Confessions of a Horny Devil [Bea29 and TheVillain]
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				Title: <strong>Confessions of a Horny Devil [Bea29 and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 23:11:31</strong>
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				<em><strong>Welcome back to The Author's Corner, I am Burt Connors. For those of you just joining the program today we have a very special guest, the first supernatural best-selling Author Nick Brooklyn. Nick's book is called "Pyrrhic Victory: Hell's Legacy Eternal" and in it Nick makes a fantastic claim. Nick, tell us about it.<br><br>Thank you, Burt. In my book I make the argument that you can kind of consider Hell the ultimate winners of the Curb Stomp War instead of the Humans. Now, I'm not here to argue facts and I certainly concede that we didn't win in the way we wanted or thought we would. But Hell was founded on an original set of ideas that we saw come to fruition and be adopted by the human race.<br><br>And it's a good thing you're not here to argue the numbers. The true number of casualties is still being counted but it's something almost completely one-sided. The Armies of Hell suffered at least 99.5% losses, the Armies of Heaven suffered at least 98%, but the Armies of Man only suffered a comparatively light 17% losses and that was mostly in less developed regions.<br><br>It's even worse then that, actually. When a human died, their soul goes to a judgement process in which they go to heaven, hell, or purgatory. It's automatic. When a demon or an angel dies their essence instead went to either the Devil or God to be resurrected if they felt like it. So any angel or demon that was killed but not resurrected before the humans killed their respective leader is effectively lost forever. And we still don't know what happened to those that died after. It's quite possible that we just cease to exist when we die now.<br><br>So now it's quite possible that Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven are now entirely populated by human souls without supervision. It would be interesting to see what results of that but let's get back to your claim.</strong></em><br><br>Nick rolled in bed, not entirely sure when exactly he woke up as the radio clock had immediately started playing a recording of his interview and it got his attention. It also woke up Amy right there next to him. She moans in pleasure, smirking at the demon next to her. He puts his hand on her head, then gives a gentle push to hint strongly that now would be a great time for a blowjob.<br><br><strong><em>Yes, I'll fully admit that we didn't win the way we wanted to win and by percentages we took the heaviest losses but Hell was founded on an idea of freedom and that a well-meaning tyrant is still a tyrant. Heaven is perfect, and God's rule was Perfect - but only in the same sense that a Sterile Operating Room is perfect. No germs, no disease, but no freedom, no choice. Heaven has no criminals, but it doesn't have any artists either. Or poets. Hell, on the other hand, finds its beauty in the attempt at perfection. The failure as well as the success. <br><br>So it's the hours before the Curb Stomp War, which I hate that name but it is accurate, and the trump has sounded. The seals are open, the horsemen are riding - it's our time and we rise! And you humans did what we thought you would and joined up with Heaven, at first. But then you figured out that they have no interest in saving your world, just killing us first before they end it themselves. So what do you humans do? You tell us both to screw off, you form your own army, and you fight back. And I'll admit, our methods and tactics were outdated at best and as such you wiped the floor with both of our armies - you humans were the last ones standing.<br><br>But when you finally saw God as we see him, and when you responded by shoving a nuke up his backside - your armies lasted longest but it was our principles and our vision that won. Granted, you shoved a nuke up Satan's backside first - so it wasn't perfect.<br><br>Yes, Quite - now another project you've been working on...</em></strong><br><br>Nick groans as he cums hard down Amy's throat, his thick and black seed being swallowed greedily. Naturally of course, Amy already got her womanhood filled with it last night but she gives a great blowjob. Granted, he was actually trying to release faster instead of slowing down.<br><br>"<strong>I suck you good, big guy. What do you think of that?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I think you need to get out of here before your husband finds out.</strong>" he replies off the cuff, which angers and scared her a bit. It does the job though as she hurriedly starts putting clothes on and getting out. She had been a decent lay but really, getting her to cheat on her husband wasn't even a challenge when it's on a website just for that which led to their meeting.<br><br><strong><em>...Confessions of a Horny Devil. In it you make a startling confession. You "come out" as it were.<br><br>Yes indeed. Angels and Demons usually are hung like Ken and Barbie dolls. We have the rough shape but no actual equipment. There are, however, exceptions. Incubi and Succubi on our side and Angels of Joy on theirs. As a rule we're actually genderless but the ones who specialize in the sexual side of things do have the equipment and on my blog I came out recently as an Incubus.<br><br>So while most demons who look male just look male, you are actually biologically male with male genitalia.<br><br>That's about the size of it. Not many demons left so it wouldn't surprise me if I was the last Incubus but there it is. And since Satan is dead I lost most of my mojo, so right now that's about all I have going for me. Which is why I turned to writing.<br><br>And who knew you'd be so good at it? One book down and talks of turning your blog into a book on its own - you're making a name for yourself.</em></strong><br><br>He smiles like he smiled when he gave that interview and relaxed.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 05:35:56</strong>
