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Ms. Warner could not help thinking of the burnt streaks that ran down the sides of the tiny carcass she had disposed of that day. The scalded paths that seemed to have seared through the fur and flesh of the poor animal. She had almost gagged at the unpalatable similarity between that vision and this highly detailed effigy. The story was fantastical. One that I knew would be embellished and exaggerated and probably be recycled with alternative names as a spook story to scare children for years to come.

Of course he hadn’t, you would tell yourself. He was pinned in place, the same place, forever. Still you’d have to check. Perhaps, because for every second you tried not to look at him, you’d feel him looking at you. Then you’d look up, and it would be too late. Mr. Adderly’s scarecrow, nicknamed "Black eyed Jack" was around the size of an average man, but was of a curiously lifelike composition.

Anne knew that she and her friends were polar opposites. While she herself was short and petite, shy, and an introvert, her friends, Natasha and Tatiana, were dominant and wild. Natasha looked like she was hiding something that could perhaps change how the world perceived her, but still, there was something bold about her that made you want to obey to her. She had a dominant personality. Tatiana, on the other hand, was completely different. She was wild, always wanting to experience new things.

"She squeezed his hands again. “Yes, professor. Ohh, yes. I have opened up my heart to him.” “What would you like to tell him right now?” “I want to confess my feelings for him.” He blinked and swallowed. “Well, that is okay. But that is not why you are here with him at this moment, Julia.”

Meet Christine: single mother with a lot on her plate. When she's not taking care of her infant baby Sarah, she's dealing with her overbearing mother, Pamela, reminding her of Christine's deadbeat baby daddy or her past with drugs. Can she find happiness outside of a pizza box? Meet Samuel: Rich, handsome, and about as shallow as a puddle. When he's not having sex with the hottest piece of intern, he's talking shop with his uncle, Gregg. So when Christine and Samuel start talking again, as old schoolmates do, are there sparks flying or is this a disaster waiting to happen?

This is one close encounter you weren't expecting! When Karen Biggs is abducted by Aliens, she's given a mission: Aave an entire species by getting one alien pregnant. The catch is that the aliens aren't the ones doing the probing. This alien impregnation futanari story isn't for the faint of heart. Who knew first contact would be so steamy?

"Paige continues her inspection of his loft then notices the long hall leading down to his most private moments. She turns to the right towards the hall. Taking a few steps, she looks back at him daring him to stop her. He doesn’t. She slowly proceeds down the hall bracing herself for what she may see or find. The possibilities excite her. This hall seems endless, but Paige kept her eye on the closed door at the end. A closed door holds secrets. Delicious secrets. Paige’s pulse quickened. Did he have what she is so desperately seeking? Paige stops abruptly."

Kiara had groaned but did as she was directed, and she was glad, because the overnight trip turned out to be a pre-wedding fun party where only the bride, groom, Kiara, Selena, and groom’s closest friend was invited.

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“You mean…you’re not coming in with me?” Hayley asked, feeling something in her stomach drop, though she didn’t know what she’d been expecting. Amber flashed Hayley a smile that was half-regret, half pitying.

We passed in front of the men, some of whom gave me angry stares. I laughed inwardly. How easy it was for them to blame another for their own misfortune. I knew some had their eyes on my navigator, while others affixed theirs on me. I had often been the subject of many an attention, but I hardly indulged in such subtle fantasies. Only once in my very long life have I had anyone who could afford me the pleasures I desired. Others had only managed to while away my time. A commodity I possess in excess.

Upon the occasion of her own demise, Mary Seacomb was buried, as was her wish, between the roots of the tree - despite the malevolent elements of her work and the fact that she was expressly forbidden from entering any of the church buildings within the surrounding areas. Accounts and parish records from the time reveal that she was regarded as something of an asset to the local area. This was particularly on account of her apparent ability to shield the town and a number of local villages from the effects of the black death.

Darryl stared at her, wanting to tell her to knock it off, that the joke wasn’t funny. But Crystal stared back at him blankly, watching him struggling to even form basic questions. He knew she wasn’t kidding. It was an animalistic instinct that words didn’t have the hope of matching. Logic and reason had left the building.

"Bob, you need to get here as soon as possible. I think someone broke in last night." "What? Don't you think you should have started with that?" "I thought it was you. That is why I called you," I said, already panicking. "I am on my way. Call the police and get out of there now. Someone could still be in there." He ended the call, and I just stood there, looking around, trying to find the courage to pick up the phone and call them. I don't know why but I thought it would be a good idea to look around first. To see if there was any money or stuff missing.

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With the children of the village, "Greenfinger Tom" was not only a suspect, but irrefutably guilty of any number of crimes. A neighborhood boogeyman for decades, he was used by older kids to taunt their siblings and frighten them into obedience. “If you get out of that bed again, Greenfinger Tom will get you,” seems to have been a common threat used by mothers and fathers who had themselves sprinted past Greenfinger’s garden if they were forced to pass after dusk.

Young wife Casey is shocked when she finds out her husband's filthy fantasies - and even more shocked that he wants Casey to play a starring role in them while he watches. Inviting a sexy, dominant stranger into their bed is just the beginning.... Her new lover pushes her into all kinds of depraved and taboo acts.

I think in some ways we are all aware that there is an unseen world that exists simultaneously with ours. So the question is not whether it exists or not. But rather, how much does it affect our lives? Does our personal belief system affect these unseen forces? Or is it all pretty much out of our hands?

The 300-pound witch of Pigreator is hungry for food and people, but will a lone knight be enough to satisfy her appetites? The Witch and her Wild Knight is an erotic short story that contains farting, weight gain, burping, crushing, transformation, and happy endings. Is your sword ready for her sheath?

A few hours later, wafting into the room with the supercilious air of confidence peculiar to those who know they are to speak on a subject upon which they are unlikely to be challenged came Mavis Clay, adorned in a flowing white dress that seemed to be more ruffles than stitching and sat herself like Christ in Da Vinci’s painting of the Last Supper in the center of the long table, whilst historians, experts, and the duke himself flanked her like apostles, on either side.