Sasha Distan

interesting theory. They have always been my favourites - partly because they have been around the longest.

Many many more twists and turns, and no less than 9 delicious chapters for you to explore it all in. Zai can't hear Tobias's thoughts unless Tobias thinks them 'at' him. Not all empaths are also clairaudient. Tobias can eavesdrop on Zai more easily, but can't hear him all the time - like how you can tune into a conversation someone is having at the next table, but you can also usually choose to ignore it and focus on what you're doing instead.

The demon felt it when his prey lost consciousness, the minute resistance of his body faded, and the pain, humiliation, and fear which had fed his pleasure vanished so abruptly that Zai snarled fruitlessly into the chill night air. He rolled the young man over, and stroked a hand over his torso appreciatively, his claws catching on the edges of already torn skin. There was the boy’s heartbeat, faint and soft… and receding under his touch. Frantically, the grey furred demon took Tobias’s face in

not too dark? 😉 On a serious note, do you think the content warnings were explicit enough/useful?

Having spent the day hard at work, Tobias is keen to practice his baking skills and go home foe a good nights rest. But there is a demon waiting in the woodland with other things on his mind. The discovery of a shared talent sends their futures in a rather different direction than either of them could have predicted.

The Inn had been rammed all evening, and patrons who had been eager to order at the bar every opportunity they got had tempered their drunkenness with frequent calls for more and more food. Tobias had been run off his feet for hours moving between the ovens and the fire pit, calling for more plates and platters, cursing the staff behind the bar for their lack of ability to clear tables in anything like a timely manner, and growling under his breath between orders that the head cook hadn’t turned

*mwuh* thank you gorgeous.

they keep half-hatching and then the boys go "no no no", we haven't decided yet. I'll let them bake a while longer.

Zhihao groaned, his deep chest vibrating with the noise, as Su Yin took as much of his length as he could manage. He kept his hands on his knees, resisting the temptation to touch himself, knowing that the pleasure his lover would bring him would be so much sweeter for his patience. He moaned around the hot muscle between his lips as Zhihao wrapped his top knot in his huge fist and began to guide him along his cock. Su Yin loved the way the demon expressed his pleasure when he sucked his cock; n

@hohochan657 helped me out with the translation! Just cause I married into a Chinese(ish) family doesn't mean I can deal with the language. Don't hate on the Yaoguai, Zhihao is plenty sexy . I'll grant you, some of my guys are white and blond and blue-eyed (*cough*ahem* Jahke), but I like to ensure we have a good representation in Hell too.

thanks ma!

He grows on you, certainly! I never saw that strong, confident side of him until I was already 'in-flow' as it were and it was a done deal. It was surprising to be sure. At least with Jeremiah, I knew he was full of his own self worth before hand!

all pizza is good pizza. But especially thin crust pizza cooked in a woof fired oven in a converted van as made by our mate Andy. And eaten in the pub garden, accompanied by Dashi and the pub dogs. In fact, I will go so far as to say that all other pizza is inferior to this pizza.

“Nami? Where did the Alan Hollinghurst books end up?” The fawn leant over the bannister; already half hidden behind a stack of texts balanced precariously under one arm. “Don’t you still have them back at the house?” Atoki called up to him. “Jeez, Jahke, be careful! Either you’re going to fall off there, or you’re going to knock me out with… is that my copy of the Norton Anthology? What the fuck are you going to do with that? Prop up the bed, or throw it at Sitka and kill him?” “There’s

for those of you who know me on twitter, you will know that I am, finally, rewriting Torturous Love (partly to get it in chronological order, and partly because the current version sucks). Thus, a teaser: Just as Tobias thought it, he felt the heat of Zai behind him, and the demon wrapped an arm round his side and pressed his hand across his chest. “Zai… don’t.” “I’m sorry.” “No. You’re not.” Zai rumbled something indistinct which Tobias couldn’t make out, and kissed the side of his neck. It was such an unexpected motion, because Tobias had been expecting teeth and pain, that he whimpered and leant into Zai’s touch. The demon kissed him again, his soft lips moving down to the join of his shoulder as his neck, and his other hand began to smooth down Tobias’s spine. He hates it, and somehow that makes it all the brighter. You’re fucked up Zai, even for a demon. No wonder the guys never want to share their prizes with you.

Oh northie, I knew I could rely on you thanks for the feedback guys, and the cool southwestern halloween traditions, that's kind of cool.

It's October, and the world seems to have gone orange-pumpkin-scary-ghost crazy. What the heck is it with Halloween? I'm in the UK, and even when I was a kid (20 years ago), I never remember Halloween being A Thing. I've never been trick or treating, and no, I don't feel any less blessed for it. But now everywhere and everything is all Holloween centric, and I'm wondering, is there something I'm missing? I just don't get what the fuss is for and why everyone cares so damn much. Also, please, what the heck is this pumpkin-spice nonesense the internet is apparently going crazy over? - signed, someone waiting for November

Pull, pull, pull, turn and breathe, pull, pull, pull…. Marcus thought of nothing, just the speed, the distance, and the chill of the water around him as he swam. He was exhausted, he was cold and hot all at once, his muscles ached with the burn of anaerobic exercise because there wasn’t enough time to breathe properly and go fast, but somehow he found the energy to keep going. He made the turn, pushed off against the wall, and pulled more strength out of some secret stash and cut through th

meaty

Juliet (it's a song reference)

I'm really glad you're engaging with the differences the guys bring to the relationship. It worked quite naturally for me - they turned up in my head knowing who they wanted to be and what their 'specialities' were - which was damn useful. One more chapter to go, but it's on hold with the editing team due to lack of time. soon, soon!

disassemble

what exactly?

educational

It was quiet under the water, nothing but the softened lap of the waves against the tiled sides of the pool far away and the regular thud of his pulse beating against his inner ear. Marcus pulled himself forward as hard as he could before drifting inches from the floor, skimming himself along as his muscles began to complain about the continued lack of oxygen. Only when he felt dizziness and pain making his vision blur did he push himself up from the bottom, and break the surface with a grateful