uttered the same words. I sat down in panic, rummaged around under the sofa cushions for the remote control and pointed it at the TV, my extended arm trembling as the woman on the screen mirrored my actions. I pressed the off button and the image was replaced by the familiar grey-green eye of the blank screen. Tentatively, I turned the TV back on and the picture that flickered to life was my own face, the eyes eloquent with panic, confusion and indecision. My legs gave way.

  I didn’t understand what was happening and I didn’t want to. I must be losing my mind – nothing else made sense. I slumped on to the sofa and stared at my own bewildered eyes on the screen, contemplating the prospect of spending the next thirty years as a crazy old maid. It would probably only be a matter of time before I started peeing in my pants.

  A shadow appeared behind my image on TV. Grey and formless at first, it slowly became more defined until after a few seconds a tall shapely incredibly beautiful woman wearing a sort of toga was standing behind my mirror image. I got goose-pimples. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

  Fuck it. I was so scared I wouldn’t have been surprised if the hair on my head stood up. I wasn’t alone and I realised gradually and unwillingly that if there was someone in the room with my TV reflection there was almost certainly someone in this room with me.

  I held my breath and steeled myself to turn around and check, but before I could summon up the courage she spoke. The sound of her voice intruding on the silent room was so shocking and unexpected that I leapt to my feet ready to flee. Only there was nowhere to run. Suddenly, the prospect of peeing in my pants didn’t seem quite so improbable.

  ‘Stay calm, honey, I’m not here to hurt you. Quite the reverse, in fact.’ She put out a hand and stroked my hair.

  It was a soothing gesture, a reassuring one and I felt the heat of her palm, the gentleness of her touch, as I watched her make the identical movements on TV. There was something about her voice, soft and deep and bubbling like running water over pebbles in a brook, that calmed me. I felt my breathing slow down, my heartbeat return to normal and the tightness in my chest relax. She walked round the couch, sat down and switched off the TV.

  Only she didn’t use the remote control. She just snapped her fingers and the picture disappeared. I ought to have been scared, but I wasn’t. I was just curious, my earlier fears having melted away miraculously when she touched me.

  ‘Who are you?’ I asked.

  ‘You can call me Joy,’ she murmured, stroking the short blonde hairs on my arm. It felt good and I looked down at her warm and gentle fingers caressing me.

  ‘But what –?’ I began to ask, but stopped when I realised that, although I had a million questions, I didn’t know how to ask any of them. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers anyway. Either I was crazy or she was a spook of some kind and it was a toss-up which solution I liked least.

  There was a beautiful – dare I say sexy – and obviously friendly woman sitting beside me on the couch. She was touching me and making me feel better than I ever had but I didn’t know who she was, where she came from or how she got there. I did know, however, that I liked the way she was fondling me. She was now trailing her fingers up my forearm, on the inside of my elbow. The sensation was so pleasant and comfortable that I noticed, to my embarrassment, that I was beginning to get wet.

  ‘Do you know what an incubus is Carole? Or a succubus?’ she asked me, her soft voice seducing me.

  ‘Sure,’ I replied, glad she had asked me something I could answer. ‘I’ve always been interested in mythology. Incubi are male spirits who visit women in the night and have sex with them. Succubi do the same with men.’

  ‘Right,’ she whispered.

  By this time, she was right alongside me, her mouth up close to my ear, her fingers caressing my neck, my cheek, my lips. I could feel that familiar moisture between my legs; I could smell her sweet breath and the perfume rising from her skin. God, I was horny.

  ‘I am a succubus, Carole, and I’ve come to give you the best sex you have ever had,’ she said quietly, looking directly at me.

  I swallowed hard, trying to take in the fact that I had a beautiful sexy spirit sitting alongside me who by now had my robe open and was caressing my thigh. The sensation of flesh on flesh made me tingle.

  ‘The only sex I have ever had,’ I mumbled, embarrassed by having to explain my pathetic condition to a sexually supercharged supernatural being.

  ‘I know that,’ she reassured me. ‘Only a virgin can create the spell, by watching the video and drinking wine at midnight on Christmas Eve to the sound of church bells. You did that and here I am, large as life and twice as horny. Aren’t you lucky?’

  By now, she had her hand between my legs, cupping my slit; her mouth was right next to mine and before I had time to answer she kissed me on the lips. It was deep and hot and wet, I could feel her tongue, exploring my mouth. She nibbled my lips and caressed the back of my neck with her free hand. All the time I could feel the heat of her palm up against my pussy, which by now was so wet I felt like I was sitting in a puddle.

  Joy rose and took my hand; she led me to my bedroom, pausing only to pick up my empty wineglass and the bottle of fizz. I trailed along beside her, obedient and willing. Once inside my room, she quickly slid my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With one movement, she loosened the shoulder of her toga and she too was naked. I’d never seen anything so beautiful. She was tall, maybe six feet, and her blonde hair tumbled in curls down to her waist. Her skin was the colour of clotted cream; her body was curvy, womanly, ripe and inviting. Big round breasts with brownish nipples which, like my own, were erect. A soft full belly beneath which nestled golden curly hair.

