I am so sick today. I've mostly been sleeping today and watching old movies on the idiot box. I'm sorry this is posting so late, but I've just had zero energy! Let's jump right in!
A New Kind of Love
By
Gail Bridges
I felt a caress on my inner leg.
It was above my knee, on my thigh really, in a
most private place. I froze, my hand clutching the guide rail that led through
the darkened House of Erotic Horrors. I couldn’t see, of course. I’d signed
waivers, acknowledging that I understood it would be dark, dark, dark – but I
contorted my face anyway, trying to make out the shape of whoever was beside me
in this murky void, straining to get a glimpse of who was touching me with such
gentleness and warmth and tender languorousness. Not at all
what I was expecting.
I clung to the rail as if I might fall into
an ocean. “Who is it? Jason? Is it you?
Jason?”
Fingers trailed up and down my leg, pushing
aside my skirt, my carefully chosen short-but-not-too-short skirt, spreading fire along pathways in my body that
hadn’t existed until now. I shuddered. My feet moved away from each other, just
a little, as the fingers played with the hem of my skirt. I made a sound deep in
my throat.
A breathy warning: “Shhh!”
Gasping, I turned blind eyes toward the murmuring
voice – whoever it was. He was so close, so close!
A hand rested gently on my butt. I arched my
back, pressing into it.
“Doug?” I whispered.
A hand worked its way up my skirt, making me
squirm.
“Andy? You’re Andy, right?”
The hand played with the thin fabric of my
underwear. “No talking.”
I sucked in my breath. A woman! A woman was fondling me!
Holy shit.
“Do I know you? Are you –” The rest of my
question died in my throat. A finger drew slow circles on my underwear,
rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Making my insides turn to mush, making me bite my
lip, making me fairly explode with a desperate need to know who was making me feel like this.
“You know me,” she said, coordinating each
word with the movements of her hands.
“Brenda?”
“No, no!” A finger, near my pussy. A hand, on
my butt. They worked in tandem, pressing me against the guide rail. Her long
body, against my own, matching my limbs with her own. How well we fit together!
I took my hand from the rail, rested it on
her back. “Your voice…” I began. But I interrupted myself with a moan. Two
moans. And then a helpless giggle that turned into a gasp as two fingers worked
their way inside me. “…so familiar! Lorna?”
“Not Lorna.”
I clutched at her back, feeling small breasts
against my own small breasts, learning a body which felt so very much like my
own. There were differences, though. Her breasts were looser, hung lower. There
were wrinkles on her neck, lots of them. She was older than me! Much older. I
recoiled. “Mrs. Thompson?”
She laughed. “Come now – you know me better
than that!” She didn’t let go. In fact, her breath came in soft puffs and her
arms worked at my sides as she pushed her fingers all the more deeply inside
me. I felt the first shudders of orgasm. I rested my hand over hers, the one
that held my butt so tightly.
And then –
And then –
I felt it. A long scar, down the back of her hand.
I gasped again, but this time in shock and dawning understanding. The scar was
my own. From when I was three and the dog across the street – my scar – but no matter –
She –
Was –
Me.
A future version of myself. A time-traveling,
older, wiser me.
Me.
And I loved it.
“The Twins”
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Red & The Wolf
by Linda James
I look around. My date is nowhere to be found. The place is dimly lit with a light, velvety fog floating throughout.
I love Halloween. Dressing up especially on this eve. Several couples ahead of me are looking at one of the haunted house exhibits. Very faintly in the background I head the Snow Patrol version of the song, Mysterious Ways.
I walk up to the exhibit. A tall, thin woman in her mid-40's wearing an all lace Wedding Dress, plunging neckline with spectacular cleavage. Sheer white veil covering her face and "blood" spattered across her dress. The almost amber color, vivid and striking against the white of her dress. Next to her stands the "groom", a younger man in his late 20's, tall, muscular, black tux and a gold gilded masquerade mask.
His right hand gently rubbing her breast through the lace gown. The small group of couples gather in costumes ranging from a vampire to a surgeon and his hospital patient watching with anticipation as the groom kisses his bride. Kissing her neck, moving down her plunging neckline. I grow exceedingly hot in my costume, black silk blouse and knee length silk skirt, thigh high black stockings with black heels and my Red cape. Red in search of her Wolf. Who is still nowhere to be found.
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The Bride unzips the stark black slacks of the groom. The slacks fall, revealing a marvelous cock. The Bride gets down on her knees as we watch her in her "blood" stained gown gently stroking from shaft to head.
A loud clap of thunder and the dim lights go out. There is a shrill scream. Someone takes my hand and guides me away from the crowd. It isn't my wolf. A woman's hand touches my face and whispers in my ear, "I want you..."
