From Report of Captain James Kerrigan, 9th Precinct, Feb. 24, 2000: We found the document below when we accessed the apartment of Charlene Winters at 2018 E. 9th Street, after the tragedy at the Hudson River piers on the night of 2/20/2000. - - - - - - - - I'm leaving this message to let friends and family know what happened, if I disappear from sight. I'...
The sound of his mating shattered the silence of the night. He thrust his cock like a spear into his unwilling prey again and again. It's size was like that of a mammoth's trunk, both in size and length. Far greater than any woman has ever taken, but that never stopped him from taking this woman and marking her as his. He was like an animal in heat, that was...
This work is inspired by a folk song of the same name, and is going to be a series of interconnected vignettes- a fun, raunchy romp through paranormal, fantastical, mythological and fairy-tale characters old and new. I think it will ultimately be comprised of seven "novellas" that entwine the central story of a succubus innkeeper and her demonic paramour. En...
Cold rock pressed against the soft flesh of her back, though she hadn't come to the realization as of yet. Still dizzy from whatever had hit her from behind that had promptly knocked her unconscious, she had her eyes closed. It took a moment or two for her eyes to open, but even then she remained in some sort of haze. All she could make out were dark splotch...
The wooden door swung open with a loud thud, hitting the wall behind it. He didn't see her at first. Stepping cautiously into the room, his breath caught in the back of his throat. She lay on the ground, a crumpled dirty heap, unconscious. A bellow of rage fell from his lips as he rushed toward her, picking her up gently. She sighed gently. Cien took a dee...
All characters are over 18. The envelope sat neatly centered on his desk, his name inscribed on the creamy paper in delicate calligraphy. Roger lowered himself into his chair, his eyes shifting left and right before they returned to his desk He pressed a button on his phone and said, "Debbie, did I have any visitors while I was at lunch?" "No, Mr. Travers,...
The last bells of the school day had tolled, and 18-year-old Fiona listened as giggles and girlish taunts filled and left the hallways of St. Martin's. She sighed, scowling at her classmates as she restlessly shifted on the Disciplinarian's wooden bench, the one she had been snapped at to sit on by Sister Cecilia. Her ear still smarted from being dragged by...
The maiden Lena looked out the window as the fires in the hills burned brightly, there on wooden stakes were numerous bodies impaled grotesquely. They were the defeated final defense of the small kingdom that had been protected for seven hundred years by the Royal Legion until a new army came forward out of the dark mountains of Kalzard, an foul and dark mys...
You know those girls? The hot ones. The too hot ones. The ones you see in malls and on beaches who never give anyone a second glance? The ones that are too hot to be movie stars. The ones who are too hot to approach - yet when you do, drunk at a bar or dared by your friends, she says she has a boyfriend? I am that boyfriend. Those girls are mine. Keep your...
This is the second chapter of my 'The Monk Ambrosio' series. This chapter chiefly features Matilda, Ambrosio's lover from Chapter One. In it, Matilda meets with her Master. Let's see what happens shall we? ---------------------------------- "Now I truly must go," said Ambrosio, rising from the couch. Matilda sighed deeply, her body flushed with the heat of...