PART ONE Chapter 1 The battered red Porsche, inherited (compete with scrape marks and dents) from the driver's late mother, swept into the one-way loop at the farmhouse. Three expertly applied chops of the manual gear shifts meant only a gentle touch of the brake was required to stop the vehicle under the portico of the 8-bedroom two-level high-country h...
Author's Note: This is my entry to the 2004 Halloween Story Contest, and is my first submission in 12 months, as I am now working on mainstream horror and science fiction. This has been a delightful journey back into erotic horror, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed its creation. I appreciate all forms of feedback and will always respond...
Evening mists licked the feathered edges of the shadows as they lengthened across the valley floor. Dusk was enveloping the low depression and the tattered big top that stood in a sort of forlorn solitude, alone except for an equally neglected Winnebago and a rusted-out pickup parked nearby. Along the perimeter of the adjacent property overlooking the valley...
Happy New Year. This one's a bit different. So many of the you have asked for a story where it's not the wife who cheats. Okay here it is.SS06 * * * * * * Christmas had been a nightmare as usual. I awoke the following day and went into the bathroom while Ted continued to snore. Our argument yesterday had been even worse than normal. Ted had screamed and...
Imagine if you can, a large apparatus built very much like a wagon wheel, suspended from the ceiling-only much, much larger. Now imagine a hammock type seat hanging from each of the eight spokes of the wheel. Each suspended seat is occupied by a gorgeous woman. I'm not talking just attractive, but drop-dead gorgeous! Now imagine eight men with arms and legs...
(Narcissus, oil painting by Jaisini) The theme of Narcissus in Jaisini's "Blue..." may be paralleled with the problem of the two-sexes-in-one, unable to reproduce and, therefore, destine to the Narcissus-like end. Meanwhile, the Narcissus legend lasts. In the myth of Narcissus a youth gazes into the pool. As the story goes, Narcissus came to the spring o...
I come home after a long day at work. Luckily, my family will be there waiting for me. My name is Madeline Jean Madison. I'm a Black woman living in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I teach business at the Quebec Technical College or Q.T.C. The life of a middle-aged Black woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy but I manage. At forty three,...
It was a wretched existence to say the least of it. Always having the mistress demanding those awful things of you and berating you for your ineptness the whole time. Wixlig had often pondered how he would like to show the mistress just what he thought of her, but he knew better than to give her even the slightest excuse to punish him. He knew all too well w...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** The dragon stalked the forest, hunkering down clos...
THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO OR THINGS THEY NEVER TAUGHT ME IN SUNDAY SCHOOL Why Boaz Married Ruth I remember my mother telling me that Grandma Coit had once said that the Bible was the dirtiest book she had ever read. At the time, when I was in high school, I took that to mean that my maternal grandmother had been conservative in her choice of literature. B...