Valentine’s week.
Scottsdale.
One girl, freshly single, with absolutely nowhere to be.

Faye had plans: errands, distractions, killing time until the day passed.
What she didn’t plan on was a misdelivered package, and curiosity that proves far more dangerous than loneliness ever was.

Handle (Me) With Care

As always, thank you for reading, for staying in Faye’s orbit, and for trusting me with the trouble she finds when no one’s watching.
Happy Valentine’s — however you survive it 💌

xoxo
LostCoyote

Measured Silence
Day 185: Patterns in the Noise

This one unfolds in whispers. From the sterile hum of the lab to a smoke-stained bar, Measured Silence traces the quiet moments between questions... the space where power hides. Alan and Lana follow the pattern too far, only to find that the observers were never really in control.

A story about curiosity, consent, and what happens when attention itself becomes an experiment.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

The sixth and final tale in What Waits in the Dark.
This one follows Issy far from Seattle’s noise, into the kind of quiet that doesn’t feel empty at all.

A long weekend.
A remote cabin.
A lake that seems to pay attention.

When the Water Holds Its Breath

If you’ve been reading the series so far, you’ll recognize the shadows she carries with her… and the new ones waiting at the treeline.

This story is slower, more atmospheric, and steeped in silence. The kind that presses close and lingers long after you stop listening.

I hope you enjoy your next steps into the dark. Stay curious.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Veiled Horizon
Day 184: Letting Go

A quieter, more reflective chapter in Alan’s journey, this one lingers on the city, the skyline, and the tension between what we carry with us and what we have to leave behind. Step onto the rooftop with Alan and Lana and experience a moment where the past and present collide... and the horizon isn’t as clear as it seems.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Convergence
Day 177: A Melody Forgotten

It’s the first time Alan feels completely outpaced: not by circumstance, not by accident, but by something he can’t fully grasp. Lana moves with a body, a rhythm, a memory that isn’t entirely his.

This story isn’t about knowing who’s in control; it’s about what happens when instinct speaks louder than thought.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Flickering Frames
Day 142: Assertion

Lana truly takes charge: not borrowed control, not shared space, but her own. Alan’s still there, fighting to understand what she’s become, but for the first time, he’s not the one calling the shots.

It’s messy, intimate, and unsettling in all the ways it needed to be.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Not quite Madeline, but Faye, her best friend.

Christmas Eve.
Scottsdale.
One girl, home alone, absolutely convinced she’s being responsible.

Faye had plans: leftovers, doom scrolling, maybe an early night.
What she didn’t plan on was a strange noise, an unexpected visitor, and a holiday tradition that takes a sharp left turn into the uncanny.

Who's Naughty or Nice

As always, thank you for reading, for sticking with Faye’s chaotic orbit, and for trusting me with wherever she wanders next.
Happy holidays, however you celebrate them 🎁

xoxo
LostCoyote

Protocol
Day 105: Synthesis

In the sterile depths of Project SYREN, Alan wakes to the reality of what he’s become... and what Seline intends him to be. Clinical precision meets human response as the experiment deepens, testing not just the body’s limits, but the mind’s capacity to hold itself together.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Happy holidays, everyone! I hope your Thanksgiving is warm, gentle, and full of people who make the world feel a little less sharp around the edges. ❤️

Coiled
The fifth tale in What Waits in the Dark

Steam, showers, an empty late-night gym. Rumors carried on the breath of strangers, and a morning that feels quieter than it should. Issy would love to believe last night was just a moment of weakness.

Stay warm. Stay curious.
xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

And remember… the dark listens back.

Quote by Katherine
I edit the fuck out of it before I submit, to the point where I usually don't love it anymore.

I generally don't touch my story after submitting. The only times I've recalled were when I noticed a spelling mistake in the one liner or submitted the wrong story in the sequence, which is usually a few minutes after I hit submit.

I've generally read my story too many times on Google docs, as well as on Lush, before I submit. Usually, my story is sitting in its final draft state for a week or two on Lush before it gets submitted.

Threshold
Day 104: Passage

Three weeks after the event in the basement, the rhythms of The Foundry have settled into an uneasy routine. Until one night, Klaus calls Lana upstairs, and everything changes.

xoxo

LostCoyote 🐺

Subspace
Day 80: Boundaries

Dive deep into the aftermath of intense scenes of submission and control, experienced from Alan’s perspective while inhabiting Lana’s body. It’s slower, more immersive, and explores the mental and physical echoes of extreme sensation.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Nocturne
Day 72: Emergence

The Foundry beats to its own rhythm: smoke, bass, shadows, and eyes that never stop watching. Alan thought he was there to observe, to survive, to keep distance. But Lana has other instincts, and sometimes those instincts open doors you can’t close again.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Issy heads south, chasing warmth and distance... from the city, from the rain, from what she’s done. But some hungers don’t fade with the cold.

Among the red canyons and silent stone, something ancient stirs inside. Something that sees her, recognizes her. The deeper she goes, the thinner the veil becomes, and she’s no longer sure whose pulse she’s following.

