TONGUE-TIED
Jess C Scott
Praise for Tongue-Tied
“…my favorite part was the journal entries. That part was touching, to me.”
Review @ It’s Basement Time
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“The question posed here is not so much Can a succubus love? as it is Can you really separate love from the physical? I enjoyed this story.”
Review @ Alternative-Read
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Other Books by Jess C Scott
EYELEASH: A BLOG NOVEL
(teenage memoir)
4:PLAY
(a contemporary cocktail of erotic short stories)
PORCELAIN
(portfolio of written + illustrative work)
1: THE INTERN
(upcoming “Sins07”series / Fall 2010)
THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE
(upcoming cyberpunk/urban fantasy series / Fall 2010)
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TONGUE-TIED
Published by Jess C Scott, Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2009-2010 by Jess C Scott.
Cover photograph by deneyterrio, used under a
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1. FICTION/Romance/Paranormal | 2. FICTION/Romance/Gothic |
3. FICTION/Fantasy/Contemporary
Summary: A short story featuring a voyeuristic succubus driven by jealousy, a dangerous fixation, and a duty to please the sexually unsatisfied women of the world.
Notes:
‘Tongue-Tied’ is a short story which features in The Devilin Fey and 4:Play (both available in print and electronic formats).
An excerpt of ‘Tongue-Tied’ was originally published in Nefarious Ballerina.
[on all things paranormal]
[ Wednesday : 2.30am ]
I have stationed myself at Adriana’s room window: a prime position for a voyeur. This, after having stalked her a little. She’s spent part of the night at Brix, a pub with a rock-sockin' live band that played jazz/funk fusion tunes.
Yesterday night was the first time I saw her. She was in a restful deep sleep. A charming sight that I didn’t want to disturb or disrupt.
I decided to return another time. I like to hold out sometimes. Save the best for later. I’ll savor her — soon.
For some reason, I have a feeling that there’s...something, about her. Something that suggests she’s possibly interested in her own feminine kind — that she is definitely bi-curious at the very least, though (assuming I’m right) I’m not sure how honest she is with herself.
I might stick around for a while, to find out. Granted, I do have the upper hand over ‘ordinary beings’. It is my job and duty, as a succubus, to descend upon human beings as they sleep. I feed off their climaxes.
“This arrived today, just for you (she says to the dude she is with, alas, and not me). I ordered it online. It’s from France, and hand-made.”
What a splendid change from the night before! I ponder with glee to myself. So demure yesterday, and now looking like a Sanctified Prostitute, sharing her gifts through the art of sensuality. So provocative. Such sexy ambivalence.
She is straddling a stud type of a guy in her bed, who she met at Brix. Adriana has a warm olive skin tone that glows. She is in a dazzling, metallic grey-and-black lace lingerie set, made of fine embroidery lamé on a glimmer tulle. A real silver eruption.
Not like her companion even notices. He is already beginning to remove the bra piece. Some men are in too much of a hurry to get lower down.