The Ashley Haunted House Stories

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Wicked Game Ch. 20

by velvetpie on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

The taxi drove away, leaving Ashley standing in front of his house. At least that’s what she remembered it as. The house that she’d escaped from. It sat dark and imposing, the windows glaring emptily at her, daring her to come inside. But there is no Matthew here. Yes, she remembered that. She had a certified copy of his death certificate in her suitcase and...

The Witching Hour

by LadyTabitha on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

"Happy Halloween, Derek." Ashley murmured, touching the flaming match to the candlewick. The dry string flared to life and set the carved eyes and mouth of the jack-o'-lantern flickering with a golden glow. Setting the pumpkin on the dresser, Ashley padded across the bedroom to the window and stared outside. The streets were all but empty now, void of all...

Tiffany and Ashley's Haunted Hotel

by penismyquill on May 20, 2019
Erotic Horror

Tiffany and Ashley: the Case of the Hotel in the Wooded Hills "So Ashley, do you think this haunted hotel is actually, like, haunted?" Tiffany asked. "Ooh, I hope so! Don't want to drive all this way for nothing!" Ashley answered enthusiastically. "When are we supposed to be there?" Tiffany asked. "Hours ago, Tiff. But it doesn't really matter. It is a...

A Halloween Tale

by August Never on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

It was a normal night before all hallows eve. Everything in the neighborhood seemed normal. People making ready for trick or treaters and private parties etc. But unknowingly to them this year would be far far different indeed. For off in a nearby cemetery, covered by fog and the smell of death. Five shadows prepared for all hallows eve. Plotting a dark and...

Some Angels will Torment

by Pinkblossom on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

***Disclaimer: This story may offend some. Please do not read it if you are likely to take issue with Catholic priests having sex, I beg you. Also, please know that I respect faith and the diligence and devotion that a believer must have.*** She had come to pray. That was all. Now she was on her knees, gagging on Father O'Reilly's cock. It was so thick. W...

Ashley's Prostitution Ventures #03

by Kveldulf on May 7, 2019
First Time

February 2005 Ashley Saunders, a pretty, eighteen-year-old high school senior with soft, full lips and expressive brown eyes, which she worried were too large for her face, twirled a strand of wavy brunette hair around her finger as she stared out the car window. "You nervous, Ashy?" the driver asked her, drawing her gaze. "Is it because Darren is such a...

Ashley's Dark Awakening Ch. 03

by uh-oh on Sep 25, 2017
Interracial Love

The Morning After "Hi Sandy..." Ashley breathed hoarsely into her phone. "Ashley! What took you so long? You sound like you've been running for hours. What happened?" "Well..." Ashley had passed out sometime between the third and fourth time Derren took her that night. Only when she awoke did she remember to call Sandy about the pregnancy test. The still-...

The Game

by wcoyote on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Bubble bath filling the air with strawberry essence Ashley leisurely soaked. She had no idea the duration, introducing hot water a couple times to elevate the fallen temperature her sole measure. She looked at her tightened fingertips mirroring tiny prunes, concluded it was time to move the process along. After a brief shower rinse with a towel wrapping he...

Ann Coulter Goes Lesbian

by Edwarlife on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

This is not a true story. But if it were, would you be surprised? * * * * * * THE FEELINGS BEGIN Ann Coulter, political firebrand, stood in front of her bathroom mirror and dropped her shorts. Her nicely shaved, completely bare pussy gleamed in the light. She admired her pussy in the mirror, turning to different angles to see its smoothness. She ligh...

Wicked Game Ch. 09

by velvetpie on Sep 12, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

"James? James Weathers?" James raised his head and looked into the bright blue eyes of Grace Wilding and her movie producer husband, J.T. Owens. Shit! He wiped the coffee from his mouth and slowly stood, giving her a gentle hug and shaking J.T.'s hand. "How are you doing?" "Fine! What are you doing here?" "Vacationing." "No, really." James gave his best...