<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Succubus on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/succubus/</link><description>Recent content in Succubus on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/succubus/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Party Guest</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/party-guest/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/party-guest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;John has the best Halloween parties ever. I attended the first one of his parties ten years ago. I’m not on the guest list, never have been, but no one knows that. There are always a lot of party crashers at John’s Halloween parties. Part of the thrill of John’s parties is that everyone is totally anonymous. Many years ago such masked parties were quite the rage, but modern costumes and disguises are so much better. In fact, reasonably priced modern latex masks and stage makeup are so good that some guests can arrive, participate in hours of decadent pleasure, and then leave without anyone ever knowing who they are.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ascension of the Succubus</title><link>/stories/2024/10/01/ascension-of-the-succubus/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/01/ascension-of-the-succubus/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-awakening"&gt;Chapter 1: Awakening&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Darkness. Christina felt like she was floating in an abyss of ebony ink. Memories surged through her mind. She remembered being hit by a small bus or car. She had been on her way home. Distracted by her phone she had barely noticed the vehicle, before she was struck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a hazy recollection of her lying on the ground, surrounded by shocked bystanders rushing to her aid. Though she felt a hint of pain and fear, it was not as bad as she had expected. Soon after, she surrendered to the soothing embrace of darkness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Transformations Ball</title><link>/stories/2020/02/02/transformations-ball/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/02/transformations-ball/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="transformations_ball3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Heidi Seeque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blacked out limousine pulled up at the entrance of the venue for the Transformations Ball, a charity event that took the form of a secret weekend sex and costume party; money raised being donated to other charities to help transform the lives of people for the better. The reason for the secrecy was the generally high media profile of the participants, who came to have fun and let their hair down in ways that might damage their standing if known to the public. The woman who emerged from the car was not worried about that, as this was exactly the kind of behaviour she was known for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jack O’ Lantern - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2019/10/26/jack-o-lantern-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/26/jack-o-lantern-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween, Mystery, Oral, Succubus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;W investigates a series of small town Halloween kidnappings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This extremely mild tale is almost non-erotic. A good friend of W’s passes on without ever solving The Jack O’Lantern Kidnappings. He leaves his files to W, and W decides to solve the case. This story is not overly-sexual, but very Halloween, and very Celtic myth and legend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hard Dreams 2</title><link>/stories/2017/12/04/hard-dreams-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/04/hard-dreams-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="harddreams.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thirty minutes later, the succubus was dozing on a very comfy couch. She was pretty happy with how things were going. The feeling she was getting from the man were absolutely intoxicating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His ass and legs were stripped with red marks, some bright and some dark, reaching all the way from the top of his ass to the bottom of his thighs. She had taken her time, ensuring that every part of his backside had been given attention, all at a punishing nonstop pace. There had been no breaks, only pauses between each blow. It took quite a bit of time, but she had eventually felt satisfied with the caning. At that point the heat radiating off his ass had been strong enough for her to actually warm her hands with it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danny Boy</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/danny-boy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/danny-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Leprechaun&amp;rsquo;s Tale of Ancient Victory over The Four Sisters - This is more whimsical and humorous than it is erotic. But then humor is always erotic. “He makes me laugh,” is one of the most often given reasons for a woman to love an otherwise unattractive, unlovable man. The story does contain descriptions / reference to normal sex, oral, anal, and masturbation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was very late at night– or very early in the morning depending on your point of view. I am always up sometime during the night. I think I inherited that from my father. In any case, it was a little after 2:00 am and I was sitting at my computer reading through stories that I planned to enter in this year’s Halloween Story contests.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hedonia 2</title><link>/stories/2012/07/01/hedonia-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/07/01/hedonia-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="hedonia.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hedonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number
of lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. The forbidden side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brian was excited. Finally he passed through the doors that, just 20
minutes ago, he promised his girlfriend not to pass. He had to, because
actually, she didn&amp;rsquo;t allow it. She was being massaged for hours, and he
was supposed to enjoy looking at shops and the holographic decorations.
Sure they were impressive, but it was simply mean of her to forbid going to
the erotic fair. He was a grown up after all, and also she had to learn to
trust him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Happy Halloween!</title><link>/stories/2008/10/31/happy-halloween/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/31/happy-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;How often does Halloween show up on a weekend, perfect for partying? From time to time. And this was one of them. Friday night, and the party scene was hopping. I was hopping too, bars that is. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have much money, so I mostly hung out at the bar, surveying the room, checking out the ladies in their cute, sexy, costumes. And this year it was a jackpot. I&amp;rsquo;d just arrived at a new place I decided to check out, and the place was packed with short skirts, skin tight spandex, fish net tights, you name it, it was here.
Not that I had any intention of hitting on any of them. This place was classy enough to dwarf what little cash I had. I was still waiting for my big break as a teacher at a college or university. In the mean time, I was stumbling from odd job to odder job. They didn&amp;rsquo;t pay very well, but it was enough for a fairly decent, if tiny apartment, gas for my beat up old car, food on the table, and occasionally enough left over for an occasional night out. And this was one of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Witch Hunt on Halloween</title><link>/stories/2007/10/31/witch-hunt-on-halloween/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/31/witch-hunt-on-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“What the hell!” Geoff stood agog at the sight that beheld him just a few yards away on the other side of the bushes. There dancing in the moonlight were some naked men and women. They were dancing around a fire. Geoff counted them. There were six men and six women. They were all chanting some weird incantations. Geoff could not understand what they were chanting. “It must be in some foreign language!” he thought, “I had better get out of here before they see me!” He took one last look at them. From the flickering flames reflecting on their bodies and faces, Geoff surmised they must be about fifty. He had always imagined some nubile young girls dancing naked, but if these were witches, then they could stop someone dead in their tracks just by looking at them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hard Dreams</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/hard-dreams/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/hard-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>