The Castaway

Yes, there are elven ears in some of these photos, and human ones.  Ignore that. Enjoy the twiddle. The young female watched the ebb and flow of the water, mesmerized by the waves lapping on the shore. She had been found a few days earlier, barely alive, holding onto the rocks as the dawn broke. … Continue reading The Castaway

There once was a Bunny and a Duck

Easter weekend, and the galleria is pretty quiet.  I'm snuggling with a new drone, Angel, and with Anastazia, a repeat visitor of the galleria.  Spitfire and I had an intense discussion while I was djing.  Thankfully, I didn't have to voice, but it was still deep, emotional, and more.  She had been sent to bed … Continue reading There once was a Bunny and a Duck


"you write good smut, mine," she tells me after reading something I was twiddling over. "I'd like to see more. It's made me wiggly." I groan. Smut sometimes is easy to write, but not always. Is this even any good? "You are filled with vampire venom,” Spitfire told me as I laid naked on the … Continue reading Smut