<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Halloween on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/halloween/</link><description>Recent content in Halloween on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/halloween/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>50 Ways To Kill Your Neighbor</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/50-ways-to-kill-your-neighbor/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/50-ways-to-kill-your-neighbor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Witch! Witch! Burn her!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I grabbed a broom to escape, but it was too late. They&amp;rsquo;d come prepared,
ropes flew, one caught my dress, down I came, and darkness closed in
when I hit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cold of the water brought me to. The ducking stool first then. Down
I went, and up, gasping for air. Down again, and up. And again, and
again. Suddenly, the rope gave, and I was loose. A reed? There! The last
of my breath drove the water out, and my dress held me down. Slowly I
worked my way downstream, away from the mob. Goodman Willson so nearly
found me, but I conjured a pike onto his toe and down he went. The river
caught him, he couldn&amp;rsquo;t swim, and as he went down for the third time, I
summoned the harpies. There is justice in the afterlife.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>All Hallows Love</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/all-hallows-love/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/all-hallows-love/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1-the-fog-of-grief"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) The fog of grief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Natasha is once again curled up in the dark. Some days there were no tears. Today is not one of them. Not only did her fiancée have the nerve to die on her but had also arranged for flowers and gifts to be sent to her. She clutches Alexei’s t-shirt tightly. The pain in her heart feels cruel. She takes another swig of vodka. Tomorrow, she will drown herself with work. Both are equally ineffective in healing her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Alpha Scorpii Dark Halloween</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/an-alpha-scorpii-dark-halloween/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/an-alpha-scorpii-dark-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Hey Mom!” Oskar called out as he entered the house, “am I adopted?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Juliana had been dreading this day. She knew it would come, but she was hoping it would be after Oskar was a little older. He was a senior in high school, but still she hoped a few more years could pass before that question had to be answered .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had known for many years that the other children were teasing him for being… different. It wasn’t just the fact that he had dark hair while her hair was blond and his father, Seathrun, had red hair. No, there was another difference. That difference wasn’t really obvious at first glance and most adults didn’t notice. But the other children did… and children can be so cruel, even when they are almost fully men and women.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>And The Winner Is... Not Me</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/and-the-winner-is...-not-me/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/and-the-winner-is...-not-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Finally, home sweet hell,” I sighed under my breath, striding through the front door and heading up the stairs. My wooden mules clicked sharply against each step, echoing through the sorority house’s empty hallway. The denim skirt clung snugly as I ascended, my light blue cardigan slipping off one shoulder. I adjusted it impatiently, the ribbon choker around my neck suddenly feeling tighter than it had during my last class.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danny Boy Junior</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/danny-boy-junior/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/danny-boy-junior/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was about two in the morning. I was having trouble sleeping because I kept having really weird dreams. Considering my very strange imagination, a dream has to be really out of the ordinary for me to consider it weird… but these dreams were definitely weird. Then Danny Boy appeared– not in my dream– but alongside my bed. He was standing well over two meters tall and glaring down at me. I could feel his eyes boring into me creating a strange heating sensation on my back. That is what woke me from my dream.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hex and the City</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/hex-and-the-city/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/hex-and-the-city/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The crisp December air swirled with the scent of pine and smoldering sage, laced with something darker, more primal—a whisper of musk from the women&amp;rsquo;s skin, warmed by anticipation. Carrie led her coven through the shadowed back garden of their Brooklyn brownstone. It was Halloween, that velvet cusp between surrender and rebirth, and the four women had gathered as they always did: cloaked in velvet that clung to wondrous curves like a lover&amp;rsquo;s breath, their laughter a low, throaty hum that vibrated through the chill night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-8-halloween-special"&gt;Episode 8: Halloween Special&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am fleeing through the darkness, through a wood shrouded in fog, branches whipping at my body tearing at my skin through the thin shift I am wearing and catching my legs. I stumble on the uneven ground. The thump of heavy feet…paws…behind is relentless. I do not know what it is and briefly wonder if it can be as dark as my imagining, I do not know why it is hunting me, just that I do not want to be caught.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-8-halloween-special"&gt;Episode 8: Halloween Special&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am fleeing through the darkness, through a wood shrouded in fog, branches whipping at my body tearing at my skin through the thin shift I am wearing and catching my legs. I stumble on the uneven ground. The thump of heavy feet…paws…behind is relentless. I do not know what it is and briefly wonder if it can be as dark as my imagining, I do not know why it is hunting me, just that I do not want to be caught.