She looked again out her car window. The bar was still there just like the last time she looked. The question was still there too. Was she going to go inside? She had never done it before. Thought about it but never even come this far. She was not certain despite having driven an hour from her home. If she was going to do it, she certainly did not want to be...
Authors Note This story was written for the 2020 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. It's my first ever submission. I hope you enjoy it. If so, please vote and rate accordingly. Either way, I'm open to feedback. I'm always trying to learn as a writer. All characters are over age 18. This is a work of fantasy, for entertainment purposes only. It contains sm...
originally published in BloodMoon January 2002 issue “You look lost.” Her head snaps around, away from the seething cul-de-sac down the street. Lank blonde hair that might be pretty--if washed and combed--slithers across her wind chapped face. Dark blue eyes widen as if with faint recognition. He’s not surprised. He’s been watching as she’s wandered th...
The Demons Sons clubhouse sat somewhat obscure, but ominously at the dead end of the road she had grown up on. She couldn't remember a time in her life when there wasn't loud bikes or hot rods going by her house. It was natural to her by this day in time, her eighteenth birthday. In fact, she had even become quite curious about what was inside. Her dad had a...
Scott recognized instantly where he was now. The suite Warren had rented in the Waldorf-Astoria. The whole thing was burnt into his memory. The first time Jean had come back to him. It was almost disturbing how much he remembered. He let himself be led to the room, let himself go into it, and there she was. As sweet and innocent as she'd been before the Phoe...
Disclaimer: This is a horror story, and in horror stories people die. There are a couple of scenes of violence that may shock or disturb some readers. Viewer discretion is advised. * All right. First off, I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. I'm an author. I used to be a struggling author, but that was before I met her. Now I'm a multimillio...
Steven Banks stared in admiration at his latest acquisitions. Two beautiful marble statues so exquisitely detailed that they almost looked alive. According to the old man Steven had bought the pair from, the statues were nude representations of ancient gods. One was a beautiful, athletic woman with large firm breasts and a predatory expression on her classic...
The walls of this place are like a prison... but that's fine. That's why they call this place "The Lockdown". Driftwood's never had a strip club in it before, and this one raised a hell of an uproar. A lot of people didn't want it here, but it happened, the owner of this—creative— establishment managed to make it work. Maybe they greased a few hinges, or li...
Like I mentioned earlier, this is a fiction series involving an upscale white couple leading a cuckold lifestyle with a young Black man. If this is not the kind of subject that you like, please don't read any further. Several months had passed, during which some noteworthy events happened. Master Faisal had been successful professionally: He received His P...
It was about a ten o'clock when Cavanaugh came through the front door of the hostel, stomping his feet and brushing snow from his jacket. Snow! In Albuquerque, New Mexico of all places! He'd thumbed a ride in from a jovial enough real estate agent named Dave near Santa Fe. Twenty minutes later the snow was falling so hard Cav thought he was back in Chicago....