I wasn’t just flirting with a demon. I wasn’t just flirting with a succubus. She was in my bed and I feared for my very life, my very soul. Yes, I had a type: blonde, big boobs, and blue eyes. Meeza wasn’t anywhere near my type: dark hair, thin, and athletic body. I took her home anyway. It was the worst—and best—decision I had ever made. It wasn’t that she cast a spell over me. She was just a one-night stand. But everything changed for me after that. Everything and everyone. I should have stuck to my type. This is a 40,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of sex between humans and demons. It focuses on explicit sex, BDSM, group sex, rough sex, risky sex, complicated sexual relationships, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older. Originally published in four parts. Excerpt: She totally wasn’t my type. I prefer petite blondes with blue eyes, though I once dated a blonde with green eyes, just to let you know that I had an open mind. Meeza was tall and elegant with dusky skin and shiny black hair that fell to the middle of her back, long and sleek. She wasn’t thin, but athletic. My preferences in the opposite sex included large breasts with a nice sized bottom. Meeza had a small chest and while I couldn’t get all the details under her skirt, she definitely did not have a big butt. Judging by the muscle definition on her exposed arms I figured her rump had to be muscular if nothing else. She was pretty, very pretty. That would have been enough to catch my eye, but I would have moved on. I should have moved on. We met at a party held by a friend of a friend. I forget why it was held. It doesn’t matter. It was just an excuse for a group to get together and drink and listen to music and dance and hook up. After she caught my eye, she held it. Normally I would have just nodded at her, maybe said a word of greeting, and moved on, but I paused. That was the mistake.