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rocky Revisited</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/rocky-revisited/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/rocky-revisited/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The front of the invitation was black with big red lips angled across the front. In bright red letters that were supposed to look like dripping blood it said, “Let’s celebrate a 50th anniversary Rocky Halloween.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had just started a new job in a relatively small, family-run business. There were only about a dozen or so employees in the office and another handful who were on the road or worked from home. I was unsure at first about fitting in because everyone, including my boss, Ralph, Jr, was younger than me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shadows</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/shadows/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/shadows/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Every room in the house is lit. There are lights outside shining on the house. Even the trees are wound with lights so there are no shadows. My grandmother is totally nuts about Halloween. And no, I don’t mean that she gets everything decorated and hands out candy to all the mini-extortionists who jubilantly cry out, “Trick or Treat!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She leaves that to me, standing with a small table at the end of the walkway so the little beggars– I so wanted to misspell that– so the little beggars won’t walk onto the property and accidentally cast a shadow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sinners Must Pay The Price</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/sinners-must-pay-the-price/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/sinners-must-pay-the-price/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(phone rings) “Hello, Simpson, Clarke and Walters! This is Christina Walters! How can I help?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hi, Christina, it’s David Randall, I’m glad I caught you before you left for the weekend, sorry it’s so late! My sister and I have been going through some more of great-grandfather’s papers, and we discovered yet another old key that doesn’t seem to fit any of the doors we’ve already tried, so there’s a good chance it will open that locked door in the corner of the basement! Would it be possible for someone to come by for the key?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spider Queen Halloween</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/spider-queen-halloween/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/spider-queen-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="prelude-a-phone-call-between-friends"&gt;Prelude: A phone call between friends&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what are we doing for the Halloween Party?” Phil asked innocently enough. This year Halloween was on a Sunday night and the Halloween party Maggie was hosting was on the Saturday night before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I have plans,” Maggie responded wickedly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I was hoping that you did,” he smiled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Can you be available from say 1pm till Midnight the day of the party?” she asked, knowing full well he’d beg to be involved in her idea.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Witch-bot</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/the-witch-bot/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/the-witch-bot/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-planning-the-perfect-halloween-party"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1. Planning the perfect Halloween party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The October air was crisp and carried the faint scent of decaying leaves and expensive cologne. I stood in the foyer of Oakhaven Manor, running a gloved hand along the sleek, polished shell of maidbot Unit CS64, my robotic servant that I usually call Cassie. My reflection, stared back, a vision of polished domesticity in a designer silk robe, a stark contrast to the slightly unsettling perfection of the maidbot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Well Met</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/well-met/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/well-met/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="the-halloween-dinner"&gt;The Halloween Dinner&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Belle pulled the mail from her box in the lobby, quickly sorting as she walked. There was the usual junk mail, a couple items for her roommate and a jet black envelope addressed to her. She felt a little flip flop in her chest as she read the return address. It was from Rick and Jill.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As she entered the shared apartment Belle dropped the mail on the sideboard. Christina, her roommate would pick out what she wanted and discard the rest. For Belle, it was more important to slip into her bedroom and read the note from the couple who had so wonderfully and mercilessly tied her up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fetish Fifi and the Quest for the Seven Keys</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/fetish-fifi-and-the-quest-for-the-seven-keys/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/fetish-fifi-and-the-quest-for-the-seven-keys/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="the-pitch"&gt;The Pitch&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“How’d you like to attend a “Halloween” Costume Con in San Francisco, my treat?” Maggie texted him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What do you mean by my treat?” Phil asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I make the reservations, register you for the Convention, plan out the meals. You just have to drive down and park,&amp;quot; she answered back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Sounds delightful, when is it?” he replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Last Weekend in October,” was her prompt response.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Checking his calendar he replied back “I can make that work, all I do is drive down and park?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Harvest</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-harvest/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-harvest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was that time of year again. Myself and a few others had been given our annual tasks of going up to the surface, and the land of Mankind, to seek out those that The Boss deemed worthy of becoming His new quota of minions. He did this every one hundred years and at last, tonight on October 31st, it was time to go topside and hunt down no less than fifty human souls, which I and my fellow demons deemed to be unworthy of existing among their fellow humans. We would seek out both men and women who were bullies to their fellows. Persons without whom the world would be a far better place. I had already consigned one man and three women to the eternal fires of Hell and with one hour left until the clocks struck midnight, I was making my way towards my final unsuspecting target.