We had flown to Romania, to the Carpathian Mountains, the very seat of legend and horror. Every year, a Halloween party was held there, in the restored remains of Dracula's Castle. While no one had lived here for centuries, not since the death of Vlad Tepes, the Impaler, the very Dracula of legend, folklore and ghost stories himself, the castle was frequentl...
Imagine me entering your bedroom... white satin panties and white satin bustier... garters down to sheer silk thigh highs... 5" heels that make my smooth legs so shapely. You stand in your boxers, your cock already growing. I smile naughtily with my full red lips. I walk up to you, my hips swishing with the step of each heel, one right in front of the other...
"I still can't believe you talked me into this," Rob said as he tried to slip the black fishnet stockings over his freshly shaved legs. "I know," his girlfriend called out from the fitting room behind him, "But it was such short notice. And besides, you were the only other guy I could think of who could pull off Dr. Frank N. Furter." "Yeah," he said, "But...
It was a very hot night, the kind of night that naturally makes you feel good inside, warm and somewhat erotic. Madeline and I were out at a local club. I remember staring at her in the tight black tank top. Even without a bra her large round breasts looked full and alive. Through the material of the shirt I could see her nipples, making my cock stiff every...
He moved in with me then, if you can call a toothbrush and a hairbrush luggage. "Angels travel light," he told me. "But I always carry my own toothbrush, and the hairbrushes in this dimension are just too hard on angel hair. They hurt like hell!" I could believe that as I stroked the mane of silk that cascaded to his shoulders. That hair alone had the invi...
Authors Note:Welcome to An American Fox in London! There is a cast page with pictures and a little more information on the main characters so please do have a look at that. I've set this story in London and used real places, landmarks, shops etc although some details are fictional. If you would like more info on what I have or have not invented then please f...
She walked down the sidewalk as she looked at the large house at the end of the block. She stood at the old picket fence that was falling down and had peeling paint. Amber looked at the house as it stood empty and in decent shape. The lawn was overgrown, it had paint peeling here and there, a few broken windows and trash piled up on the porch. She took pics...
Author's Note: This is part of series of short stories. They are written very quickly and are not edited. They are also VERY weird and are not for everyone. You have been warned. ***** My name is Toni Sinclair. I am 19 years old, currently taking a gap year before heading to college, and am single. By choice. Not because I'm religious, far from it actually...
This was written for Lisa but thought maybe others would enjoy reading it. I don't like splitting up my stories so it's fairly long. Hopefully when you've read it you will take the time to give it a vote so I at least get an inkling as to whether or not I'm hitting the right note with the readers. Breakfast and a lunchtime taster It was the third time this...
Hey guys. Hope you all had a good Christmas and are having a good New Year. I apologize that I haven't submitted anything for a while and would like to inform you all I've been struggling with putting stories together from a combination of laziness and writer's block. I'm not fully satisfied with this, but wanted to get it out to my small fanbase and possibl...