The abandoned manor which sat atop Cursed Hill was something of a local legend. Passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, stories of the decrepit old estate, as such superstitious tales are wont to do, had taken on a life of their own such that no two families agreed on the truth behind them any longer. Some believed the manor to be the former abode of a
If he was truly honest, Evan had expected to be far more nervous in the face of the physical embodiment of evil. Yet as he stood before Lucifer’s throne, vulnerable to the wrath of the one who struck fear into all the tortured souls of Hell, he found himself thinking only one thing: I thought the devil would be taller. He supposed that’s the impression you got watching television and
Pausing, Owen was briefly taken aback by the huge gothic door. In the fading evening light, it was lit by a wrought-iron lantern hung from the top and looked straight from one of the medieval forts or castles back home in England. Though it may have looked at home there, it was the last thing he had expected to find here in the heart of Beijing. In a city all
Breathing hard and scrunching up her eyes, Yui gripped hold of her bedside table in an attempt to ground herself in reality. She could feel it coursing through her, trying to take hold, to take control. She couldn’t hold it off much longer; every second it grew stronger, welling up inside her like a bubbling geyser. She knew she stood no chance against it once it went off. Though her
‘Oh Alistair…’ The lilting voice danced through the trees, cold and mesmerising, a siren’s song. ‘Alistair Ward. Come out and play, Alistair. I promise I won’t kill you. Or perhaps you are already playing. Hide and seek, is that what you want to play with me?’ A burst of melodic laughter filled the air, though there was no warmth to it. Pressed up against the thick trunk of a gnarled
Staring up at the bottle-lined shelves behind the bar, Carl wondered if any of them might contain the answers he was looking for. Having so far worked through about half of them he was beginning to suspect not, but with a swelling rock of misery throbbing in his chest he could not think of any other option besides testing out the rest. With doleful eyes, he glanced down at his
Hearing the notification on his phone, Mr. Johnson stood up and mopped his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm. Taking a moment to catch his breath he surveyed the room as he crossed to the table his phone was charging on: just a few more finishing touches and it would be perfect. All the furniture was in position and after the tireless work he had put into the
Head hung low, shoulders hunched, Carter marched home through the chilly, misty night largely ignoring the city around him. In fairness, there was little to notice: a few late commuters, the occasional car passing by kicking up spray from the wet road, and the odd flicker from one of the countless neon signs hanging overhead or dangling in shop windows dictating that near enough everywhere was closed for the night.
His eyes rolling back in his head, his body tensing suddenly and his fingers gripping the sheets with white-knuckled ferocity, Lincoln once again thanked his past self for taking the steps of revenge all those years ago. He had spent enough nights in dark rooms with other gay men to know what a good blowjob was, and after months of practice his secret lover was hands down the best cocksucker
Allowing her head to roll back, Casey groaned breathlessly as the head of Mason’s cock slammed into her P-spot again and again. His deep thrusts were threatening to tip her over the edge into a state of delirium, and combined with his firm grip jerking her she-cock it was all she could do to remain conscious. She loved how her tight, delicate body rocked with every thrust. It made her
