I see him through the mists of dawn. The apparition which had scare had scared me witless, is actually a ghastly man on a wheelchair. His face is bandaged. His eyes I cannot see. The white gauze covering his skin just below his forehead which slashed to parts of his cheeks remind me of a scene from a war movie I had watched during my university days. "Is s...
I was working late and in need of a break. I started thinking about Michael Freeman, my office neighbor across the street. I hadn't heard from him in quite a while. The phone rang on my private line. I figured it was Steve, my regular sex partner. The voice said "put the phone on speaker" so I did. I didn't recognize the voice as of yet. The voice told me t...
My pussy spasmed violently, and left me craving more. With a penis gag shoved into my throat, rope tied around my wrists, and a blindfold, I'm a blind fucktoy in an abandoned house. Waiting on someone to fuck me. Fuck me. Hard. Fast. Ugh. Heavy footsteps walked in, creaking the floorboards as they stepped closer to my shaking body. My heart pounded and I s...
Author's note: I really need to thank my editor, Texaswriterguy, who helped me greatly with this story. He gave me a couple great ideas that really make this story. I'm sorry it took so long to get this one up on Lit I've been going without an editor for about 6 months, thankfully I believe I have found a very good one! I hope you enjoy this story as much as...
"Damn it." She moaned to herself, more in self pity than anything else. Her one bottle of vodka was now empty. "You were just full." She said, and she knew her words were probably slurring a bit. "Well, now what do I do?" She asked the empty kitchen. She knew she shouldn't have started drinking, but especially not drinking alone. She would have been with her...
From the moment she woke this morning, everything had gone wrong. She was beginning to feel as if she'd been cursed for some strange reason. There was a bruise blossoming on her forehead where she'd connected with the edge of the door when she'd gone to brush her teeth earlier this morning. She found it difficult to remember the last time that she'd felt thi...
Chapter 14: Disobedience Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. "So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?" Junie cracked up, "I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it's kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you." She looked up at him through her lashes and bi...
This is my entry for the 2007 Halloween Story Contest, the winner of which is solely decided by the votes of the readers. So please, enjoy this entry and then, please, take the time to vote and leave a comment on what you thought. Thank you, in advance, for taking the time to vote and thank you to OneLustyWench for her editing input. * * * Another night w...
In the middle of the night, Becky sits up quickly in bed. Rubbing sleepy eyes to clear them, her ears tune to the silence of the night and strain to hear whatever it is that awakened her. There is nothing but stillness and absolute silence. Not even the tiniest chirp from a cricket. All too familiar—this nightly ritual—every night for the past week or so be...
At 10:15 p.m., the phone rings. This happens every night. Always the same time, always the same voice on the other end. I glance at the clock now, knowing how close the call is. My breathing gets heavy, and I am filled with anticipation. He’s going to call me in ten minutes. It started one night about a couple of months ago. The phone had rung, startling me...