1. The Incubus' Bride: A Story


    Date: 4/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Realism and fiction. I know that these two are exceptionally poles-apart and don’t ever fit in together. This might be all a made-up narrative, I know. But it is a dress and costume for concealing and putting out of sight my realistically truth itself. There is no fiction without reality in the first place, or is it not so? All fiction is footed and based on reality and the flights of the imagination or fantasies that come from going through it in case you didn’t know about this. I am Tori Bitch. Yes. I have this odd and unusual surname. But you know what? My father had it, furthermore true with the father to his father to his father to his father. So yes—it’s quite a very weird last name and I am not even closely sure how it went on and was without any bit of stinting bypassed over from those times-of-yore generation down till mine. This is not my first ever moment in time to meet Jace. Jace Dicking is his complete name. I know. He has rather an out-of-the-ordinary and nonstandard surname too just like mine. But the intact truth is this: Try to google how many people bear on themselves his surname, and the results will upset and horrify you at the same time. They are most likely more than you can count up, but they are not all that plentiful in truth, say more than people who have incredibly in-style surnames like Smith or Johnson. I think I am fast falling in love with Jace. Today is Saturday; April 25, 2015 as I inscribe all this. Last night with him—it was so amazingly ...
    wonderful and extraordinary. He made me feel so blissful and energized such that I could not lever or manage all that thrill and bliss that he was furnishing me with freely and unconditionally. The lone problem here is that not everyone can see and glimpse Jace. I ever wonder: Am I actually this strange and abnormal and barmy such that I alone can be capable of seeing and touching and enjoying every moment and time squandered with him? Am I really this nuts and unusual? Jace himself tells me that I am so exceedingly special to him, that he prefers to be with me alone for an incredibly singular reason. But then I know. I am not the only human on Earth that he fritters up time with and what's more chat liberally and gladly with. It is easy and straightforward. Jace is like my very own keeper and angel on the other visage of the mirror. He wields and plies this especially startling influence and power. Whenever I am undergoing any appalling or unpleasant mood, I basically call his name out, and he at once and without any crumb of delay materializes and shows up. I can see him. It is like he is bodily in every sense and way. Don’t get me in the wrong. He does have a body and soul. He can touch and feel and stroke and cuddle and hold me in his well-built and dominant arms. He does whatever he feels like carrying out with me. Whenever I am with him, I feel this above-all fine-looking and incredibly beautiful besides. He does make me much more attractive than I at the at-hand moment ...
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