Voodoo Stories

I was doing some charity work in Haiti after one of their endless disasters, setting concrete blocks for a community center. When the rest of the human-savior work crew went back to the states, I stuck around for a while, wanting to get a feel of the local culture and people. One of the native guys I met on the job, the cement guy, invited me for a beer the first evening, and I gladly came along. We had a few drinks and I...

I woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare.  It was always dark and foggy in them.  For the past few weeks, I'd had a continuing nightmare of a mysterious woman lurking around me. I don’t know why I was worried. The woman was hot as hell and numerous times I had awoken with a hard cock.  I figured I was dreaming of fucking her, but I could never remember that part with her.  It made me nervous because I felt she loo...

It ended, as so many things do, with pain, and with anger, and with recriminations that left more questions than answers in their wake.  It ended with the feral scent of blood; sweet and high.   It ended badly; with sirens caterwauling off nearby tenement buildings, with curious onlookers, with too much gossip and not enough truth.  And as dawn broke over a city facing its third thunderstorm in as many days, it ended in h...

Being a lover of fine, southern homes, I was thrilled when the old antebellum house that I had my eye on came on market. It is a fine house with huge columns on the porch, which wraps around the entire house. Three stories high and painted white, this massive 150 year old mansion resided close to the Louisiana boarder. My best friend, Katrina, lives in New Orleans, so I always see the house on my way down to visit her. I...