Something dragging across the floor nearly made her bolt. Pressing back into the dark depths of where she hid, she tried desperately to slow her breathing so it wouldn’t hear her. A heavy thud made her jump, nearly drawing a scream from bloodless lips. Eyes searching wildly in the dark for the too close sound. …
She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again. “Higher.” Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike. “Spread your legs.” He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much …
My fantasies twist and turn, but always rise up the same way. The things I ignore, but deep down I want so badly. It reoccurs, in my dreams and the things I read and the things I crave at night. It’s always the same. Face buried on the pillow, the scent of the hair product …
He lifted her on to the counter, parting her thighs so her dress bunched up to her waist. His hum at her naked cunt made goosebumps race down her skin. “Open.” She parted her lips, allowing his middle and ring fingers to slide along her tongue. Licking at the digits, she closed around them and …
His hands sifted through her hair. Just touching the strands sent the scent of berries into the air around them. The way her eyes seemed to glow in the low light made him tighten his grip in her hair. When she leaned over him, he spread his legs wider, giving her room to do what …
“Do not panic.” That was the first part of training, the very first slide of the whole presentation. When you come in contact with the infectious disease or the infected person, do not panic and you’ll make it out of the hot zone alive. – Mick was a professional. Four years in the military entering …
Based off of this photo prompt. A mix of fantasy/horror/gory/non-con elements. – She kept away from the basement during the winter because the cold drove the worst of them indoors. Terrible beasts. Carnivorous creatures that haunted the woods. The nightmares always started right before they began to appear below. This year’s nightmares had begun earlier …
A sketch for writing practice. – The crackle of the cigarette as he took a drag drifted to her ears. Her eyes moved to his face because she couldn’t help watching. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing, and then exhaled the white smoke into the air. It was a seductive sound, sexy in the way it …
It never abates. Their stories whirl through my head like cards in a rolodex. Snippets of their thoughts, images of their exploits, enter my mind. Usually I only hear the first bit and then ignore the rest. Sometimes I wasn’t so lucky An older man is bicycling along the highway. He bikes to keep himself …
So I’m over here doing this year long story on Patreon, and I get a bright idea. A little background before I carry on. If you don’t know: I’m writing a very Snow White-esque story (that can be found at story.carathereon.com). It started last month with my aim to post 1 chapter a month on …