Date: 9/20/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Gothic, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Author: TiberiusKirk, Source: sexstories.com
Qarinah (قرينة) A succubus story By: Ralph McPherson With help editing by: Clyde McEscher It started in 1992. The meatpacking district of NYC was still just that. There were no hipster dance clubs or hookah bars. The high priced lingerie shops and Apple store were not even a glimpse in their designer’s eyes. There was a slight chill to the air. I was out for a late night walk. I often did this when my mind was troubled, or I was bored, or I just needed to clear my head. I found myself standing in front of a bar on 12th Street between 9th and Washington. I had never noticed this place before and before I realized what I was doing, I wandered in. It was a real dive and almost empty save a few sad sacks that looked worse off than I was. It was over between my girl and me. We had all kinds of plans but they never seemed to get off the ground. Maybe if I got off my ass and finished my degree or if I concentrated on my art or my writing, or if I would have just gotten a stable 9 to 5 we would have had a chance. Her friends were always whispering in her ear about how I was not good enough for her or how great sex was not the basis for a real relationship. I had purchased a ring but was never man enough to give it to her. In the end she just said “I hope you get what you deserve.” So there I was, sitting at the bar with a glass of cheap whiskey. I caught a glimpse of the bottle the bartender poured from. It said “Military Special.” It was awful but when the glass was empty I asked ...