This story belongs in Horror but not necessarily Erotic. It could go in different categories. There is violence in this story and some non-consensual sex. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. * Part 1 The Story: I'm Ray and I work for the local Sheriff's Department in our small community. We usuall...
Hi Folks, Thanks for the reaction to last week's piece, both positive and negative. Whether you realize it or not we really are trying to improve and are listening to your comments and views. This time out I had an idea in mind, but I also wanted to see if I could bring it in with fewer pages. I had to cut out a lot of the things I wanted to do, but I think...
Fasta Danica Woodhouse sat in the lecture room staring adoringly at the man writing figures on the chalk board. She thought him to be the handsomest man she had ever seen, "A true Adonis," she thought. Not only was he extremely good looking, he was also courteous and charming, if somewhat austere. It may well have been this very austereness that added to...
The back door closed with a thump, he didn't say bye; I realised and I rushed to the front door, forgetting for a second it was nailed shut. I fell to my knees and cried infuriated at the obstacle. I cried for a long time before I pulled myself up and headed back to the kitchen sniffing and wiping the tears and snot from my face with my hands. "He's only g...
I enter my office about twenty past three. Vanessa is not there, neither is she in the bathroom or the small bedroom adjoining my work space. But at least she has made fresh coffee. Undoubtedly you're asking yourself how an office worker can afford a bedroom behind his desk. And no, I'm not the kind of work-alcoholic who sleeps at his office. The answer is...
I'm sitting here somewhat confused, with a gnawing sensation inside that something just isn't right. I can't articulate it really, but it's there still eating at me. Sometimes you just know when something is off. Right? I'm not making sense, let me explain. I just went to my wife's office to drop off her phone that she left at the house. No I didn't see som...
Chiquita and Aaron are in the forest, looking at the sky. They are lying on the ground, staring at the moon and the stars. They secretly love each other. They've always lived like best friends, sometimes enemies, but mainly friends. They never told each other how they really felt about each other. They are left stranded on this island since they were eight y...
It's not often that I write in the third person; but here goes for a short tale that's been kicking around for a while now. A version of it has been available elsewhere for sometime. However, it would appear that I am no longer satisfied of writing very short stories and having read this through again; maybe I want to know more about these characters myself....
Lily Peeples, or 'Lil', as she liked to be called, was a pretty 22-year-old blonde with blue eyes, hourglass curves and big tits. She was walking through the entrance to the Toronto branch of JumpCorp, a big, international electronics company. I must get this job, no matter what I have to do, she thought as she approached the elevator. She was right to nee...
It had been 33 long years since he saw her last. That day could just as well have been the day before, though, it was that fresh in his memory. Dan's mind flashed back, as he sat in his car in the airport parking lot. Patty was a vision then, her body perky and soft, yet round with the exhuberance of youth. Her perfect B cup breasts were always partially ex...