A highway on the outskirts of Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India: 1953. The bus from the city drew to a halt at the crossroads, and having descended the steps, Krishan paused momentarily to put a small canvas rucksack on his back. Then, once the overcrowded vehicle pulled away, its tail lights slowly vanishing into the darkness, the young man crossed the highway and began the final leg of his journey home along the dusty, moo...

October 19th, 2023 – my 250th Birthday. An impossibility for a human, but not a long time for a Vampire. Sitting in a darkened room, I reflected on all I had seen and done over these years. Decades, centuries, had passed, the world had entered a new millennium. Lovers won and lost, wars fought, friends who had succumbed to the ravages of time. I was so tired it exhausted me trying to remember them all. Later in the day, I...

On the allotment, the courgettes just kept coming. I'd cooked them in every conceivable way, but still, they grew. Luckily there's always one use a girl can make of something seven or eight inches long and six inches round. I gained weight. I assumed it was from eating all the produce. It was only when my waters broke the following July that I finally understood. "Congratulations on your beautiful pumpkin-headed baby boy,...

“Gourd girl,” exclaimed the Shadow Man ‘fore dusk, post-rut, as he withdrew his slimy viny stem, his dark seduction done. Bare naked in the pumpkin patch, her snatch was filled with demon’s seed. Unholy lustful screams disturbed the restful peace; once planted, needs were quenched, and fifteen sisters’ warning wails resounded through the field. Too late, now night, the looming Jacquelantern realized her fate. Her belly sw...

"A bit old for trick-or-treating, eh?" "Depends on the treat," she shrugs. I don’t have anything, no one comes here. That spooky house children run past? Mine. That weirdo who lives there, probably a retired serial killer? Me. I’m not, though. "I have pumpkin pie," I lie. A bet lost? A drunken dare? She follows me, sits down, her skirt slides up. She crosses her legs, too late. White panties, something dark and inviting v...

The pumpkin’s candles lit the room. It was Joaquim’s turn to spin the bottle. It stopped, pointing at me. “Trick or treat?” they asked. I was already down to my underwear. I had no wish to end up naked. “Treat!” I said. “Suck Eduardo’s cock until he comes.” How was I to know Eduardo was under a gypsy curse? “Cum in mouth! Cum in mouth!” chanted the room as I blew him vigorously. ‘I can’t come in your mouth,” Eduardo whisp...

"Your butt looks like a perfect pumpkin," he compliments his wife. "Welcome home, dear," she says, bending at the waist and scrubbing the table with her back to him. "You're home early." She gasps as the massive boner sinks inside her ass. Her moans become louder with each thrust, bringing her closer to orgasm. Soon, their moans join in harmony as they reach climax. “You’ve filled my pumpkin with your seed,” she giggles....

Heading home, I could see a light ahead by the sacred standing stones, illuminating a grotesque jack-o-lantern pumpkin being, clad all in black. Jackolantern grabbed a naked maiden, thrusting his rampant cock into her, each thrust draining her life. Soon, four maidens lay discarded, barely alive. Jackolantern glowed with sex magic energy. A hooded druidess appeared chanting, “Power of Three, blessed be, Maiden, Mother, wi...

The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on. The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock. The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, mul...

On a rainy night in December, I was driving. My wife and seven-year-old daughter had fallen asleep. I was on one of those small two-lane winding roads, with a mountain on my left, and a steep cliff on my right. As I turned around a blind corner, two cars were passing each other, one of which was in my lane. Being sleep deprived, and reacting without thought, I turned my car to the right. Off the cliff. The car seemed to f...