Adrian's smile faded into a frown of concern when he got a closer look at Stella's face. The young woman rose from a chair in the front waiting area, forcing her own smile as she approached him. "Hi, Adrian," she said. Even her voice was lackluster. It was late afternoon, and Stella was his last client of the day. While she sat down on the small couch in Adrian's private office, he closed the door. It was an action he per...

It was a Friday night—three weeks since I’d parted ways with my boyfriend. I’d woken up that morning horny and knowing I needed something better than my silicon dildo that night. That’s how I ended up at the Orange Buffalo after work. Nobody seemed to know where the name arose from, but it was one of the best Friday-night hookup bars in the city. I’d brought my big, knock-off, YSL purse that morning. It contained, among o...

You sit at the breakfast table, awkwardly tapping your fingers as Lilith glares at you in the seat opposite yours. Her one red eye stares at the countless bruises left over from your first meeting with Eari the previous day. You stare in kind at the conspicuous sling that one of her arms is in. Simultaneously, you both turn your gazes over to the house's front hallway, where a number of contractors are busy repairing the...

The conversation throughout the night had led my wife and I towards a rabbit hole of fantasies and other sexual topics. I had always wondered what sex felt like for a woman. I wondered how slutty I might be if I was born female. I told her how I would likely dress provocatively, letting my nipples show through my tops, flash people up my skirt as if it was an accident. Something about a woman with the confidence and desir...

Chapter 1. The Antique Shop Hannah did not choose it. She was just wandering through the streets filled with small shops and restaurants, killing time before the plane back home and looking for places to spend what was left of her local currency. She pushed the door of the shop on impulse, perhaps attracted by its mysterious appearance (but then again, about half the shops there had mysterious appearances), perhaps just b...

"And with the blood of a virgin, the ritual is complete." A deep voice boomed out, echoing off the packed earth lining the basement of an abandoned shack. The ground level already sat partially collapsed, the elements taking their toll on the termite-infested planks that once held it all together. Pitch blackness surrounded it in the dead of night. Trees of an unkempt forest locked away its secrets deep within their scrag...

Carrie was in ecstasy as Elijah thrust deeper into her. To her, he personified sex itself. His hands felt cold when he started fondling her. But after he nibbled her neck, he emanated heat. His cock was like nothing she’d felt before. His testicles felt as large as a pumpkin as his cum filled her. Carrie felt an overwhelming hunger when she awoke the following evening. She met Jack at a local bar and took him home. She ni...

My name is Charlotte Bennett, and it was the year 1912, London England when I met him. The demon from hell named Daniel Somerhalder. I had been working as a bartender at the local pub serving customers, who were loud, cheerful, and merry after a few drinks. It was that same night, as the full moon shone down in the night sky, that he walked in. Daniel Somerhalder, the demon from hell. Sure, on the outside he was a very at...

The bonfire's smoky aroma permeated the crisp air as the wind howled ever so slightly. I found respite in a secret garden hidden in the woods. The trees sheltered me from the bone-chilling night as I took my rest on a large rock. Eerie sounds resonated through the forest, making me regret wandering from the gathering. Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. Terror raced through my veins; I w...

Soon the traditional Halloween events; the trick-or-treating, the music, the dancing, the dressing-up in wild costumes, faded into the moonlit evening like some technicolour dream. Now, Carson Lothian was in the mood for his nightly selection from the sensuously dressed women, many unaccompanied, who ended the day at the local club. He needed no seduction techniques. In university, aged eighteen he’d fucked his first fema...