WARNING: This story is an Erotic Horror story. Such stories are meant to contain many of the same elements that horror movies contain. That means they may not be suitable for all tastes. Classic horror movies by legendary directors like Argento, Fulci, Romero, D'Amato, Hooper, Lenzi, etc., contain sometimes shocking scenes of cannibalism, violence, gore, zom...
A tale of fiction about fictional characters. ***** Kitty Foreman was singing softly to herself as she straightened up the basement recreation room where her teenage son Eric and his close-knit group of friends seemed to spend the majority of their free time. It was a beautiful Autumn day outside and all of the kids were still in school on a Friday afterno...
"Sir, I'm going to need you to stand over to the side, please." "Is there a problem?" I asked, my stomach curling into a ball. The agent looked at my passport again as she repeated, "Please, sir, just step over here," motioning to a section of the floor which had been marked with tape and cordoned off with retractable queue ribbon. I stepped into the squa...
"Eureka!" cried Hank as he rushed into the lavish bedroom, still in his lab coat. "What now, did you discover another cure for erectile dysfunction? Though, God knows, you've never had a problem with that." said Jan, teasingly. She was sitting on the bed, removing her boots, having obviously just flown in the open window and regained her normal size. She wa...
It was very hard following Amy as we ran through the Dorset countryside that morning. Literally. From the moment she'd pulled on her skin-tight shorts and pink crop top, I'd been reduced to a drooling, jabbering wreck. Whenever the footpath narrowed, she'd insisted on going in front, swaying her hips, thrusting her bottom towards my face, leaving me gnashi...
"Not a bad punch you have there, my dear, but is not going to keep me away from you for long." Letting the blood run down until, it slowly began to heal moving into a fighting stance while he looked towards her. Satavia looked towards the man placing her hand over her throat for a moment, it rather hurt to know how strong he was. Scared to realize he is so s...
I was so excited to get a comment back on the last couple of chapters, until I read them. Ouch, that stung a little bit. I'm sorry this story isn't to your liking. But here's the next chapter, as contrived and predictable as it is. ***** It had taken hours to fall asleep last night, but I must have eventually done so because light was now coming in throug...
This is the continuation of the story of my foolish submission to an online Master, who actually became my visitor and all the things that happened as a result. It describes how I slid further and further under his control, by his use of drugs, heavy persuasion and as he is a doctor, the changes he made to my body to prevent my escape from him. This particu...
[For those of you who've never heard of a Chasti-Permalock (or the predecessor, the "Chastilock2000"), a bit of introduction is in order. Back in 1998, I was watching some infomercial (for lack of a better programme), and was struck by the uncanny way that one Barbie-dollish spokesmodel was hyping up a product as though it were the greatest thing since slice...
I own a specialty women's apparel store in Dallas called Les is Mor. It's a play on the old Bauhaus/Mies van der Rohe design adage that Less is More, but with the spelling its message dictates. It also reflects the kind of clothing I sell. As applied to the female figure, Les cover is Mor interesting. Mor exciting. Mor tantalizing. Mor arousing. I don't carr...