A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including paranormal and vampire.
The Call of the Night by Tabitha Rayne
The Call of The Night is a lesbian vampire romp in the woods. Leah finds herself on an evening walk on the outskirts of town being confronted by a mysterious cloaked woman who commands her to follow her into the forest...
House of Seven Inches by Michael Bracken
Located just south of the middle of nowhere, the two-storey house has stood empty ever since the previous owner disappeared several years earlier. The new owner – a gay, would-be writer who left a bad relationship in the city – moves in and begins an extensive renovation project. He soon learns to appreciate the solitude ... until he suspects he isn’t alone.
Incubus At Your Service by Maggie Morton
When Nell gets up one morning, she’s shocked to see the almost completely naked (but completely gorgeous) stranger in her kitchen, doing her dishes. When he turns around, though, he’s identical to the man who was in her dreams last night, doing very naughty things to her. And if that wasn’t weird enough, he tells her he’s an early birthday present, from I & S Cleaning Services. His sudden appearance in her kitchen isn’t the only surprise, though – it turns out that I & S stands for Incubus and Succubus, and that means she’s just about to experience more pleasure than she ever has before.
Skyggen by Giselle Renarde
There’s nothing like a holiday to forget one’s urban anxieties. Little does Mirjam know she lost something essential during her stay at a rustic vacation villa – she lost her shadow! When she returns home without her darker self, Mirjam can no longer cope with everyday pressures. Before long, she quits her job and takes ill. Life becomes very shabby until one day a flamboyant young woman crashes through her door. It’s Skyggen, her lost shadow, now engaged to marry a very wealthy man. In Skyggen’s presence, Mirjam’s capacity for jealousy and duplicity resurface. Perhaps Mirjam can even win back all that is rightfully hers ...
Lord Nano’s Nemesis by Slave Nano
A mysterious highwaywoman emerges out of the evening mist to inflict her special brand of retribution on Lord Nano for his debauched behaviour in the brothels of 18th century Leeds. A flesh and blood female avenger or a ghostly phantom? Whoever she is, by the end of the evening, he will be stripped, cruelly tormented and wickedly humiliated. Has Lord Nano finally met his Nemesis?
These stories have also been published in Dark Desires ISBN 9781907761706 / 9781907761713
Dusk fell as she walked up the path to the woods just outside town. She didn’t notice a dark-haired woman watching her from behind an old tree. Leah was immersed in her own thoughts when a cloaked figure suddenly appeared right in front of her.
‘Sorry?’ Leah cocked her head towards the tall, dark-haired woman. ‘What did you say?’ Leah was stunned when the face remained as still as glass but a voice spoke.
‘I didn’t say anything. Hush now, there’s no need to speak.’ The voice was as rich as velvet but as sheer as silk. It took Leah’s breath away and she obeyed and fell silent. Leah stared into the woman and was mesmerised by her wolf-like piercing eyes. She felt compelled to touch her and reached out a trembling hand.
‘Not now.’ The voice seemed to slap Leah’s hand away. ‘Come.’
Leah was in a strange state, she couldn’t think if she was dreaming or drugged but she knew that this beautiful and fearful creature had her under some sort of spell. She followed willingly, a heat rising in her lower belly counteracting the chill of the voice. The warmth spread as she felt a hand pressing in to her lower back urging her forward. She gasped and glanced behind her but nothing was there. The hooded woman never looked back.
‘Keep up,’ said the voice and the hand pressed more firmly. Leah thought she felt it slide lower and a flush of desire welled in her stomach. She let out a tiny murmur.
‘I said quiet!’ snapped the voice once more and the sensation of a second hand clamped over Leah’s lips. She breathed dramatically through her nose and kept her hands by her sides. She knew now that she would have to surrender to this being and it turned her on furiously. She pressed her thighs together as she walked trying to catch the fabric of her skirt between to give her some kind of friction. The ground was getting rocky as they made their way through the thickening trees and darkness and she tripped to the ground, grazing her knees on the gravelly path. As she struggled to get up, the hand at her back slid down and pushed on her buttocks until she was upright once more. It stayed there and Leah felt her arousal blaze as the fingers massaged her arse cheeks while she walked. She arched her back a little and exaggerated her swagger to show the hands she was enjoying it.