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				Bea gently stirs in bed when she hears the conversation on the television. Her tv is set up on timer to act like her alarm clock in the morning since violence and dead bodies nornally distract her from usual horny state in the morning. As she grew consciousness, she also grew aware of what they were discussing on the show. "Confessions of a Horny Devil" <br><br>She only allowed herself a few seconds of torture before rolling over in bed to grab the remote and shut the damn thing off. She sighed in relief when silence filled the room. "Fuck my life." She groans. "At least my life is getting some" She adds before dragging herself out of bed and heading straight to the bathroom.<br><br>She enters the shower and turns it on to the highest setting. She enjoys the scalding heat as she starts to lather her body with olive scented body soap. Her mind starts to wander and she ends up thinking about the Incubus from the show. She used to hear a lot of rumors about a devil who was living amongst humans and his special talent. A lot of girls from her old circle were ruined for any other man after sleeping with him. She had no idea he was running a blog though. Her curiosity was piqued but she knew she couldn't cave.<br><br>Quitting cold turkey was probably the hardest thing she's ever have to do but it was necessary. She was a sex addict and it was taking over her life so she decided to get help. That was 3 months ago and now she feels like she can explode any moment. Even as she rubbed the soap off her breasts she could not stop thinking of the Incubus. Life certainly isn't fair.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 19:29:11</strong>
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				He had turned off the interview at that point, it was just about over anyway. Instead he flips the TV to the movie section and flips through a few choices. Smiling, he sits nude on his couch as he flips through his choices.<br><br>Heh, "Ape Canyon" - eh? A porn movie about Bigfoot and his "adventures" as the greatest lover in North America. Oh, this should be good for a laugh. He just lays back and laughs, masturbating while he starts watching a movie about a bigfoot/man-in-a-bad-ape-suit doing the nasty with human women.<br><br>There's a knock on the door, and he considers putting a robe to hide his glory but decides against it. He'll get one if he needs it, he's still got some mojo left. Yes, let's see who is at the door - he walks up and takes a look out the peephole.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 09:33:15</strong>
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				Bea stared at her reflection in the mirror as she wiped herself down. With her long dark brown hair, naturally tanned complexion and exotic looks, it was no surprise that she received a lot of attention. She knew that she looked different and this is why people notice her. It was up to her to keep their attention though and the best way she knew how was through sex. It gave her a sense of power and confidence. The sense of desire was a sure ego boost for her. <br><br>Too many drunken nights and waking up in sketchy motel rooms took it's toll though. She almost had a pregnancy scare and that was when she knew she needed to clean up her act. She did not want to bring a child into the world at this stage in her life. She started seeing a therapist and Dr. Michaels was the one who diagnosed her with addiction to sex. Apparently, it's really an illness.<br><br>Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked out of the bathroom. Bea opened her closet door and started rummaging around for an easy to wear dress since she was feeling lazy. She settled on a black shirt dress that hit above her knees and a pair of gold studded flats. She had a session before lunch meaning she had to leave the house in the next 20 minutes if she didn't want to miss her bus. "Here goes nothing." She muttered under her breath as she walked out of the bedroom.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 16:46:01</strong>
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				Not even bothering to put on clothes or bring his erection down, Nick looks through the peephole and smiles at what he sees. Joy was her name, an African-American woman who delivered the mail to the apartment complex. She was not so subtly adjusting her uniform to show off a bit more cleavage. In fairness to Joy, she actually looked pretty good from all the walking of her job - it certainly wasn't her fault that delivoring the mail was such an unsexy job.<br><br>Heh, he didn't have a whole lot of mojo left but he had a little. It wasn't hard to see what kind of thing she wanted - the mail for this complex was supposed to be put in boxes down in the lobby and she had her clipboard out. Since when did you have to sign for bills and junk mail?<br><br>So yes, his powers were a pale shadow of what they used to be at best - but he had some. A moment, a deep breath - just to see how deep her sympathetic sinful thoughts went. He's only surprised by how far and deep they go, certainly not surprised at their presence. She's known he was a demon for a while and saw him in the lobby at one point, but apparently only recently learned that he was an Incubus not to long ago. He chuckled a bit, she was full on fantasizing in her head about being snatched up, drug into his "lair", and sexually used and abused for hours. She tells herself that she'd be satisfied with him answering the door in a state of dress or undress that gave her a good idea of how big his demon cock was, and that might be true, but she was fantasizing on a whole different and darker level.<br><br>Heh, he chuckles as he decides to go for his original idea and go from there - he answers the door completely naked and fully erect with the sounds of a brunette moaning the name of bigfoot wafting toward Joy from behind him. The dark reddish skin shines like it was at least partially made of clay from a kiln with yellow eyes that looked into Joy's soul. And his cock was everything she wished for and more, hung like porn stars claim to be hung. She's literally struck silent, just able to lick her lips.<br><br>He mentally notes that he does have a few hours before his immigration mandated appointment with Dr. Michaels. He didn't consider himself a sex addict and had no desire to stop but they were making him go and it might be nice to be able to take it down a notch. Later.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 05:06:31</strong>
