I wanted to pop in and say hi. My name is Joseph and I've been writing stories for a long time, I've finally decided to start writing my first book. It's called The Taming of the Fallen, in its progress. If you like fantasy erotica mixed with a little humor, I think you will like it. Warning it is 18+ Its about a demon huntress named Issabella Doe.
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The demon emerged into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist, he wore it like a king working a new plush cotton loincloth. His face was clean shaven and now served to expose more fleshly landscape around his grimace.
“Good, a new sparkly demon.” She looked up at him.
“I will destroy this staircase finial!” His hand tightened around a decorative pineapple that sat atop the newel.
“Why you guys always so huffy? What did that wooden fruit do to you?”
Demons, angry bastards. Couldn’t they just stop and enjoy the flowers? Or something fruity? Well if demons were good, there’d be no need for her, so the necessity was mutual. But at the moment his ire was on high, and he hissed like a kettle. Issabella rose from the couch and bravely stepped into full view of him.
It was showtime.
“Look at me, I command it.” Bringing her delicate hands to her waist, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down till they coiled on the floor. She watched as his towel started to bulge. “You have been a good demon, well minus some broken furniture, so I shall reward you. Go sit on that chair and lean back.”
excerpt
The demon emerged into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist, he wore it like a king working a new plush cotton loincloth. His face was clean shaven and now served to expose more fleshly landscape around his grimace.
“Good, a new sparkly demon.” She looked up at him.
“I will destroy this staircase finial!” His hand tightened around a decorative pineapple that sat atop the newel.
“Why you guys always so huffy? What did that wooden fruit do to you?”
Demons, angry bastards. Couldn’t they just stop and enjoy the flowers? Or something fruity? Well if demons were good, there’d be no need for her, so the necessity was mutual. But at the moment his ire was on high, and he hissed like a kettle. Issabella rose from the couch and bravely stepped into full view of him.
It was showtime.
“Look at me, I command it.” Bringing her delicate hands to her waist, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down till they coiled on the floor. She watched as his towel started to bulge. “You have been a good demon, well minus some broken furniture, so I shall reward you. Go sit on that chair and lean back.”
Hope you like, wish me luck
-Joseph
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