"Yes". I respond. I feel the lace. It is the bride from the exhibit. Kissing my neck, unbuttoning my blouse. I hear the faint moans of others also addressing unspoken needs. I kiss her, our tongues playing. I am wet and I so want her to touch me between my legs. I guide her hand up my skirt, up my thigh. She takes two fingers and slowly moves them in and out of me. My moans louder.
The dim lights come back on. I don't care. "Are you here alone?" my very sensual bride inquires. "My wolf is here somewhere." I reply. I am having trouble with words. I am going to climax at any moment. She gently whispers , " I am hungry, I'll be your wolf."
We move into our corner. Dark. I lift my skirt. My bride kneels lets out a husky breath as she sees and senses my wet desire. I spread my thighs, lift one leg, opening myself, needing her tongue, needing her to release me. She makes me a wedding ring, circling my clit with her tongue. We are back in darkness, yet open to the world. It is becoming too much. I rest my raised leg down her back. I take one hand and stroke it through her blonde tresses, massaging her as she wetly massages me. I am now full, my lips open to her. I am so close. I start to clench just a bit. And then it is on me. I am lost. In that moment I stare off into infinity. In the distance, my wolf watches, a leer on his face, with his cock in hand.
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Corridor Of Delights
By Juls Berghammer
Jacy stepped into the poorly lit hallway and waited. The sliding door behind her slid closed with a bang, making Jacy jump. Standing, there, uncertain what to do next. She wondered what had possessed her to go through the Erotic House of Horrors. Jacy had never done anything like this in her life. Let alone let her friends talk her into wearing a school girl outfit. At this moment though, some of her clothing was missing. She had lost her panties in the school room when the teacher spanked her with the ruler. Her ass still burned and smarted from that. She knew there were several buttons on her shirt that were missing and it hung open to her waist. Exposing the black lacy bra she wore that made her “girls” stand up proud and jiggle as she walked.
Before her was a dark hallway with several doors on each side. Tape marked the floor down the middle. Suddenly the lights went out and the tape glowed in the dark, showing her the path to take. But Jacy just stood there. She didn’t really know what to do. A booming voice came over a loud speaker and told her to “Walk, Now” Taking a hesitant step forward and began to follow the glowing tape. She felt something brush her arms. A feather light caress. It sent goose bumps running up and down her arms and spine. Her steps slowed even more, cautious, and a bit scared. The darkness leaving her disoriented, and turned on. Ever since the spanking her clit had been throbbing.
A few more steps, and Jacy bumped into something solid. Hands reached out and held her by the shoulders from the front and hands grabbed her waist from the back. She couldn’t move. Standing still, her breathing ragged. Jacy waited with anticipation for what would be next. The hair at her nape was grabbed and she was bent at the waist. Her face felt a cock bob next to her cheek. She was told to suck it, and suck it good. Opening her mouth she sucked the large head in and played with it with her tongue. This got a groan out of the cock owner. Behind her she felt her skirt being flipped up and a cock rubbed up and down her crack. Suddenly she felt it probing for the opening of her pussy. When it found the opening it plunged in to the hilt with ease, she was so wet. Causing Jacy to moan in ecstasy at being filled up. She stood there impaled front and back, enjoying the sensations of cock in her body. Wiggling her hips, Jacy felt the cock in her pussy pull back almost all the way out. The cock owner rammed it back down her pussy where it made her quiver, she bucked her hips back begging for more and the cocks owner began a pounding rhythm she had never experienced before. She could feel her climax building deep in her womb. Muscles tightening until she screamed around the cock in her mouth. Suddenly both cocks erupted in climax and spilled their come in her mouth and pussy. They pulled their dripping cocks out of her holes and let her stand, then disappeared into the darkness. Jacy contined following the tape on wobbly legs, and wondered what more was to follow.
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Pleasurable Possession
by Alexander
“I don’t think they’re down here.” Janice tells David with fear shaking her voice. The couple got separated from their friends after everyone scattered. During dinner extremely large, shadowy, growling beasts smashed into the mansion through the large stained glass windows. The group of ten got separated in the winding hallways. Janice and David are currently lost in the dank catacombs below ground.
“No, they’re not but something is. Something’s not . . . right . . .” David’s pupils go red and then melt off his eyeball. White globes shift locking onto Janice as crimson tears run down his cheeks. Drool flows like a faucet down his chin. “Something is here.” His voice is hollow and raspy. “WE ARE HERE!!” He grabs Janice tearing away her dress as he pulls her closer. She shrieks as he clamps his jaw around her bumpy areola and sucks the tiny nipple. Strong fingers push into her fuzzy twat. He stirs and prods her tight walls. She whimpers as her love juice runs down his thrusting hand. He throws one of her legs over his shoulder and grips her firm ass tight to hold her up. His hard cock bursts through his slacks on its own. She is lowered onto a throbbing dick that has grown to twelve inches in length. Its pumped veins pulsate throughout the shaft as cum drips from the engorged head.
