I was minding my own business in my club, reading the evening newspaper, relaxing after dinner, whiling away the time until supper. Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostesses catered to our every need. Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their na...
THE DEADWORLD CHRONICLES "Dawn Of The Rising" This is the first chapter of Dawn Of The Rising, book I in The Deadworld Chronicles. Not all chapters will be placed in Erotic Horror so if you find yourself interested in the following, then keep an eye out, for as often as I can I'll post these chapters unedited and roughly written in the style most autho...
Chapter 1 - The First Encounter When Tim first spied Lois it was in passing in one of the passageways of their winding office complex. As they passed each other they exchanged brief smiles as co-workers do and continued along their separate ways—although their minds immediately formed visions of the other. Tim was an older and married man, who was beginnin...
The trees were swaying in the wind and their ghostly screeches echoed through the forest. In the darkness they looked like tall thin creatures with long arms, ready to grab anything passing by underneath them. They were old trees, high. I could not see how far into the night sky they were reaching. Not a single leaf grew on them – only thin twigs and branche...
My name is Rosie; I work in a diner. I’ve been in this town all my life, I’m 29; basically still a virgin, not quite but nearly. I haven’t dated in, ohh it has to be at least 6 years. Not that I haven’t had the opportunity. I’m no glamour but I’ve looks enough. It was just after I met him and fell madly in love with him, that dating other men became unnatu...
Dedicated to the amazing angeloftemptation. Thank you for inspiring this story. ***** He recalls very little from the night before but if there is one thing can he remember, it was the vision of Her, standing across the room in a sea of people talking to a friend. He recalls meeting her later on and her telling him that her name is Angel - Makes sense. It...
Náriël Séregon sat cross legged, elven eyes closed, breathing in the fall morning air. She mentally touched the mountain forest as she centered herself for the day. Her long silvery blue hair tucked under her knitted cap, still damp from her shower, felt cool on her neck. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Centered, Náriël opened her silver ey...
3. Kissing the Lily "Are you heading back to the dorm?" Pelli asked later, back in the locker room, as she dried her hair. Life was back to normal. Outside the shower, no one discussed what happened in The Mosh. You could cum as many times as you wanted, with as many girls as you wanted, but once you left the showers – it was like it had never happened. Pel...
Witches never die. Living forever, they are here now and are here to stay. ...And so is Satan. So, with witches all around us, just out of curiosity, who do you think is a witch today? If witches lived today, do you suspect anyone as being a witch? With them easy to identify in the way they looked more than 300 years ago, seemingly witches had a difficult t...
Jamie was like most men and could be talked into almost anything by a pretty girl. That was never more evident than now—sitting in a small plane, looking at Molly with her beautiful, bushy brown hair sticking out under her helmet, blown in the fierce draft of the open door. Her smiling features looked excited, not frightened, and her incredible body looked r...