Gothic

Do It Yourself (or get some help)

One of the many inevitable things that come with buying a house, is frequenting Do It Yourself stores. A lot. I’ve always loved them: the smell of newly cut wood, dried up paint and burnt dust, the sheer endlessness of the isles and the countless object that I never knew existed until I saw them, it’s amazing. The weeks between moving into my new house and selling the old one, I could be found in such stores about every other day. I had worked out the perfect schedule, arriving just after peak times were over, but long enough before closing time for me not to have to hurry. I also knew all the students and middle-aged men that worked there. Or I thought I did. One day, on a random weekday evening, there was a …

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Doll House – Puta Girl (pt 1) – Mommy’s Home

The lock clicked, the metal tumblers sliding home with a heavy thud that echoed in the silent hallway. Maria leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the apartment door for a moment, her breath hitching in her chest. The storm-cloud colored dress she wore clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric damp with the humidity of the city and the sweat of a twelve-hour shift. Her feet throbbed inside her heels, the arches cramping, but she stood tall, rolling her shoulders back to relieve the tension knotting between her shoulder blades. The scent of dark floral perfume—gardenias and night-blooming jasmine—rose from her skin, a sharp contrast to the stale air of the building. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, expecting sanctuary. Instead, the living room hit her like a …

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The Witches Next Door

The Witches Next Door ~ by DarkTalons Spring break had finally hit, and the house was mine for a whole week. Mom, Dad, and my little sister had piled into the car Friday afternoon with all their luggage, waving like it was some big adventure to visit my grandparents upstate. I stood on the porch in my gray t-shirt and black basketball shorts, barefoot on the warm concrete, and gave them the classic “have fun, don’t die” send-off. The second their taillights disappeared around the corner I was already planning it: sleep till noon, order pizza all week, maybe hit a couple parties if the boys hit me up. No chores except the basic shit Dad told me about—take out the trash, check the mail, don’t burn the place down. Easy. The neighborhood was dead …

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Doll House – Puta Girl (pt 3) – Party Girls

The red digits of the digital clock burned a harsh, accusatory 7:12 into the darkness of the room, the numbers glowing like embers in the shadows. Maria’s eyes snapped open, the remnants of a heavy, dreamless nap dissolving instantly into a sharp, stinging pang of adrenaline. She had overslept. The silence of the apartment, usually a comforting blanket, now felt heavy with the ticking seconds she had lost, each one a missed opportunity to prepare herself mentally. She threw back the duvet, the cool air of the bedroom hitting her warm skin and raising gooseflesh along her arms, and swung her legs out of bed. Her feet touched the hardwood floor, and she moved with a practiced, predatory grace toward the ensuite bathroom, her mind already racing through the checklist of the evening, calculating the …

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Who Are You?

On a warm summer day I found myself walking alone, along a narrow country road. I had seen no cars, and no people. Open fields and patches of woods surrounded me all the way to the horizon. The sky was cloudless. As I walked, I noticed that a car was parked ahead of me, on the right. I was walking on the right side of the road. As I approached it I could see that all of the windows were down. When I reached the car I could not help but notice that an attractive woman was sitting in the back seat. Even more curiously, she was naked. She looked at me, and smiled faintly, as though she knew me. I quickly looked around to see if I was being set up for a crime. …

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Doll House – Detective Nolms story

Howard got home from work earlier than normal. His day was spent coping and sending all of the case files back to Mother. He was near nervous about being caught, but the thrill of it excited him. Making his thin cock strain along his cage. But it was obeying Mother was the most pleasurable. He never knew he could feel this way. All he needed to do was submit. The shoulder bag hit the floor with a heavy, defeated thud, the leather worn smooth by years of dragging it through the grimy underbelly of the city. Detective Howard Nolms stood in the entryway of the suburban split-level that had slowly become a prison of mortgage payments and silence. He loosened his tie, a cheap polyester noose that had been choking him all day, and ran …

