• Fiction

    Part 9: “The Disappearance of Emily Bennett”

    Part 8 The following morning, I woke to a note on my pillow: The property is yours to explore today. Get to know your new home. I’ll return for dinner. Yours, Ethan The offer seemed decadent, but upon further thought, I realized it was more likely an expectation that I know my surroundings. After all, that knowledge might be necessary for a later command. A light knock at the door preceded Tess’s unobtrusive entrance. This was only my second day, and already, she felt us natural a part of my existence as my skin. So very interesting how certain people could do that, just become what was needed without calling…

  • Fiction

    The Ghost in the Window

    “They say she shows up whenever the fog rolls in and that she’s always naked when she appears,” Ginny’s eyes squinted up at the second floor window of her aunt’s newly renovated Victorian. Calvin glanced over at Ginny, eyebrows raised skeptically and inquisitively. “Have you seen her?” “I think I did once, when I was really young, but you know how a kid’s imagination can be. I might’ve just willed myself to see it.” “But you’ve stayed in the house before, right?” Calvin asked. “Of course,” Ginny replied, “Lot’s of times.” “Ever hear anything up there?” “It’s an old house, Cal, it makes all kinds of noises.” “Yeah, but…” Cal…

  • Fiction

    Reclamation

    “This is where they brought me when I was sixteen.” Her touch was like subtle, continuous static electricity, as she held my hand and led me deeper into the asylum. It was empty now, twenty years later. After all the bad publicity, they’d closed their doors forever in October of ’99. “What were your parents thinking?” “I was “unmanageable,” my mother said. But what it really came down to was that she was scared. She didn’t understand it like I do now.” We were trespassing, but Sienna needed this. She needed to show me what they’d done to her, where they’d put her. She needed the closure of going back…

  • Erotic Bedtime Stories podcast,  Fiction

    Hell to Pay

    If you’d rather listen… He pulled over at the head of the trail and told me to take off all of my clothes. Looking at him with incredulity, I opened my mouth to argue…but thought better of it. This was a punishment, and it was meant to be as uncomfortable as he could make it. Naked, and highly aware of it, I opened the truck door and stepped down on to the damp fall leaves. They created a sort of rust and gold carpet leading all the way to the gate at the end of the path. We’d been here just a few days ago, exploring and taking photos. The…

  • Fiction

    Jekyll & Hyde

    Eva linked her arm around Sam’s and pressed herself closer to him as they walked into the club. It was late, close to last call, but as it was drizzly out and neither of them really wanted to call it a night yet (the kids were at the grandparents’ and they didn’t get out much these days), they agreed to pop into to one last bar before calling a cab. “One last drink,” Sam said, “better make it a good one.” Eva looked at the bar specials and wracked her brain for all the crazy drinks she’d tried when she was younger…maybe a Sex on the Beach, an Irish Car…

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