charisstoma

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Title: Will You Surrender For Me
Author: charisstoma
Word count:184


The flat grey sky hovered over the roiling white cresting of the waves with occasional glimpses of the grey troughs. The sea was being temperamental in contrast to the prosaically calm rain wet street. A concrete curb edging was holding back the living green grasses clinging upon what little ground there was between ocean, shoreline rocks and agitated waves.

A beauty of contrasts, but he knew it was just because he’d said no, to a sea god’s wooing. Still it was tempting to give into the transient attentions. To lay naked, legs spread, to the pummeling of the waves. Would the waves lap over him or would they pin him to the rocks as they had their way with him.
He hadn’t realized he’d spoken out his thoughts aloud.

“Come lie with me upon the shore. There is a flat rock there that would be perfect. Come and I will flood you with pleasure. I will fill you with the force of my spray until you scream out your acceptance of what you are meant to be.”

“And what is that?”

“Mine.”

He shivered.

Title: Dark Coffee, A Likely Excuse
Author: charistoma
Word count: 678

‘My coffee was so dark, a demon mistook it for a portal to hell.
Long story short: I need a new mug, a mop, and maybe an exorcism.’


Daryl looked up from his monitor screen. “Did you have to?!”

“What?” was the innocent question as the newspaper was lowered just enough so midnight dark eyes sparkled with what could only be devious mirth.

“How we met. It’s posted on Facebook.”

“Now why would you think that I put anything up on Facebook? It’s the playground of the Devil, not for lowly demons like me.”

“Lowly demon, Ha!”

The newspaper crackled as it was shaken back into its prior concealing position. “Not me.”

“Exactly. Glad you’re fessing up.” A grin briefly appeared over the newspaper in response.
“I looked into your internet account while you were out. Just for your information, your computer history tells a different story, darklord4u.” Daryl paused, “and just as a warning, there had better not be any exercising of ‘4u’ happening except me.”

“Or?”

“D’mon!”

The newspaper was neatly folded and set on the side table. “There is and has not been anyone else for me since that coffee mug event. You are more than enough for me. You looked so cutely edible throwing off your clothes and running into the kitchen to soak them in the sink.”

“Didn’t want the coffee stains to set in. The shirt was cream and the trousers khaki. And who could expect that you would use you tongue to clean me up.”

“Yum, coffee flavored Daryl is my favorite.”

“None of the coffee had splashed up my ass!”

“Had to make sure and proper preparation IS important to beginning a relationship if one wants it to last.”

“So where did this, or why this, Facebook posting.”

“Could say it might have been a romantic anniversary posting, but it’s not time yet… will need to remember this though.”

“Just surprise me with a meal… stop, right now. I sucked you off just this morning. Whatever you did different with that cock of yours… I can’t … “

“You retched this morning, which was a pleasurable flutter of appreciation my cock enjoyed.. greatly. However, to get back to the offending Facebook post, I didn’t post it. My younger brother did and reports a jump in our newest Death Wish Coffee flavor sales.”

“Your family ‘owns’ the brand, Death Wish Coffee?! Why have I been ordering and paying for my coffee orders then?”

A slow smile answered Daryl. “Because soon you’re going to need to cut back on coffee consumption.”

“Why!?”

Daryl was lifted and set on his demon’s lap, which considering there was a house rule about clothing inside the domicile, lack there of clothing that is, allowed a cock finding it’s way into Daryl’s ass with ease.

“Love, I hate to say this but you are cut off as of now. Coffee makes you irritable, which is normal in your condition...”

Daryl took a deep breath preparing to tell him just how irritable things were going to be if he didn’t get his coffee.

“Love. In about six months, give or take a month or two, we’ll find out as things progress, there’s going to be a little demon making an appearance. Baby demons are bad enough but ones with colic are truly taxing. Am trying to save both our sanitys.”

With a clearing of his throat, Daryl tried to explain, “I’m male and you’re male. Exactly how could this happen?”

He knew he was in trouble when his demon smiled that devilish smile, and he heard, “the Devil’s in the details.”

Daryl was lifted about an inch, though distance may appear further than expected, and brought down many times at an angle that discovered just the right places. He loved those details.

“Don’t stop!”

“Love, do you want to have twins?”

“Twins?!” Daryl groaned. “Really? Don’t say that, if I have to give up you fucking me….”

“Oh, my mistake. Fucking in all it’s forms makes for a happy healthy baby demon.”

“And the coffee?”

“No.”

“Fuck!”

“Yes.”

Tomb of Saadi is a tomb and mausoleum dedicated to the Persian poet Saadi in the Iranian city of Shiraz.

Read more: https://surfiran.com/destination/shiraz/tomb-of-saadi/#ixzz7DH3Ok6Xq

A magical book that the instant you touched it, it can sense what book you need at the moment and it becomes that book. No more reading slumps.

My jaw literally just dropped in awe. Best idea ever.

The Book of Requirement.

Imagine laying in bed and instead of pulling on your legs or whatever, a demon straight up just smacks your ass.

I mean ... what's the demon look like?

Bachelor parties were thrown by the groom's fellow warrior to give him one last night of raucousness and freedom as a single warrior. Included in these celebrations was a toast to the groom himself and a large meal in which all the men indulged.

These are called Scud clouds. This was recently captured in South Carolina.
photographer by 📸 Zachary Lane