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				She arrived at the meeting room about 15 minutes early for which she mentally scolded herself. She honestly hated going to Sex Addicts Anonymous because she didn't believe that picking on a scab helps heal it. They all had to recall sexual experiences and how it made them feel then they move on to analyzing why you crave for that feeling and how to replace it with something positive. "You're always going to be a Sex Addict, you just learn to control it." They would say.<br><br>There were days where the compulsion was so strong she would be on the verge of just going to the sleaziest bar in town and pulling the hottest guy there into the ladies room and fucking his brains out. Shaking her head at the thought, Bea began fiddling with her phone to look busy. It's always a shame to feel this awkward.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 14:38:35</strong>
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				When exactly he decided to toss caution to the wind not even he could tell but Joy didn't seem to care. At some point though he had gone from just letting her get a good look at raw, powerful demonic sex organs then he decided to hell with it and pulled her inside. Within seconds he had her pinned down on his couch with her clothes open and pounding into her.<br><br>Joy was tight and wet, no surprise from what he was sensing about her sexual activity. That was probably going to speed up and he was okay with that part. He didn't use a condom, never did. He was made to be allergic, so the encounter didn't stop until he was done and her womanhood flooded with his black seed.<br><br>It was after she got up to leave that he realized that technically he had just raped his mail woman. She hadn't actually consented to being pulled into his living room and fucked hard, just had fantasizes about it. He didn't expect any issues to arise, she smiled and had coo'd about her she had lost track of how many times she had cum (8, he knew exactly) but that didn't really change what had just happened.<br><br>So yeah, maybe he should take the Doc a bit more seriously - might be nice to take it down a notch. He showers, puts clothes on, and heads to his court mandated appointment a little early. Yeah, maybe taking it down a notch would be nice.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 17:52:49</strong>
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				Slowly, people started trickling in but Bea paid no attention to them. She was currently scrolling through her instagram feed mindlessly. It also baffles her how much time can pass by just by doing this. <br><br>She was getting antsy just sitting down so she decided to put her phone away and stretch her legs a bit. Bea could feel the stare of some of the people in the room. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Lack of sex lives pushed these people to turn to gossip instead and she knew that they're bound to start a rumor about her soon enough.<br><br>She walked over to one of the standing shelves in the room and leaned against it. She then proceeded to look around and begin studying everyone's faces. It was a pretty mixed group with men and women. She's only attended a couple of sessions and she has yet to actually speak to someone so people watching was the only upside of attending this type of session.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 19:28:29</strong>
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				He showed up about 10 minutes after the meeting started and when he did Bea didn't have to worry about rumors being spread about her. Nick Brooklyn walked in wearing an AC/DC shirt, blue jeans, sandals, and no underwear though the last one wasn't obvious. The fact that he had red, glistening skin with yellow eyes, horns,&nbsp; and black hair was all he needed to grab attention.<br><br>He doesn't apologize for showing up late. If anything he pulls and drinks a beer as he takes a seat and grumbles. He's obviously checking women out, Bea gets some hard looks herself. She would be uniquely positioned to see the tent in his pants though.<br><br>The blog said at one point that he did this occasionally to get laid, though truth be told he was genuinely trying to rein it in a bit.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 19:09:46</strong>
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				Bea was already seated and busy listening to the group leader discuss the day's agenda when an actual devil walked in the room. You'd think she was going crazy but ever since the great war, the ones left of their kind actually live amongst people already. She tried very hard not to stare but he was just so foreign and interesting that she couldn't help herself.<br><br>"As I was saying--" The instructor continues after he clears his throat to get everyone's attention. This also got Bea's attention and she was forced to focus on the instructor and the beginning of the cliche talk. She sighed slouching lower into her seat.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 19:30:25</strong>
