Category: Erotic Horror

“Oh look!” Roz said as she checked her email. “I’m a finalist in this year’s Halloween contest! I can’t wait to tell the rest of the club during tonight’s video chat; they’ll be so happy for me. All of their extra votes really helped!”

On her fortieth birthday getaway he left the passports and tickets on the kitchen counter and they said nothing to each other for four hours on the drive home, screamed at each other spitting blame and excuses and then fucked across the same kitchen counter an hour after midnight.

To anyone who didn’t understand, this may seem an illogical statement. In fact, she had never met anyone who seemed to understand. Yet it was the truth. Heaven may have been a bright wonderland of endless happiness, but paradise was the cool embrace of the night, full of potential and vital life. The people were more alive, free to be […]

My name is Anam-Glacadóir, soul taker! I live in the ornate ancient large mirror. It once belonged to the witch that called me. It was taken to the convent when the witch was burned along with her cottage. It now stands in the seldom used attic of the finishing school for young adult females. I will tell you my story […]

The camp was cold and quiet. The men that inhabited it were asleep, save for two. The wind was silent and still as these two sat in silence, back-to-back. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted, and the sound pierced through the camp, sending shivers through the spines of the men.

Slimy Invader   The deep mud squelches as it sucks at my knee-high boots, making this trek through the suffocatingly humid rainforest even more grueling. In an attempt to make traversing this mud easier, I try following in the footprints of our Amazonian Jungle guide, Anton Santos, who’s ahead by a few feet, clearing the dense jungle brush with broad […]

Tonight, was the bachelorette party of my friend Melissa, a small and shy church girl who was going to get married tomorrow. She saw a movie about them a few months back and she commented that it couldn’t be really like that. Latching onto that, a few of us decided we would let her find out.

Father Oswald’s most difficult challenge as a priest was hearing confessions from women recounting their carnal sins. At times it was torturous for him to listen to young females conflicted by guilt pouring out revelations of their sexual desires and transgressions. No matter how hard he tried to deny his impulses, the padre was frequently aroused by these deep secrets […]