Hunted

Kicking my slippers off my tired feet, I peel back the sheets and slip into bed. The cold cotton is almost shocking after the heat of the shower, it makes me shiver so hard the bangles on my wrists jingle against each other. I’ve always been at my happiest during the latter half of the year, but since Linc left I’ve dreaded summer coming to an end. It takes me too long to warm the bed up when I’m sleeping alone, and since March I’ve been doing that more than I care to think about.

Yet thinking about it I am. I need a distraction. Something to occupy my mind until the sandy scratching in the corners of my eyes spreads until the only thing I can do to relieve it is lower my lids. I want to sleep but it’s pointless trying before exhaustion forces it upon me. Continue reading “Hunted”

We Wouldn’t Dare

This story is the third instalment of my ongoing vampire series. Before you read it, check out Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven’t already. CW: all three stories contain much blood, murder, and other gloriously gory things.

Goddammit, I hate being in this frigging club. Black’s is one of those places that’s too shiny for me. Everywhere you look there’s silver metal, black glass and red crystal. Velvet upholstery that matches the red drapes that match the oval rugs that stand out like beads of blood against gleaming black marble floors. Which is exactly what they’re supposed to look like. It’s as if the card holding members aren’t already fucking ravenous enough in club owner, Bartholomew Black’s opinion. Continue reading “We Wouldn’t Dare”

Sons of Satan

Screaming hinges was one of the worst sounds in the world. It set my teeth on edge and gave me an itch in my head that was impossible to scratch. I assessed the solid double doors in front of me with weary eyes. Weathered wood, wrought iron studs, and hinges that looked like they hadn’t moved in a thousand years. Yeah, this one was gonna be a screecher.

Grumbling quietly to myself, I let my fingers curl around the imposing black ring on the inner side of the door on the right. It was icy cold, making me shiver just like I had the first time I’d walked into this derelict old church. Something about the place felt off. Sinister. Continue reading “Sons of Satan”

Danse Macabre

We’ve been sitting in this mulchy undergrowth for over an hour. It’s cold, wet, and dark. The woodland floor is soft and decaying, but still alive with the comings and goings of critters preparing to bed down for the next seven months. They snuffle around us but don’t come close, actively avoiding the giants that have invaded their home.

Above us, leaves that have clung stubbornly to their branches crackle and scratch, making it sound like the tree is shivering and bending. I look up and see what looks like a thousand grotesquely long, gnarled fingers standing in silhouette against the almost full Harvest Moon, letting myself imagine the tree leaning over to warm itself in our collective body heat. Continue reading “Danse Macabre”

Come One, Come All

COME ONE, COME ALL

Watching the slow whirl of the ceiling fan above me, I wriggled impatiently in my chair. Skin squeaked against padded pvc, leather crisped and chains clinked. The sounds made me smile, so I wriggled a little more. And what a mistake that was.

My movements squeezed my labia together, spreading the fluid that slowly seeped from my vagina over my skin. It trickled down my perineum, instantly cooling, giving me an itch my bound wrists wouldn’t let me scratch. Continue reading “Come One, Come All”

On a Silver Platter

ON A SILVER PLATTER 2

Opportune moments. They haven’t rolled around many times for me in my twenty seven years. I’ve never been lucky, never expected anything to just fall into my lap. Everything I have I’ve worked damned hard for. If you were to pick something of mine up and hold it in your hands, look at it, feel it… what you’ll be seeing and touching is my blood, sweat, and tears.

Now imagine how being offered something so completely new and so utterly wonderful would feel for someone like me. Not a thing, though, an encounter. Something I’ve wanted for a long time but never thought I’d get a chance to experience.

Well that’s what happened to me just a few days ago.

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Halloween Town Tales No 10 – Through the Looking Glass

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

Halloween 2016

Perching on the window sill opposite my bed, I stared at my Halloween costume. I’d always wanted to dress up as a saucy Cheshire Cat, and the cute little skirt and knee high socks were sexy with an edge of adorable. But the puss filled stick on boils with their clumps of matted fur? Not so much.

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Halloween Town Tales No 6 – Haunted History

HAUNTED HISTORIES

Halloween 2016

“Oh my fucking…I’m gonna cum, Lyssa…oh God, yes I’m coming, I’m…aah, aah, aaaaaahahahahahahahaha, it’s coming out of your nose!”

Spitting Scott Denon’s cum – and his cock – out of my mouth, I grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, frantically scrubbing away the white fluid that had splattered down my chin after I accidentally sucked a ton of it up the back of my nose.

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Halloween Town Tales No 3 – Body Swap

BODY SWAP

Halloween 2016

Chloe was staring at me again. Staring, and probably scowling, if I knew her, and know her I did. I didn’t even need to look at her to know that her eyes would be dark and demonic, that her arms would be folded over her glorious chest, and that her lips would be pursed so tightly the lower half of her face could pass for an asshole.

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