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				They were rare of course, but seeing one walk into a room was no longer a sign of insanity and this one was polite enough it seems. Which is to say he wasn't vocally or violently opposing everything Dr. Micheals was saying. His disagreement was obvious though as he held in the occasional chuckle and produced the occasional beer from a pocket of his pants.<br><br>Which in his defense, it was just as much because what they guy was saying went to extreme. Sure, maybe taking it down a notch wasn't a bad idea but this guy often advised giving it up cold turkey. That was just dumb, he was going to have to talk to a few people see if he can move to a different guy. Total Abstinence? That can hurt you just as bad as total slut-age if in different ways.<br><br>So in the end he decides he might listen to a few points, but really he was here to pick up the Philipina Chick he was sitting next to so he could ruin her. A few seconds for his mojo to do its thing and he doesn't pick up any specific fantasy for her - but her name is Bea and she hasn't even masturbated in months. His cock hardens a bit at the thought of getting her back to his place and it can be visibly seen in his pants.<br><br>Of course, anyone whose read his blog knows that he does this once in a while - go to a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting to pick up chicks. But this group, probably less read it then normal. He smiles, and drinks some more. Then he pulls one out and offers it to Bea.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 05:59:36</strong>
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				She kept nodding her head at the words of Dr. Michaels. She wasn't sure if it were in agreement or in an attempt of convincing herself that the route she took is really correct. Quitting cold turkey needs to make sense because otherwise, everything would have been a waste.<br><br>Her concentration was disrupted when the devil beside her produced a beer from his pocket and offered it to her. She was stunned. How did the beers fit that pocket? She shaked her head no. She wasn't even sure if drinking at a place like this was legal. " The nuns warned me that the day would come where a devil will try and tempt me." She said chuckling. She hoped the joke wasn't too soon.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 06:55:09</strong>
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				He grinned at Bea being willing to whisper things in the back of the meeting. That was something he could work with, the only in he needed. He listens and can count on one hand the number of points he genuinely thought were good ones, but they were good ones.<br><br>"<strong>I'm not that kind of devil, and my kind of tempting will come later.</strong>" he jokes back quietly, smiling - she was joking about this. Good, showed him he had an opening. Hasn't even touched herself in months. This was either something that had no chance or was going to be easy.<br><br>"<strong>Though I do want to point out, he's doing a pretty good job of that. Seems to be going a tad overkill, don't you think?</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 07:49:33</strong>
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				She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at his comment. Was the devil flirting with her. What would she have done if this were months ago? She probably would have flirted back. To save face, she turned her attention back to the discussion. People were startingt to share their experience now.<br><br>The devil asked her a question that made her pause for a moment. "Well I dont know about you but I suck at control. I'd rather stop doing it all together than do it and not stop at the right moment. If that makes sense." She answered him. "What about you?" She asked genuinely interested in his answer. Why was he even in Sex Addicts Anonymous? Do devils even care about going after their pleasure excessively?
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 08:10:31</strong>
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				He shrugged as he imagined getting her in his car or getting to a park or something, just getting her somewhere that he could do wicked things to that body. A slight stirring in his pants, but he doesn't say much about it yet.<br><br>"<strong>You talk like you're giving up snack cakes, sorry babe - but your bodies were made to fuck. I can understand wanting to take it down a notch but giving it up entirely? You're probably doing as much damage to yourself quitting cold turkey as you are overindulging. Sex isn't exactly like smoking.</strong>" he whispers back casually making conversation.<br><br>"<strong>Truth? Thought it would be a laugh on my blog. In my defense, this guy does make some good points but he's going a bit overboard.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 08:19:15</strong>
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				Bea shrugged when he mentioned his views on quitting cold turkey. She knew he had a valid point but she also did not want to entertain the fact that he could be right. She wasn't a smoker but unlike smokers who normally turned to eating or sucking lollipops to satisfy their oral fixation, she had nothing to replace sex with.<br><br>She glanced at him but quickly averted her gaze when she noticed the tent in his pants. How insensitive can he be? Treating all of the hard work they're doing as a joke. She also heard the word blog and it clicked in her mind. This was the Incubus from the news this morning. She shaked her head in disgust at the situation.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 09:06:36</strong>
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				He grins as he answers her question of 'entirely', being a demon after all. He shrugs with a low giggle as he finishes his last beer. Yeah, he was going to be a bit disgusting in comparison to how he morally handled things.<br><br>"<strong>What can I say? I'm not even saying that out of self-interest - I've been around the block enough times to know that human beings just don't work that way.</strong>"<br><br>Someone else shares their story about something tragic and sad, Nick sighs and leans back in his chair to close his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 09:23:01</strong>
