Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

Top Authors

over the last 31 days

Supernatural

This month | Last Month | All Time
3

The Moaning Ghost

I woke up to find a ghostly woman masturbating before me

I awoke with a start when I realized I wasn't alone. The ghost was across the room from me, laying on the bed. I don't know what surprised me most -- that I had finally seen a ghost after so many months of searching, or that it appeared to be masturbating. It was nearly 3 am on the last night our group had permission to investigate the haunting at this old hotel. There were twenty...Read On

2

The Conceit

A change of syntax

The light was weakening. The rosey fingered twilight a sema. She turned to the chair in her bedroom, glanced outside, lifted the chair, and threw it out of the window. The shards cascaded on the cobbles below. Passersby looked up, swift footed, in shock, as adversity manifest. She had ran, and dived, thinking of a dolphin. She flew. Not for long. Her general misfortune combined with...Read On

2

The Lady of the Glade

A man's last story to his son

1 Michael sat in the darkness pondering the evening he had spent with his father. In many ways it had been like so many others. The difference was the story his father had told, one unlike any he had ever heard. Michael was forty five years old, a fairly reasonable copy of his Italian father. He was 6'2'' tall, slender without any sense of being frail. His face was handsome with dark...Read On

0

Forever in the Underworld, chapter IV

With my descision to stay in the underworld, life takes an unexpected turn.

This is the first night in a long time that I lay my eyes upon my lover. I have heard him several nights in a row, calling my name and wandering restlessly through the deep forest. My instincts tell me that I should approach him cautiously. Let him see just a hint of me before retreating again. Make him desire and follow me. Cultivate his lust like a farmer grows his crops. Play his...Read On

0

Forever in the Underworld, chapter VI

My first hand experience of the powers that inhabit a nymph's body.

The first feelings of doubt have entered my mind. I have never felt this before. My life is miserable, but I have never regretted my decisions before. Why does this come to me now? What has triggered these emotions? I cannot find the answer. Stilling the hunger has become my only relief on these dark nights. I think of her every day. Even the wonders of the forest cannot hold my...Read On

1

The séance of seduction

Seduced by a Queen from the fifteenth century as being channeled by a housewife.

I walked into a small meditation room that was draped in soft pastels, flute music droned from an invisible speaker nearby. As I expected, a small indoor water fountain was plugged into a nearby socket and spewed recycled liquid tranquility. I was about to meet the great spirit Marguerite, a long dead, fifteenth century Queen as channeled via a forty-something housewife turned psychic,...Read On

6
hooster1
away

Faded Magic (part 3 of 6)

Steve and Mary Jane meet, things go wrong, right, and wrong again.

Mary Jane woke up early the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed as her Mom used to tease her. Her night with Santa had been a dream come true - she had wanted to explore a male body for so long, but her shyness always got in the way. After each possible encounter she would walk away and think of the perfect, witty reply or comment that would have led to a steamy encounter. When she...Read On

6

Hope

"Hello, Wonderful.” The familiar voice brought a pang of hatred and pain to my heart.  I could see only a misty haze surrounded by darkness. This place felt cold and distant and I grew more fearful as I rose to my feet. "Where am I? Who are you?" I called out into the fog, trying my best to stay calm enough to demand an answer.  After a few brief moments a tall, dark figure appeared in...Read On

7

He Cried Wolf: CH3-Freak of Nature

A year has passed, and Tristan has spiraled into destruction...

Fucked up, drugged up, freak of nature… Tristan scribbled on his notepad and gulped down the rest of his Scotch. It was New Year’s Eve, and the lone wolf had not gone out to celebrate. A year had passed since he last saw Cassius or anyone else who had been part of his pack. It was twelve months of isolation, excessive binges on Bane, and dangerous orgies with vampires. Tristan had...Read On