"Scare" was in the air....It was Halloween and Cole and I were going out to a Halloween Costume Contest. I was so excited. We had not gone out in so long and I was eager to get out in public and have fun with my man. Cole was dressed as The big Bad Wolf. He had on a fierce head, a mask that covered his face, a scary thing with huge eyes, pointy ears, big e...
I met the man who would become my husband at a masked charity ball. The attendees all wore fancy dress from the mid-1800s: the men in long tailed coats and ruffled shirts and cravats, the women in high-waist flowing gowns that exposed much of their cleavages. And mine exposed my rather full breasts to their utmost. All the single men, and many of the marrie...
It was late and the Doctor was sitting up in bed reading, the cover pulled up to his waist. Or at least he was trying to read but he just couldn't concentrate, reading the same three lines over and over again. Rose was up to something, he was sure of it, but what 'it' was he didn't know. She had come into the console room earlier when he was tinkering with...
The break-up happened that summer, and it had not been pretty: he had been cheating for three months, Brandi caught him, confronted him, defensiveness on his part, shouting, door-slamming — classic just-what-you-see-in-the-movies stuff. Jaylon had been an asshole. How had she even been with him! Oh. Yeah. The thing. The thing he liked that she liked,...
Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose mother gave her a pink cape with a hood, and she loved her pink cape, and she wore it everywhere she went. She wore it so often that everyone started calling her Little Pink Riding Hood. She wore it for years and years, so that when she'd got it, it had been long enough for her to sit on, and now she had grown...
Author's Note: This stand-alone story of erotic horror is an entry in the 2012 Halloween story contest. Please vote! As always I welcome all comments/feedback, thank you! ________________________________ It was positively surreal, Gina thought, watching the costumed crowd. She had always loved Halloween, the costumes were freeing, the eerie atmosphere got...
I was delirious from combat. The English Channel is no place for a pilot to recite patriotic poetry. Scenes from the flick where the hero babbles Rupert Brooke while he waits for the rescue plane are for bullshit pussies. I was too fucked to be a hero. To keep myself awake I kept talking. I said things like this: "My name is Jim, Flight Lieutenant Jim Glow-...
For much of this year, I was trading some rather interesting IMs with a friend halfway around the world. Because of the time difference, we are rarely ever on IM at the same time, so most of our interactions end up being via offline messages (i.e., when I am offline, she sends an IM to me which I then see when I sign on later, and vice versa). These have bec...
It was a nice day, early spring, birds chirping, the cliché flowers blooming. I was standing at the window of my dingy office when she came in the door. She was cute, picnic basket over her arm, tear in her eye. She told me her name, Little Red Riding Hood. Red. It fit; her red hair was tucked under the hood of a red riding cloak, almost a cape even. These d...
Chasing Little Red Riding Hood The Adventures of Rosa By Diego Royo © 2019 Every day he jogged up the mountain a little more, pushing his forty-two year old body harder. Tres Pistola Trail went for miles up a rocky canyon from his home in Carnue. His back yard and salt water swimming pool basically gave him private access to a whole National Forest. The...