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				The session ended and Bea could not get out of her chair fast enough. There was something about the carefree attitude of this devil that was bugging the hell out of her. She can't let her guards down or she might risk all the progress she's made.<br><br>She headed out the building and started walking towards the direction of her favorite restaurant. Maybe a nice treat for herself would satisfy her and make her forget all naughty thoughts. She frowned all the way to the nice little italian restaurant a half block away.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 01:26:29</strong>
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				Well, that didn't go as desired. He was kind of hoping to be her drop from the wagon, he kind of had a bit of a "fall from grace" thing he liked. Instead of leaving with him though she practically ran off. A pity, he could tell right off that she was going to explode - metaphorically speaking - and he was hoping he'd be there for her to facilitate the fall.<br><br>He headed to the park to just take a walk. It was a pity, he was comforted by the signs from the doomsayers but they didn't really see any "the end is nigh" signs anymore. Mostly because the end did indeed come, fizzled, and went on, but they were fun to see. And comforting. Though he did think he saw a former sign holder arguing with a box. Ah, nice.
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				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 15:13:58</strong>
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				After that weird interaction, Bea's mind was left boggled all day. She did not want to entertain some of the points the devil made but she knew that some of them were actual questions she asked herself before. Sighing,she tossed her keys onto the bedside table before proceeding to remove her clothing.<br><br>After the scrumptious meal, she decided to walk home to clear her mind. All it did was make her feet hurt and her hair frizzy. She put her hair in a bun and grabbed one of the shirts she slept in and slipped it on. She then positioned herself om the recliner by her bed and got comfortable.<br><br>With her ipad on her lap, she began checking her mail. After she logged out, she was redirected to the main yahoo page and thaf's when she saw the article about the blog 'Confessions of a Horny Devil'. Would it hurt to take a small peak? She asked herself as she left the cursor hovering over the hyperlink. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 17:47:47</strong>
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				If there's one thing Bea can see right away is that why exactly he got the book deal. Nick Brooklyn, for a demon created for the sole purpose of spreading sexual sins, was a surprisingly good writer. The first post would be the premise if his book later about the Curb Stomp War from the point of view of a cog in the demon army. It was a tragedy actually, he gives it a sense of foreboding and you almost feel sorry for the lower rank demons. Especially the ones who had an idea of what was coming.<br><br>The last post, posted a few days ago, describes an adventure where he want to a different Sex Addict's Anonymous group and managed to pick up two women. The good news is that he describes the comic romp of getting to his apartment, ending when he closes the door. It's actually pretty funny, navigating the city while keeping the ladies interested in what he can do in the bedroom without making them feel guilty for where they were and interacting with other characters. The bad news is that he describes things in decidedly sexual terms, even revealing what he can feel off of women's sexual thoughts and desires.<br><br>It reads like a very solidly written book, unfortunately that book is a romance novel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Confessions of a Horny Devil [Bea29 and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bea29</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 04:21:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bea read the posts like a mad woman. His writing captured her and she couldn't stop reading the posts. The amount of detail almost made you feel like a voyeur for knowing every private fact. It seems that this devil was indeed a good writer, good enough to get you hooked.<br><br>She was surprised when a moan escaped her lips. She didn't even notice anymore that her hand had traveled south already. The posts got her so turned on that she was actually fondling herself under her panties. "Fuck." She cursed when she realized what she was doing.<br><br>She immediately withdrew her left hand from her wetness forcing herself to stop. Setting down the ipad, she ran to the bathroom to wash her hands immediately removing any trace of what she almost did. She then splashed her face with cold water. This was exactly what she was afraid of and she couldn't believe she caved and read that blog. She couldn't help but be cosumed with guilt and it felt horrible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Confessions of a Horny Devil [Bea29 and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 04:30:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Which, ironically, was completely counter to the point of what he was saying in the blog. That might of been the most insidious thing of it all - that there was no point to the guilt if you weren't hurting anyone else. If it harms none, why not? If anything, abstaining completely did as much harm as doing it too much.<br><br>So if he knew that she rubbed herself reading it and then felt guilty about it he would of laughed. Instead however he was walking home, giving the finger to a bible thumper. Apparently they still had those despite God dying a while ago. Huh.
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