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The Tattoo and the Succubus

Anna stretched out on the chair in front of me, settling back as I made the final inspection of the stencil on her arm. I’d known Anna for a couple years now, ever since her 18th birthday in fact. Twice a year she’d come in to get a new tattoo; it had become a little tradition. She’d turn up in sometime around March or October with a new design or idea and I’d do the rest. – I quite liked Anna. She was absolutely tiny, and a goth. This time her short hair was dyed black with vivid pink highlights. Her face had more piercing than I’d ever seen, and I’d worked with a few goths over the years. She had a bar through the bridge of her nose, a loop in her left eyebrow, …

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Phantom: A Love Story

“There is nothing more desolate in all the abodes of men than an unfurnished house dimly lit, silent, and forsaken, and yet tenanted by the memories of evil and violent histories.” -Algernon Blackwood, “The Empty House” *** “I guess no one mentioned that Devereux Manor is supposed to be haunted?” Amelia paused with trowel in hand in the flowerbed, considering Ms. Price’s question. The older woman sat on a nearby stump and fidgeted, anxious for a reply, so Amelia took her time formulating one. Eventually she settled on: “What’s Devereux Manor?” Ms. Price blinked. “Why, that’s this house, dear. Your house.” Amelia looked sideways at the house. It was still hard to think of it as hers. In her mind it was just “the house”, an entity unto itself. “Didn’t you know about the Devereux …

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S.O.L. Games: Web Design (updated)

— DON’T START AT THIS CHAPTER How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) : Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers) Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War) Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball) Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square) Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books) Then read one or more Level 6 chapters in any order. (The Hall Minotaur, Detention Dilemma, Swirlies, Women’s Studies) Then …

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Cousins Gangbang

It’s been a tradition in my family that once someone turns 18 that they and all their cousins, well, those who are of age, all go out for drinks. It started when my two oldest cousins, the identical twins Catherine and Ellen, bumped into my next oldest cousin, Faithe, not long after her 18th birthday and they decided to go to a pub in celebration. The tradition continued for my other two cousins, first Emma, and then Faithe’s younger sister Victoria. When my 18th birthday came around, I was both surprised but happy to hear from Catherine about organising a full weekend away. The reason I was surprised was because there was a 4-year age difference between me and Victoria, and an 11-year age difference between me and the twins. Being younger, and the only …

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my gift pt.2

it had been 2 years since my father visited me that night. Violet and I ran away together about 3 months after we graduated. we’ve been living together in a small cabin in the middle of a mountain range. we both thought it be best for me because of what happened a week before we ran away. “come on John lets go!” Violet called from the car. we were about to leave for a weekend get away in Hollywood. our plans were already in play when it happened. my father must have been mad at me or something because as soon as we got off the airplane all hell started breaking lose. the plane we had just recently gotten off blew up. the sky turned red. the driver of our cab’s head exploded. Violet was …

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The Jean Genie – Part 1 (Fixed)

This is the first story I’ve writtin, and I plan to continue. I hope you all enjoy! (I’ve fixed the story so that it won’t get removed this time!) ——————————————————————————— Before we begin this story, I should probably tell you about myself. My name is Ryuugo Tsukibasa (pronounced “Ree-you-go”), and I’m 19-years-old. My heritage is mostly Japanese, but the only thing about my family now is our names. I have long, shaggy black hair that usually covers my deep blue eyes. I’m 6’5″, and rather skinny. I’m not overly muscular, because I never bothered to participate in Phys. Ed. in school, but I do go for a jog every morning evening to keep from getting fat. I wasn’t very popular in my last school. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of friends. It’s just …

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Qarinah

Qarinah (قرينة) A succubus story By: Ralph McPherson With help editing by: Clyde McEscher It started in 1992. The meatpacking district of NYC was still just that. There were no hipster dance clubs or hookah bars. The high priced lingerie shops and Apple store were not even a glimpse in their designer’s eyes. There was a slight chill to the air. I was out for a late night walk. I often did this when my mind was troubled, or I was bored, or I just needed to clear my head. I found myself standing in front of a bar on 12th Street between 9th and Washington. I had never noticed this place before and before I realized what I was doing, I wandered in. It was a real dive and almost empty save a few …

