Bad Angel

Their phone torches pinged off the branches, sometimes finding the blackness of the voids in between. They picked their way through the gravestones, the edges looming up in the dead of night as the light cast eery reflections over the moss-covered curves in the stone and flicked off blades of the overgrown, largely untended grass. … Continue reading Bad Angel

Audience for the Marionette: Part 5

This is the fifth and final part of my erotic short story, 'Audience for the Marionette'. When we last encountered her, she had performed a very special show for her voyeuristic client. Not only was her consciousness fully aware of her feelings, but her body had become alive, needy, offering herself up to a new … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette: Part 5

Audience for the Marionette, Part 3

This is the third part of my darkly erotic short story, Audience for the Marionette', which is included in my forthcoming book on voyeurism. We left the increasingly sentient Marionette beginning her show for the special client, who is currently bound by shackles to an ancient torture chair, a trapdoor beneath him, for the Master … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette, Part 3

Audience for the Marionette, Part 2

This is the second part of my dark, erotic voyeurism story about a beautiful marionette who has discovered she is becoming sentient of body as well as of mind. If you have read Part 1, you will remember that the aroused yet unfulfilled Marionette has been brought a 'special client' by her creator and Master. … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette, Part 2

Audience for the Marionette, Part 1

I'm getting pretty excited because my collection of erotic short stories on voyeurism is coming together and it's only a few weeks until the book will be published! Some of you may remember that I delayed this book because I wasn't happy with it. I knew I could make it darker, more soulful — and way more … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette, Part 1

Once, Twice, Three Times a Banshee (18+ only)

Slivers of light illuminate her carriage. It’s as ancient as she is, black as this witching hour, and only moonbeams confirming its existence. High in her seat, the old hag drives her horses hard along the well-worn track, cracking her whip in the air over the horses’ hind quarters. They heed the warning and gallop … Continue reading Once, Twice, Three Times a Banshee (18+ only)