Hannah felt herself floating, free and slow, drifting inside her own mind as a finger slid in and out of her mouth. She suckled without thought other than the pleasure it gave her. She tried to focus, to remember when this even started. Instead all that she saw were colors behind her eyes, the sounds of couples fucking in a fevered heat making her sweat in w...
Chapter 4: "Love" It's hardest at night, when there's nothing to distract me. In the night I'll remember sleeping with Elizabeth, or not sleeping. I'd be on my side and she would push herself up against my back. I'd be almost asleep and then I'd feel her breathing, first her chest, then her stomach, moving rhythmically against me. Sometimes her face would...
Author's note: Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail's mind and body gradually settled into a new rhythm as she drifted through the Fall semester at Miskatonic University. The foliage around campus was peaking later than usual, and the crisp, clear w...
This one's my take on a "weird tale" in the vein of Robert Chambers or Algernon Blackwood... which means it's slow-moving and there's nary a psycho killer or tentacle monster in sight. Also, there's not a lot of sex here, so if you're looking for fast action this may not be your thing. * * * * * From September of 1928 a weekly advertisement accompanied by...
With my fling with Katie a thing of the past, it made way for me to meet new people and Victoria and I were the perfect match. After a few months of dating Victoria and I got married but because of the impulsive nature of our getting hitched we never got to have a honeymoon. We were both all tied up with work and didn't have the money to do anything. About e...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life, which I am adapting and editing. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. His younger frie...
Author's note: Oleander Dreams was written for the "Beyond the Wall of Sleep" event honoring HP Lovecraft. It's partly dystopian, partly a descent into madness. Is it real? I'll leave it to you to decide. I hope I've done the estimable Mr. Lovecraft justice. For those of you who are looking for my "sick puppy" material, I'm sorry to disappoint. For everyon...
Greg was confused. What the hell was so important that the two of them suddenly vanished into thin air for? Especially right in the middle of the day? Greg tried Alan's cell phone again, and once again, it went straight to voice mail. Why the hell was he keeping it off? Not only that, but there was the 'ghost' episode that had taken place in his own store....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes a while to set up, so don't expect to get your kicks right away. I tried to write a story as if Lovecraft wrote erotica. Don't know if I succeeded, but I had fun writing it. Let me know what you think! It remains a mystery to me and to any who have experienced my story and to any who have heard the story exactly where I went...
"Mine were an old people, and were old even when this land was settled. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals of mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came back that night to the old town as legend bade, for only the poor and the lonely remember." -H.P. Lovecraft, "The Festival" *** I never knew what led my...