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Her Black Wings

By Jimmmy D. I was walking around the city, looking for something to do, some way to have a good time, it’s a big city, its huge, surely there is something to do. I must have been walking for 2 or 3 hours before I came across a small antique shop, I don’t usually enjoy antiques but there was something in the window that caught my eye. It was a paint, magnificent; I was a large painting of a woman tall and beautiful, pale white skin and dark eyes, her beauty was surreal. He lips were pout and her eyelashes long, aside from her slender body there was something else that added to her beauty and grace. A pair of large angel wings spread out behind her, but they were black, the background of this …

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The Mate of a Demon Part 1: My Beginning

NOTE: There is NO sex in THIS PART of the story. I promise in the chapters to come there will be plenty of hot lustful sex. This is just the introduction. I was just sitting on the couch, watching some documentary on The Dark Ages. It was interesting. So see practically the entire world go to hell. Suddenly, my phone was making noise. It was my boyfriend. Well he was sort of my boyfriend. We had never met in real life. We met through some pen pal website. And since then we had developed a real relationship. He lived in Britain. In 2 years I would graduate and I was planning on flying to meet him. Because not only was he my boyfriend, he was my master. He was just texting me to see how …

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Vampire Stag Weekend

Vampire Stag Weekend If you are new to my stories then they are somewhat of an acquired taste. I suggest read “Betty” or “October River Walk” before you start this one since it is a little bit longer and requires a little­ more investment. This one is hard, strictly adult only and quite frankly pretty horrific;- enjoy. 1 I know it is supposed to be a joy-filled, happy, celebratory occasion but all I can remember is my stomach turning when Mark asked me to be his best man. Even though I love the guy dearly; we have known each other since kindergarten and his perfectly matched fiancée, Cath, since middle school, I simply detest public speaking, detailed planning and most of all bachelor parties. I was obvious something was up last May when he invited …

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Incubus

Lara lay in her bed staring at the deep red velvet canopy that hung above the dark oak four poster bed she was attempting to sleep in. Outside the wind and rain whipped the window panes and shook them in their frames. The whole house seemed to move and creak as it was battered by the storm. She pulled the duvet up around her and rolled onto her side desperate to sleep. She never slept well away from home and it was made even harder in this old guest house with its hard bed and cold draughty rooms. High up on the Yorkshire Moors, it must have been hundreds of years old she guessed, with its low, beamed ceilings and dark rooms not helped by the small leaded windows, that were now shaking so violently …

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Goblins

“Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren’t go a-hunting, for fear of little men.” -William Allingham, “The Fairies” *** “I want to dance with the hill people at night,” Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun was slipping behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, but no one was there that Megan could see. She frowned. “What do you mean?” Flora looked up at her. “Every night the people dance and sing all over that hill, and the lights are very pretty.” “They bring lights?” “They ARE lights.” Megan tsked. “No nonsense,” she said. “Get ready for bed.” Flora climbed off the chair and trotted up the stairs, skirting past her brother on the floor. Megan …

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a lust demons mate

Gaara wanted to explode in sheer rage. So he did. “Fuck you, Sakura! You miserable little fucking slut!” he snarled out. “Go back to that little fucking cock in our bed, enjoy! But know this, you will never see or be near me again. Your fucking loss!” Slamming the door in her shocked face. The rage begins to finally calm a bit as he climbs into the waiting cab and directs the driver to The Black Forest Resort. Making pit stops at some clothing stores to purchase new clothes and necessities along the way. Arriving at the resort exactly two hours later. After paying the driver, he climbs out with his bags. Taking a deep breath, he enters the pleasantly, dark resort. He quickly heads to the front desk to get a room. After the …

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The Last Halloween

“I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids” -Robert Brault *** Somewhere in one of the darker corners of the world, a witch and a ghoul stood at the entrance of a cemetery at midnight, and both of them were afraid. They weren’t afraid of what was inside: Rather, it was everything outside that scared them. “Mark my words,” said Stokes, shuffling his old undertaker’s boots in the dirt, “tomorrow will be the last Halloween for all of us.” A night breeze stirred the tree branches and the old cemetery gate creaked, as if in agreement. Anne knew he was right. There was something in the air that year, some quality of the night or the moonlight or just the entire world, that suggested …

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