* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "It's Halloween and I don't believe in witches or goblins or Dracula. I will not wear a costume or force myself to go to a party." Those are the words she told herself that morning. So if she didn't believe in witches, why was she in this creepy shop. The answer to that w...
Patron saint of love and lovers. The patron saint of love, lovers, and happy marriages has a change of heart. Did you ever stop and wonder why we have a Saint Valentine's Day? Did you ever wonder who Saint Valentine was and what he did to earn such a saintly perch in the Catholic religion? By the way, no other holiday, not even Christmas, is celebrated as...
If Lexi Mariner hadn't been so drunk she never would have set the cupid trap and never would have caught the cupid, but she had been drunk—slurry and piss-on-the-world drunk—and her friend Jenna the self-styled Witch hadn't wanted to talk to her on the phone at 11:30 PM about what Lexi should do with Ross Endicot, not when Lexi was in one of her moods, and n...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I'm still not sure how I let my sister talk me into a Halloween cosplay party that particular year, of course. Maybe I was just in a mood to forget my troubles and the recent divorce from Kathy after six years of marriage. Granted, it was stupid to marry my high school sweetheart...
He had been on track of her for days. She was an elusive target. His mission had sounded simple like all the others. Matter of fact the boss had been pretty off hand about the whole thing to begin with. "Look...this is your next objective. She was burned on Valentines Day three years ago. Her lover took her out to dinner then broke up with her. He had alrea...
Note: This story dips between maledom and malesub, and contains characters getting brainwashed by suckling at a holstaur's breasts. Catgirls, goblin maids, cupids and kitsune are also involved. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Thirsty, are we?" Longyamen looked up at her, questioningly, his silver eyes blinking transparent eyelids. She watched his scaly pale-rose tail fl...
You wonder, what was before. Everything has to have a beginning, somehow. but what - or who was before that beginning? How came this world into existence? And why the heck is the air over there flirring and glistening? Who are you? Carol - not the sharpest knife in the drawer but still the hottest chick at your college Father Paul - an irish priest in the ye...
Ellie's the name, and acquisitions is the game. If you want it, I can get it for you. But you'd better be ready to pay. Only the very richest can afford my services, but what they get for that money is, well, anything. No matter how well protected it is, no matter the security systems, I can get in there and retrieve it, whatever it may be and wherever it ma...
IF GREAT AUTHORS WROTE PORN. #1 Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers The last ray of light which faintly illumines the gloom, and then disappears into that hidden obscurity and darkness in which the earlier history of the customary nocturnal activities of the immortal Pickwick would appear to be involved, is derived from the perusal of the following entry i...
"Sound the alarms, sound the alarms!" an angel yelled aggressively. The sound of his voice could barely be heard over his frantically pumping wings and the chatter around him. His gold laced robes flew about him as he tried to land on the precipice where the elders were holding their talks. He was at the edge of a large outcropping in the mountain. A stream...