To her joy, the fingers began to knead her buttocks, squeezing her panties and skirt into her flesh. It was exhilarating and Leah shifted her gait to open her legs. The force kept rubbing and pressing and Leah’s pussy began to twitch in anticipation for a stray finger or two.
As the thought formed in her mind, the cloaked woman looked round with a wicked smile. The pressure of the hand on her mouth intensified and Leah tried to bite at it through her squashed lips. At once the figure flew at her and she was thrown backwards to a tree. She felt a chill to her soul as the woman pressed right up against her.
‘Behave,’ the voice hissed, ‘all in good time.’ But Leah caught the woman’s eyes flit to her chest. She breathed in to push her breasts higher forcing her stiffening nipples into her captor’s view.
It worked. Leah watched the wolf eyes drink her in. She felt the presence of another phantom hand rip her blouse open and tug her breast free from her bra. She watched her own nipple harden as it was rolled and tweaked by invisible fingers while the woman watched.
Leah began to sense a shift in power and opened her legs. The hand that had been working on her arse worked its way down the back of her leg to the hem of her skirt. Her skirt slowly slid up over her thighs and behind like a gentle lover would. Just as she was getting used to these tender caresses, the hand over her mouth released her long enough for Leah to catch her breath. She gulped in oxygen and let out an excited giggle. The hand gripped her at once under her jaw and pinned her by the neck to the tree. Leah’s own hands shot up to try and prise the digits apart but the strength was supernatural. She held on and suddenly the hand up under her skirt roughly grabbed her panties and ripped them off casting them to the ground. Leah felt hot and horny and opened her legs wider to expose her naked pussy to the night. It had the right effect and Leah stared at the woman staring at her.
‘What’s your name?’ she whispered as seductively as she could. She felt the warmth from her breath reach out to the white face of the woman and she seemed to suck in the vapour of the words.
‘Maudra.’ This time her eyes met Leah’s.
‘Show yourself to me.’ Leah was shocked by her own boldness and even more so when she saw Maudra’s delicate ethereal fingers toy with the golden catch of her cape.
The hand between Leah’s legs slowly and lusciously began to stroke and part her lips. Leah could imagine her moist juices glistening in the moonlight and it made her ache to be touched.
Maudra’s cape fell to the earth and there stood the most beautiful sight Leah had ever witnessed. Maudra’s flesh was as pale and luminous as moonlight itself and she was as poised as a ballerina. Her breasts were perfect and Leah’s mouth watered as she watched the tiny buds pucker, desperate to be touched. Leah felt the fingers at her pussy slowly begin to probe into her entrance. She began to twitch as her want started to pulse through her clit and engulf her pussy and arse. ‘Stroke yourself,’ she commanded and her eyes widened as Maudra slid her hands onto her abdomen and up, cupping both breasts and squeezing her nipples.
Maggie Morton lives in Northern California with her partner. Her first novel, Dreaming of Her, is a lesbian, erotic romance, and is published by Bold Strokes Books. Her gay, erotic romance novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books. She also appears in multiple anthologies, including Dark Desires, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Pleasure Me, and Best Lesbian Erotica 2013.
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Slave Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings. Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. He works full time and juggles his writing with this.
His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica. His full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland was published by Xcite Books in 2012.
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His website: www.slavenano.co.uk
Giselle Renarde is an award-winning author of erotica and LGBT fiction. This queer Canadian writer has contributed short stories to more than 100 anthologies and authored dozens of books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, and the Wedding Heat series.
Her transgender lesbian romance The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the 2012 Rainbow Awards, in the category of Best Transgender Romance/Erotic Romance. Giselle's single-author anthology of transgender fiction and poetry, My Mistress' Thighs, received an honourable mention in the same category the previous year. Her work also appears in Tristan Taormino's Lambda Award-winning anthology Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica.
Ms Renarde loves a geeky girl and lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. When she's not writing, she's usually up to something good... or up to no good.
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Her website: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com
About her: http://about.me/gisellerenarde
Her Twitter: http://twitter.com/GiselleRenarde
Raunchy Reader on
10th April 2012 7:12PM
oh Wow, I loved this collection. Lord Nano\'s Nemesis is particularly dark and particularly hot, featuring a sadistic highwaywoman! Perfect for the dominatrix in me!