My Daze With The Dark Muse

by D.M. Needom

Genres: Alternative History Fantasy; Urban Fantasy; rock stars; Journal

Synopsis

When you are a rockstar, nothing is real.

Nigel Hartagan is the epitome of a rock star. He has the successful award-winning music career, a talented wife, and a beautiful daughter. But on the side, he is spiraling out of control in a daze with the Powder Goddess.

In Nigel's world, the highs were high, but the lows have made him discover that a monster is lurking inside. Nigel soon plunges to rock bottom as he goes further into the Goddess's clutches and slips into a delusional world where debauchery is his only goal.

From getting caught with a transitioning prostitute to selling his own kid, to blowing up rehab, Nigel is turning into a beast he would never imagine to be.

Nigel battles for his life as drugs make him choose between his love for his new Powder Goddess or his Musical Mistress.

***Author's Note - This book is a Very Dark and Twisted tale. There are incidents of Drug use, strong language, some violence, and attempted rape. This book is not for the faint of heart.***

Release date: December 14, 2020

Publisher: Kitty Mystic

Print pages: 331

Content advisory: Drug Use, Infidelity, Abuse

Sample

Master of Seduction

17 November 1997

 

    Do I have regrets? Yes, however, that was the best f*ck I’ve had in a long time. Experience is sometimes worth so much more than f*cking someone you’re in a relationship with. You can f*ck and not care if you’re too rough, especially when they like it that way. Driving it deep and them begging for more just makes me even more driven to give them a good pounding.

    When you care, well you supposed to care about the other person you’re nailing. The truth is I haven’t always, in fact, most of the time; it has only been an act. Yes, I said I faked it. Women do it all the time. Fake they’re moaning and pleasurable orgasms, but the truth is men can fake it just as much. 

    Most women crave intimacy and well, not all men really give it to you.  Sure, I can look deep into your eyes and caress your cheek. I can tell you how my life wouldn’t be complete without you. Honestly,  sometimes it’s all an act. Something, I’ve learned so I can get into your pants or get you out of your pants. It’s however, you want to look at it. I say what I need to, to be able to cop a feel of your breast, even if it is over your shirt. I stroke you the way I need to, hoping to let my hand find its way into your warm and very wet slit. I like to get you so worked up that you can’t refuse, and while you can feel my warm breath on your cheek as I say, “I want to taste you.” I know you’re willing for that and so much more as you’ve spread your legs for me.  Yes, I am a master of seduction, and if that little statement opens your lips. I’m hoping that whichever lips I chose to stick my dick in you will be more than obliging.

    So, does this make me a cad, a dick, or a pig? Maybe but it’s the truth. While I am capable of loving someone, I don’t often equate sex as part of love. Love has to be on a more mental level. For me to love someone well, that entails so much more, and well, you have to reach a very high mark for me to truly love you. This will be a lesson that my little friend here will have to learn once I’m free from here. For now, I’ll tell her what she needs to hear or at least what I feel she needs to. Anything so I can keep f*cking her.  Then when I’m out, well, we shall see. Not sure I’m going to be f*cking my wife. Pregnant chicks do nothing for me. Peace Out- N.