Why did I not remember that this stupid carnival was in town this weekend? Darn it! Now I am going to be late for work. The main street is closed down and I have no idea how long the detour is. Oh well, I have no choice. At least I left on time for once instead of trying to get a 20 minute drive done in 15. I wonder if it will still be running when I get out...
**AUTHORS NOTE: This short story is based on the cult-classic, public domain film, Carnival of Souls! (The beginning of it, at least.) A few things have been changed and modernized, but regardless, I hope you enjoy this steamy take on this spooky story. Thank you!** * Melanie Henry is beautiful. She's always been perceived as the daintiest, out of her and...
"Mark! I'm over here!" I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband's attention. It was useless though; he couldn't hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn't noticed our booth when he walked past. "Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?" A sweaty, overweight man stood beside three sweaty, underweight kids. Each child clutched a dollar bil...
Under the Fireworks (With Brec Bassinger) Premise: A lucky fan meets Brec Bassinger at a Fourth of July Fair (you know, when we actually did stuff like that) and after some talking she takes him into the woods for some public, naughty fun. NOTE: The following story is a work of fiction, and intended for a mature audience. The author of this piece has no re...
To be fair, I didn't want to go at all. The thought of following my bitch wife and her entourage of fawning, panting male admirers to the carnival in the next town hardly inspired me, but I thought it best to go if just to keep an eye on Carla if for no other reason. At that time, Carla and I had been married for about five years. It was good at first, but...
Amy smiled brightly at her friends, standing up as the bus screeched to a halt in front of her house. Her skin-tight denim skirt had risen up her thighs slightly and she smoothed it gently into place along her smooth, well-shaped ass. "I'll see you tonight, ok?" She grinned again and turned away. Retreating to her bedroom upstairs, she turned on the radio...
This is part two of a fictional story and not intended to suggest anything about real-life BDSM play, consent, or relationships. I welcome your comments and suggestions for this story. Thank you. ***** When I awoke the next morning, Matthew had already left for work. He had left a note for me. "At 2 pm, go to the bathroom and slide this plug into your as...
I entered The Rooms of Mirrors and started to laugh at silly shapes and sizes, but as I moved through the maze of rooms, I became more and more confused by multiple reflections at odd angles and false exits. The disorientation was complete when the door of the last room slammed shut behind me, and I was plunged into total darkness. It seemed as if I had go...
The night she arrived in Paris, before she unpacked a wilder, freer, dimension of herself, Daija had a dizzying notion: "What if he wasn't waiting, as promised, at the carousel on Quai Branly?" she mused. She shook off her doubt as easily as the fear that no longer imprisoned her, now that she had traveled across an ocean from repression. If his love proved...
I met Victoria when she was 22 but started dating her a year later. We met at this carnival which was in town and us sailors had just returned from sea. Most of them were with their wives enjoying. I was bored so decided to take a walk till the very end. When I reached till the last of the tents it was a very quiet place. Just a few couples smoking weed and...