WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE CRYPT OF MORBIUS. A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING GOES AND NOTHING LEGAL IS OFF LIMITS.
ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU LEAVE YOUR INHIBITIONS (AND CLOTHES IF YOU SO DESIRE) AT THE DOOR, STEP INSIDE AND ENJOY THE MANY WONDERFUL SIGHTS, GUARDED BY THE DARKEST OF SOULS, HELD WITHIN
It's Tuesday and that m means it's time for me to tease and tantalize you with one image and 200 words. Hopefully you enjoy my offering and follow the accompanying link to see what all my other wonderful friends have for you this week. Thank You
I found the mirror when I was cleaning out the attic not long after
moving in and, at first, didn't think anything of it. To be honest I
was surprised it was in such good condition, considering it had been
buried under piles of boxes and old clothes. The frame seemed to be
perfect, with no scuffs or scratches, which I could see in the
darkness and the glass looked to be immaculate.
Carefully I took it down to my bedroom and placed it at the foot of
my bed, before running my fingers along the dusty edges of the
finally crafted wood. Unfortunately the frame wasn't as perfect as I
thought, and I caught my finger on a jagged splinter sticking out of
As I snatched my hand away a drop of blood fell on to the face of the
mirror, yet before I could get a cloth to clean it off the blood
vanished before my eyes. Stunned I moved my face toward the glass,
and suddenly got the feeling I was being watched.
Unable to avert my gaze the urge to strip out of my clothes suddenly
became overwhelming and I quickly found myself staring at my naked
form, my hand wrapped lightly around my hard shaft.