WARNING: This story is an Erotic Horror story. Such stories are meant to contain many of the same elements that horror movies contain. That means they may not be suitable for all tastes. Classic horror movies by legendary directors like Argento, Fulci, Romero, D'Amato, Hooper, Lenzi, etc., contain sometimes shocking scenes of cannibalism, violence, gore, zom...
Deb never really got my sense of humor. When she found out my real name was Love, she got bitchy. "Why did you say your name was Silversmith?" "Because I always liked the name. Sometimes I'm Goldberg. Sometimes I'm Jones. It's just a game." "You're a little off, you know that, right?" I had to agree with her. Elsa taught me that, playing games. "Sometim...
As I realised that Anna was naked blood rushed into my face making my skin feel hot, quickly I looked down and blurted "Uhh I am uh sorry I was looking for Adam I didn't uh realise you were uhh..." I tried to blink the image out of mind but it was etched on my mind as surly as the shadow of the son that lingers in the eyes. Soft pale skin with smooth muscle...
After four fruitless efforts at a completed novel, a publisher had taken my fifth and turned it into a modest success. The rewards were mixed. A mandatory book tour had left me limp. Home after a month on the road, the challenge of proving the first success was not a flash in the pan had me in a funk. Lulled by the notion I might not be a starving writer fo...
Emily was tired of the club scene, the same desperate people searching for some sort of connection. When her friend Patrick had called and told her he had a special treat for her, a new club he had found, she almost said no. Then he said something that piqued her interest. "Wear that black lace cat suit you've got, with a black thong underneath it." There w...
This is a retelling of my two stories 'Chance Encounter' and its sequel 'First Night', this time told from the Domme's perspective. While not absolutely necessary it might be enjoyable to read or re read those two stories at some time to get the full flavor of the tales. * It was promising to be yet another dull and empty Saturday evening, after another fu...
Kat wasn't a hooker, she wasn't a prostitute. She didn't charge a fee for sex and she didn't have clients. But sex was what she purveyed. She was a good time girl. A product of the millenium, a promo chick a big business groupie. It was her looks and body, together with sex, which provided her living. She had flirted with being an actress, but found taking...
"That was an excellent meal," Malcolm said joining Sabella on the back porch. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," Sabella replied. "You were kidding about me learning to cook weren't you?" Malcolm asked sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the porch. Sabella didn't answer him, she just smiled. "Sabella," Malcolm said. "It'll be simple," Sabella said smiling a...
This is a somewhat short LW story that ties in with the NC Bobby and the Cheerleader Car-Wash series. My personality tends to be reflected in my stories. I am an upfront guy, sometimes confrontational on some matters. Over the decades, I've had a few friends who were the victims of cheating wives. This story, except for the mercenary career of the husband, i...
Miriam observed the assessor from the Historic Buildings Commission with a measure of disapproval. When he'd first arrived she'd believed her luck had changed and he was about to reverse a previous decision and tell her that financial help was about to arrive by way of a grant. That was not what had happened. "I was on my way to Chance Hall," rumbled Mr Cra...