It began slowly. I was lightly dozing in bed, naked, when the first signs that something was wrong happened. At first it felt like the beginning tremors of an earthquake, shaking the queen-sized bed on its frame. I opened my eyes to find the bedroom walls were the colors of fire. The angry color made me sick to my stomach and the room begun to spin out of c...
He had pink skin. It was early evening and the setting sun streamed almost horizontally through the trees as I walked home through the woods, through nature at its most beautiful. Calm, undefiled by human presence, save for myself. Except today there was someone else. Someone who did not belong there. Not at all. He had pink skin. By 'pink' I don't mean t...
I was beginning to think that Leverton just might not have any more surprises for me. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stepped into the kitchen one morning, there stood Thelma at the stove. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather, it was the manner of her dress. As usual, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a pair of those very tiny kilt s...
It was a grey, wet late November day. Ian walked through a forest getting ready for a winter's slumber: the brown leaves carpeting the ground; the tan branches projecting sharply in the air, naked and cold; the wind singing a plaintive, barren song in the dying light. It had been three days since Ian ate, and his stomach growled. If he were at home, he would...
I ran across a forum where the person was asking how to make crossing a sexual taboo believable. My assumption was that this was meant in terms of writing about it happening. My forum posts are generally infamous for being a) poor attempts at humor and b) almost more long winded than my submitted stories. However this one began to even give me pause as the...
You wouldn’t know it to look at me now, but I was a fiftyish, chubby, archeologist who spent most of his life digging in the southwestern desert for government wages as a civil servant. My name was Eric Stahl. My stamina was not what it was before, and when I got to cum, there wasn’t much but a dribble - not that I got a lot of opportunities out in the boond...
When Jeff found himself awake at 3:00 AM, he knew in his gut something wasn't quite right. He had always slept soundly, never had any problems with insomnia... but on that night, he couldn't quite coax himself back to sleep. He looked at the digital clock on the wicker nightstand and watched it count up to 3:02, 3:03, 3:04... The green numbers glowed and shi...
"It's been a while." Sean mumbled. He was already a couple . . . several . . . a dozen or so hits into his vodka bottle when he curled up on the couch and turned on his Wii. It had been a few years since the last time he'd played Super Mario Bros. 3 but he still had a lot of pleasant memories from his youth tied up in the game. It brought a smile to his face...
Neela sits in the bar surveying the room, her back against the wall. She was meeting someone here. Her pointed ears twitched at every sound, constantly aware of every person around her. She knew she drew attention in her black leather vest, her heavy chest barley contained within it. Her legs incased in a matching material, her blades crossed behind her back...
(Warning! Most Bridget stories contain sex and fun and adventure mixed together. This story has none of those things. It is dark and contains extreme graphic violence. Bridget apologized to me but this is a reminder that nightmare things bubble deep inside of all of us and no one, human or vampire, is immune to them. Civilization is sometimes a very thin clo...