Hello and welcome to my readers. And an All Hallows Eve BOO to all of you. I would certainly appreciate your votes on this little tale. Your comments and feedback are also welcome, as always. Enjoy. ----------------------------------------------- "Dude, look at her. Ain't she beautiful?" Mitch Ricker beamed with pride as he gazed upon his latest acquisiti...
Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy hi...
There are some things that people just can never imagine. Amelia, for example, never imagined that sweet little Roger would have the balls to go to someone in the seemingly sleepy little town of Aquaville with what he had seen in the cave. She also never imagined that she would find herself connected telepathically with every single mermaid that ever lived,...
Maria looked up at the big gates of the museum and felt like crying. There really was no way out. She would have to wait until daybreak, which was hours and hours away. Maria wondered despondently what time the museum would open. Maybe the cleaners would arrive at 5am, she thought, but that was still a long way away. And what about Tony, her husband? He prob...
They both wore a mask, and exchanged a glance. She a jester of snow white and silver, and obvious sweet, living flesh. He a Venetian creature of poised, rigid marble—almost indiscernibly human unless, like she, you caught the slightest flicker of his silvery eyes. The grand music hall for the Masquerade was extensive, lined in beautiful drapery and full of...
"Lift out of order." Cedric Mayfare painstakingly deciphered the hieroglyphics scribbled across a piece of torn cardboard hanging from a broom handle wedged so as to prevent access to the redundant lift. He limbo danced beneath it and pushed the button marked '13'. Nothing happened. He sighed and made his way to the stairs. It was ironic that the lift was...
Eyes closed, Jezreal rested, allowing the scent of jasmine and hyacinth to enter her being. Running her hands over the smooth flesh of her breasts, the priestess allowed herself a moment of vanity. Even with an invading army camped at the city gates, her people had been unable to tear their eyes away from her body during today's assembly. The tall, willowy...
"Okay, I think that will do it." Bob wiped his hands as he stepped back from the statue. "Not exactly my taste, but I guess it works well here." He stood back and looked at Tom the owner of the bar and restaurant where they had just placed a life sized statue of David in the women's rest room. "Well, I doubt it would be anyone's taste to have this anywhere...
A supernatural fantasy erotica by Lord Bokrug. ***** "Brace yourselves when entering the ancient graveyard. Each coffin contains an unspeakable horror." - John Darius, monster hunter *** Episode 2: The Coffin Maker 6 am, August 12, 2007; Los Angelese, California, USA World-famous artist Tabitha Sprigg was just scavenging for materials by a creek for...
WARNING: Don't try this at home. Prolonged immobilization can lead to all sorts of nasty health problems, including deep vein thrombosis ("economy class syndrome") which often causes permanent injury or even death. ------- I am a "famous" artist. Not Hollywood-level famous, but famous by my own standards: I am occasionally recognized on the street. My s...