  In none of my wildest fantasies had I ever considered getting down and dirty with a member of my own sex. But here I was, staring at the body of the most perfect creature I had ever set eyes on and I wanted her. I held out my arms and called her name and she walked over to me slowly, sinuously, all that delicious creamy flesh undulating as she moved.

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p; Next thing I knew, I was lying on my bed with Joy’s delightful, soft and perfect body on top of mine. My heart was thumping in my chest so loud I could hear it. My head was spinning. Her mouth was near mine, her breath gently touching my skin. Her hands were on my shoulders. She kissed me softly, tenderly, lightly on the mouth, then behind my left ear. My body was rigid, tense with anticipation. I could feel the heat from her, feel her heart beating against mine, its rhythm an echo of my own excitement.

  ‘Shouldn’t I get an incubus, because I’m a woman?’ I asked. My voice sounded soft and throaty.

  ‘This particular spell invokes a succubus, sorry if you’re disappointed. But, if you ask me, I’m a lot hotter than any incubus you are ever likely to meet. Do you mind?’

  I looked down at her body, trying to make up my mind. I’d spent the past 25 years waiting to have sex. By some unrepeatable chance, I had managed to invoke the sexiest being that ever walked the earth and she was ready, willing and able to give me the time of my life. Could I pass up the opportunity just because we both happened to be women?

  ‘Do I have a choice?’ I leant forwards and inhaled, drinking in the honeyed heady scent of her skin.

  ‘Actually you do. If you really want a male spirit I can change for you.’ Joy sounded a little sulky and disappointed. ‘But I can’t see what all the fuss is about. Pleasure is still pleasure, does it really matter how your body is arranged?’ She ran the tip of her finger along the front of my torso from my belly button up to my throat, leaving a trail of shivery sparks in its wake.

  ‘But it will still be you? You’ll just have a male body?’

  Joy nodded. ‘That’s right, only the anatomy changes.’

  My eyes made a slow inventory of her body. From the soft golden curve of her shoulders across to the twin hollows where her collarbones met, from the heavy globes of her breasts with their chocolatey dark nipples down to the froth of golden hair at her crotch. When I looked back up at her face, she was smiling.

  ‘You’re beautiful but, if you don’t mind, I think I’d prefer you to be male.’

  Joy laughed, a rich trill of musical notes that hardened my nipples and made my crotch tingle. She clicked her fingers and the sound of her laughter slowly began to deepen. I watched as her hair shortened and her face changed shape. Her jaw remodelled itself before my eyes, becoming more square and masculine. I could see dark beard stubble forming and a shallow dimple gradually appeared in the centre of her – his – chin.

  Her breasts shrank and reshaped themselves into manly pectoral muscles covered in a mat of fine golden hairs. Her hips narrowed, her thighs lengthened and her feet grew before my eyes. Feminine curves were replaced with hard muscle. Joy even smelt different, her honeyed citrus perfume seemed to transform into something musky and masculine.

  Only the sparkly blue eyes remained the same, gazing at me with an unmistakable expression of lust. I looked down at Joy’s crotch and now there was a long thick cock, already half hard, standing out from the curly blond hairs.

  ‘I hope you like it.’ Joy spoke with a deeper version of her old voice. ‘I made it extra fat, just for you.’ He wriggled his hips and his cock bobbed and wobbled.

  ‘I love it. You’re really handsome. What should I call you now? Joy doesn’t seem to fit any more.’

  Joy laughed and a slow shiver of excitement slid along my spine. ‘Joy is what I bring. It’s a title rather than a name. You can call me whatever you like.’

  I ran the flat of my hand down the front of his body, over his rippling six-pack and the hard plane of his belly. He gasped.

  ‘In that case I think I’ll call you Joe.’

  Joe put his mouth near my ear and whispered so softly that I sensed it rather than heard the words. ‘Are you ready, Carole? Are you ready to take the risk, to taste passion, to give yourself up to it, to live?’

  I nodded my head in silent agreement, momentarily struck dumb by the strength of my emotions.

  ‘Say it,’ he whispered, nuzzling my ear. ‘Say it out loud.’

  ‘I want you, Joe,’ I managed to gasp, as the sensation of his tongue and teeth on my neck took me to a new plane of pleasure. ‘God, how I want you!’

  He smiled, holding my head in his hands and looking into my eyes so deeply I swore he was staring into my soul. Wet tongues intertwined, flesh slid against flesh, fingers caressed, stroked, pinched and probed. He stroked my nipples, his mouth still on my neck. I groaned under him, my body trembling and sensitive.