Echoes in the Red

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

The Edge of Sight
Day 30: Becoming

Alan steps into a body and a life he never expected, navigating the streets of Berlin, the quiet power of observation, and the subtle dangers of a secretive crew. As he learns to move unseen, the line between Alan’s mind and Lana’s body begins to blur, and every glance, gesture, and choice carries weight.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Congratulations to all the competition winners and everyone who participated.

First Light
Day 1: Awakening

Adrift in Berlin, Alan’s quiet despair has become routine. But when the impossible begins to stir within him, a new presence emerges— youthful, inquisitive, and unbound by his years of cynicism.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Shattered Reflections
Day 0: The First Fracture

Forty-four, adrift, and alone in Berlin, Alan’s life has narrowed to stale beer and quiet regrets. Until one night, a stranger appears: intoxicating, impossible to resist, and suddenly the world feels alive again. Desire wakes in places he thought long buried, and a single encounter leaves him questioning everything he knew about himself… and what comes next.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Set in the dim corners of modern day Berlin, In Flux follows the story of a man caught in a slow, impossible transformation... where memory and instinct collide, and desire becomes both compass and curse.

Each story traces the thin line between surrender and becoming, as identity itself begins to fracture and reform.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

A Sweet Nightmare

Do you know the Muffin Man?

“The Muffin Man?” she gasped, biting into warm, spiced sweetness. His shadow lingered close. Her body taut, heat pooling low.

The Muffin Man.

“Yes…” breath shallow, hips lifting, tongue slick with anticipation, aware of him watching.

The Muffin Man?

“Yes!” moans tumbled with each thrust of his hand, each press, shivers coiling through her.

The Muffin Ma—

“YES!” she cried, undone, trembling, drenched in pleasure… ravenous, knowing, sinister, inescapable.

Rain, shadows, and something deeper stirring beneath the surface.

On a Valentine’s night that starts like any other, Issy drifts through a crowded campus party, drawn into a rhythm she can’t resist... and into a hunger that isn’t entirely her own. By the time the night ends, the streets are silent, the wet leaves hiding secrets, and something in the dark has been awakened.

Feeding Grounds

xoxo

LostCoyote 🐺

Tokyo: lights, rope, a van parked too close to the street. Madeline thought she knew what she was walking into.

Under the lens, touch blurred with temptation. Each glance, each direction given, pushed her deeper. What began as a performance shifted: curiosity turned thrilling.

Shot in Silence: a story about surrendering to the gaze, and discovering what else awakens when you stop pretending it’s just an act.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Seattle. Issy is still shaken from the cabin, haunted by what she felt and what she let in. A rainy city, crowded cafes, and a stranger who feels too close. Maybe she’s imagining it. Maybe not.

☕ Coffee?

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/horror/already-inside

xox
LostCoyote 🐺

Alone in a remote cabin, Issy wakes with the unsettling sense of being watched. Issy tells herself it’s only a dream, until the heat of breath and the press of skin feel too vivid to dismiss. In the dark, she can’t decide which frightens her more: discovering it’s all in her head… or finding out it’s not.

Almost Willing

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

Hey everyone!

I’m excited to share my new series, What Waits in the Dark.

Issy told herself the first time was only a dream: a shiver in the dark, a touch too exquisite to be real. But in that fragile space between waking and sleep, she felt a presence that should not exist. It touched her like a lover, marked her like a claim. Now, the shadows follow. Each encounter pulls her deeper into a hunger older than the world, until she must face the truth: some desires are not human.

From the cabin in the woods to whatever waits beyond the next locked door, her story is only just beginning.

xoxo
LostCoyote 🐺

It started with a phone call.

A favor, of sorts. A motel, not a hotel. A couple, not strangers. Nothing too wild. Nothing Madeline couldn’t walk away from.

Just a night.
Just her body.
Just enough.

Sometimes, the invitation isn’t about being wanted. It’s about watching what you become when no one’s looking away.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/threesomes/leur-petite-mort

xoxo
LostCoyote

I went to Las Vegas, and it was snowing.

Eighteen months after The Light Below, Madeline returns to Vegas, this time by Dahlia’s side. In a velvet-lit room, under mirrored ceilings and watchful eyes, she gives herself fully.

No scripts. No safety net. Just trust, surrender… and the quiet power of being seen.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/exhibitionism/the-marionettes-dance

xoxo
LostCoyote

Shhh Man

He presses a hushpuppy to my lips while strapping my ankles to a dining chair.

“Southern hospitality,” he drawls, licking butter off a blade.

“Bite,” he says. I do.

Grease, salt, honey… his fingers linger.

I swallow.

“Good girls chew slow,” he murmurs.

Molasses drips from his finger, tracing a line down my thigh.

I shiver.

“You wanted freedom,” he says, slipping lower, “but freedom ain’t free.”

I moan… he hushes me, whispering, Shhh.

Some lights guide you home. Others show you who you really are.

A Vegas suite. A silver dress. A night she thought she wanted... until it asked more of her than she was ready to give.

She said yes to the moment. Now she has to live with the echo.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/taboo/the-light-below

xoxo
LostCoyote