Her tight cunt stretches and swallows the massive tool to the base. He grunts like a beast taming her with powerful thrust. She screams as she is completely filled and his balls smack against her ass cheeks. He picks up the pace causing her large tits to bounce and flop uncontrollably. He catches one of the jiggling breasts in his mouth and sucks hard. Her swollen clit is pounding into his pelvis. Still squeezing her ass he moves his hand just enough to slide a finger up her backdoor. The stimulation is overbearing and sends her into a violent orgasm. She screams and thrashes about as she scratches at his face and chest. Her legs tense and vibrate as her pussy clenches the still pumping rod. He growls low stirring her creamy cum around slowly. She squirts her next three orgasms back to back soaking him from the waist down. Without ceasing penetration, he spins her limp body around and holds her back tight to his chest. He grasps one arm on her shoulders above her breast and another below on her torso. Her tits bounce in the confined space as the insistent fucking continues. Her moans grow deeper and she throws her head back as her eyes widen. The blood vessels in her eyes explode and then drip down her face. He thrust deep inside her and holds it there while his cock shoots a geyser of thick jizz. Their horrendous groans bombard the darkness as orgasms rip though their bodies. Their sticky orgasms fill her pussy to capacity and skeet out.
The remaining guests run and make futile attempts to stay hidden. Unbeknownst to them, the ravenous beast and newly possessed can smell their fear through walls. They are being sniffed out one at a time.
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Phobophilia
By L. E. White
They wound their way through “Phobophilia”, an adult haunted house guaranteed to scare your pants off. The last room had three women, almost nude, tied from the ceiling. A man in a bee-keeper’s suit moved among them, putting big, black spiders on their bare skin. Mary was shivering, her arachnophobia locking her in place like Medusa’s gaze.
“Remember, they aren't real,” Steve said.
The room was the quietest in the building. No music blared and the screaming soundtracks from the other rooms were no louder than a couple talking over dinner. Mary let out a soft sob. “Yes they are.”
Steve watched one crawling around. The bee-keeper moved over, took the spider away when it got near his subject’s face and swapped it for another.
Mary pressed against Steve and he could feel the trembling in her tiny shoulders. “Can you imagine how that feels?”
He placed his fingertips against one wrist and began to walk his way up. He could feel bumps rise as she shivered and tried to pull away from him. “Stop that.”
He pulled her to his chest. Mary grabbed his wrist but stiffened up as Steve used his larger size to force her up to the Plexiglas wall.
Mary whimpered.
“You wanted scary.” He breathed in a harsh whisper. “We came to this haunted house because it’s adults only. So be an adult. See where your fear takes you.”
She was trembling so much that Steve thought she would have fallen on the floor if he weren't holding her. He took a hold of Mary’s wrist and pulled her arm up. It was like trying to straighten a coat hanger, but she did it.
“Don’t move.”
Steve straightened her other arm before pushing her feet apart and kneeling behind her. The bee-keeper noticed and was watching them more than performing.
Her muscles twitched, reacting to Steve’s touch on her skin. He mimicked the spiders, moving up her legs and over her hips. His hands crawled, stopping to touch her ear before hurrying on up her arms.
He knelt to repeat the process and noticed a trickle of moisture on her inner thigh. “You’re wet,” he said with a wide, menacing smile.
Steve stood and lifted Mary’s shirt, exposing her stomach and bra. The bee-keeper gave him the thumbs up and Mary whined. Steve nodded to the man before dragging her shorts down to her ankles.
The women in the display were all staring back through the glass as Steve repeated his imitation of the spiders. This time he crawled over her sensitive areas and Mary bounced up and down like a child who had to pee, making a high pitched noise.
“Don’t fucking move,” Steve said.
Mary went rigid except for her trembling lips.
The bee-keeper brought one of the women up to the glass where she assumed the same stance as Mary. Then, he brought a monstrous tarantula over and sat it on her. Steve put his fingers on Mary’s skin and mimicked its path while she cried and twitched. Mary was panting but Steve just kept following the spider’s steady progress.
This time, the guy didn't take the spider away when it got close to the woman’s face. A long, hairy leg reached up as gently as a new lover and touched her throat. The woman just stood there but Mary gasped.
The legs extended up and touched her lips.
When Steve mirrored this, Mary crumpled backward, screaming as she came. Steve held her tight, stroking her hair, chanting, “Good girl. I love you.”
Then the people inside the display clapped.
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I had hoped to also contribute a story for you all, but with my schedule I was not able to write one. I will have an original erotic short very soon that I can't wait to share with you here!
Happy Halloween!
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