  His mouth was on my collarbone, then a little lower, getting closer and closer to the hard, hot buttons I so wanted him to suck. His warm wet tongue dipped down my cleavage, trailed over the swell of my left breast and flicked over my tight swollen nipple. He took it in his mouth. It felt like nothing on earth, more intense than anything I had ever imagined.

  Joe glanced up at me, a look of amusement in his deep-blue eyes, and then went back to working on my nipple. He sucked, nibbled, tongued it, creating incredible sensations that radiated through my by now writhing body. My other nipple was receiving the same treatment from his fingers and the tremors of delight that ran through me caused me to moan out loud. My hot hungry pussy was producing so much juice that we were in danger of drowning.

  I couldn’t keep my hands off his body. I stroked his shoulders, his face and the nape of his neck. I laced my fingers through his silky perfumed hair. He felt so warm against me, his skin so soft. By now, I was on the edge. I was breathing hard in short little gasps, my face and chest were burning and I knew they must be flushed and red.

  Sensing my growing excitement, he lowered a hand between my parted thighs and dipped a finger into my wet slippery pussy. I gasped in delight, throwing my head back and arching my back. He began to rub his fingertips lightly across the hardening bud of my clit.

  It didn’t take long. My thighs started to quiver and I felt the first contractions begin deep inside my cunt. My clit tightened and retreated under his fingers as the first throb of orgasm began to grip me. Body shuddering, legs wide open, fingers tangled in his wild soft hair, I gave myself up to the overpowering sensation of the best orgasm I had ever experienced, and the first I ever got from someone else. It felt good.

  Before I could recover, he moved, sliding down my body, repositioning himself, getting himself comfortable, and suddenly he was between my legs, the wet tip of his cock pressed up against my hole. He slid it up and down, parting my lips and sliding it across the hard button of my clit.

  I looked up into his eyes as he tensed his hips and pushed slowly forwards. I sighed as his meat began to slide inside me. Nerve endings buzzed and tingled with pleasure and excitement. I felt my muscles stretching to accommodate him and the delicious feeling of him slowly slipping inside.

  I gave myself up to the sensations he was creating. I opened my legs wider, and I reached behind him to cup his hard buttocks. I pushed my groin up towards him, my breathing quickening now, sweat glistening on my aroused body. Damp hair clung to the nape of my neck, my brow.

  I tightened my grip on his buttocks, digging in my fingers and moving my pelvis to a rhythm of my own, grinding myself against him. He moved inside me – arousing, exciting, tantalising me. I was moving wantonly now, lost in the sensations of my own body. I was grinding myself against him, panting and moaning, my breathing ragged and fast. My sensitive crotch rubbed against his wiry hairs on every stroke, exciting my clit and making it tingle.

  I gasped as he jabbed his hips hard and deep. Muscles tightened and throbbed, squeezing his thick hot cock. Tension built, aching for release. My whole body was tense, taut, quivering.

  I was deaf, I was blind. I felt nothing but the exquisite sensations coursing through my excited body. Every nerve ending was transmitting pleasure and excitement, keeping me on the edge of fulfilment. My clit rubbed against his pubes, providing delicious friction, as a wave of contractions began in my crotch. It spread through me, filling me with heat and pleasure. I shuddered, my movements abandoned. Gasps, moans,
cries, wild breathing shattered the silence, piercing the air in the room.

  My muscles gripped his cock, and tightened around him. I quivered with pleasure as I reached my peak. He held me tight, pulled me on to his cock, rotating inside me as I shuddered, rocked and throbbed to orgasm.

  Joe looked down at me, his eyes blazing with intensity and excitement, his hard body gleaming in the light. He circled his hips, moving his erection inside me, wringing out the last shreds of orgasm. It came in waves, knocking the breath out of me. My body twisted and bucked, as the bed creaked and shook beneath us. I was gasping, almost screaming as pleasure and release washed over me.

  When it was finally over, Joe rolled off and lay down alongside me, as satisfied and excited as a puppy after its first walk in the park. Without a word, he gently cradled my head and gave me a deep, passionate, lingering kiss.

  ‘That was wonderful.’ I smiled at him. ‘Did you come?’

  He shook his head.

  ‘Teach me how to make you come,’ I asked, eager to give him as much pleasure as he had given me.

  ‘You don’t need teaching, Carole – you’re a natural. Just do what feels good and I guarantee I’ll enjoy it. It’s been centuries since I’ve met a mortal as hot as you.’

  Touching a man’s body was a new experience for me. Joe was hard and flat where I was full, round and soft. He had inviting slopes and hollows and smooth skin, all of it the colour of my favourite vanilla ice cream. I climbed on top of him, my long hair falling over his face and mingling with his own golden curls, my pale skin contrasting with his creamy complexion.

  He felt warm, soft and comfortable. I kissed his neck, breathing in the strong manly scent. I ran my hands up and down his sides, feeling his flesh tighten and contract into goose-pimples under my fingers.