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Haunted House Party: Seven Minutes In Heaven

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A pair of women struggle with corruption during a light hearted game of seven minutes in heaven

Darkness surrounded the old-growth forest and an unnatural chill emanated from the sides of the old van, beating back the attempts from the struggling heater.  The warm air from the front vents twisted with the cold, swirling and mixing before being forced down to the floorboards.  

 

Leah sat in the back, watching the others from the third row of seats.  The grotesque shapes of bent trees with reaching arms passed as dim shadows in the darkness beyond her window.  She shivered, rubbing her upper arms while leaning away from the windows.  …

Primal Fantasies: Wolf

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Trying a werewolf cock sleeve for fun begins to change a young man and the curse spreads in a strip club.
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The faint sound of cardboard hitting concrete was easy to miss but Joseph bounced from his couch as soon as he heard it.  The mailman never knocked or rang the bell, even when the package required a signature.  So, he’d grown used to listening.  He’d been refreshing the shipping notification every few minutes while idly playing a game on his phone but it slid between the cushions, forgotten as he raced to the door.…

Office Bitch Ch. 03

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Anne forces herself to return to work for a semblance of normalcy.
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I can hear the car crunching through the gravel while it drives away and my house suddenly feels huge and empty and silent.  It’s an unwelcome feeling that I’ve never noticed before.

 

His scent lingers.  Sweat, deodorant and a complex mix of other little things that is just him.  It’s a thread of warmth in the sterile house and I follow it for a moment before I realize what I’m doing.  Standing in the hallway to my bedroom, I clamp down hard.…

Karma’s a…

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The man watches as the young woman in professional clothing times her escape.  He can see it in her face – the wicked smile and the constant glances as she finishes her food.  And it wasn’t the first time he’d spotted her, no.  He often dined around town during his lunch break and she’d shown up in two other restaurants around the same time.

He spills his salt as she takes a gulp of her wine.  She refills the glass with what was left in the bottle while he traces a pattern in the salt.  Once it complete, he leans forward to blow the salt towards her. …