My Wild and Wonderful World of Erotic BDSM

  He had walked the Earth for a thousand years; seen so many changes in the World around him.  It seemed that the more time went by the worse people became.  As a Vampire, he prided himself on the fact he only fed on the Evil, but he could not take the visions of demented acts that ravaged his thoughts when he drank that life-giving blood.  Finally, he decided to hibernate, to bury himself deep within the ground where he would need very little sustenance.  He had been lonely for so long.  His entire universe seemed steeped in the madness of his meals.  He just couldn't take it anymore.  He found a secluded spot in the forest he loved so much and settled in to rest.   Ten years later, Victory was trekking through the woods, foraging for chanterelle mushrooms.  She intended to bring home a basketful for one of her servants to cook in a quiche.  She hummed to herself as she took in the beauty and the solitude of her chosen Sanctua...

  Once upon a time there was a Witch whose Sexual Appetites were So Insatiable she could not find a man to satisfy her.  Night after Night she would search for a virile speciman to fulfill her needs but the Dawn would find her yearning for more, a hollowed out husk all that remained of the Evening's chosen. This morning she disposed of the remnants of last night's Bacchanal then settled on the couch to indulge in reruns of Supernatural.  Sam and Dean were always fun to recharge with after an evening of debauchery.  Though Victory managed to drain two large men before the night was over, the Sorceress still felt half-charged.  A few hours of rest while drooling over her favorite Television brothers should do the trick.  As she drifted in and out of sleep, bits of the show's conversation flitted through her consciousness.  Victory woke with a burst of energy, completely recharged and inspired.  One word echoed through her brain:  Golem. On Supe...