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Hospital Adventure</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-hospital-adventure/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-hospital-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…&amp;ldquo;What do you want to do for Halloween THIS year dear?&amp;rdquo; I asked my significant other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve got nothing, literally not a clue,&amp;rdquo; he responded back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel the same way to be honest, so I can&amp;rsquo;t find fault, I&amp;rsquo;m just not into it at all this year particularly. We simply don&amp;rsquo;t get near the volume of trick-or-treaters like we used to back before covid; there used to be easily a hundred, but last year that number was maybe fifteen total, to include the little ones on our block and their precious costumes though. It was at one time a great way to get reacquainted with the neighbors, just a fun party-like night, but if last year was any sign of the times we knew it would be all over shortly after dusk, and we&amp;rsquo;d be left with far too much extra candy in the house…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Magic</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-magic/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-magic/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“…Tell me everything,&amp;quot; I commanded my present boyfriend. He came home perhaps a little later than I had anticipated, likely telling me he had a far better time than he might like to admit to, or at the very least a more exciting one. This one actually had potential, unlike the last very serious boyfriend who actually thought he could somehow &amp;ldquo;own&amp;rdquo; me; nobody owns me! Finding the limits of that potential had a certain element of risk though, but I was willing to allow him to assume that risk to see if he was truly my version of &amp;ldquo;trainable,&amp;rdquo; and therefore by extension &amp;ldquo;keepable&amp;rdquo; in the long term, as in ‘potential husband material’. I know this might sound harsh, but I finally knew what I wanted in a life partner now, and this man had many of those hard to find attributes. I personally brought a lot to the table myself - all humility aside - but I also expected a lot, as in a high degree of loyalty, and open mindedness to what could become a very non-traditional union a few years down the proverbial road.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Invitation to the Party</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/invitation-to-the-party/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/invitation-to-the-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sid is a good friend of mine from days long past. He has fallen on hard times. A lot of the men… and women… who have been the places we have been and done the things which we have done, have been overwhelmed by what has been burned into their memory once they try to “return to society.” Many, like Sid, try to drown the memories of what they saw… or did. When that didn’t work, he fell totally apart… booze, broads, drugs, everything, until he ran out of money and then did whatever it took to get another bottle or another fix. Sid became a homeless bum. But he was there with us. So he is still one of us. So we are still there with him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jabba's Palace Party</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/jabbas-palace-party/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/jabbas-palace-party/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="halloween-props"&gt;Halloween Props&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phil’s friend Beverly texted him a week or so before Halloween “You’ll never believe it!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Believe what?” he asked back reasonably.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“A friend of a friend has a contract to decorate for a massive Halloween party for a giant tech company! And I am being asked to help make some of the props!” Phil could sense his friend was excited.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Isn’t this a little short notice?” Phil wondered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Party Guest</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/party-guest/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/party-guest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;John has the best Halloween parties ever. I attended the first one of his parties ten years ago. I’m not on the guest list, never have been, but no one knows that. There are always a lot of party crashers at John’s Halloween parties. Part of the thrill of John’s parties is that everyone is totally anonymous. Many years ago such masked parties were quite the rage, but modern costumes and disguises are so much better. In fact, reasonably priced modern latex masks and stage makeup are so good that some guests can arrive, participate in hours of decadent pleasure, and then leave without anyone ever knowing who they are.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perils of Phil</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/perils-of-phil/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/perils-of-phil/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="prelude"&gt;Prelude&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what are we doing for Halloween?” he asked innocently enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I have plans,” she responded wickedly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I was hoping that you did,” he smiled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Can you be available from say six till 10ish that day?” knowing full well he’d beg to be involved in her idea.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He answered quickly, “Of course, whatever you need me to do.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Whatever?” she purred.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes ma’am, whatever.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Just remember you said that.” He could hear her chuckling “I’ll be providing your costume, wear some skimpy undies.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Copper Lady</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/the-copper-lady/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/the-copper-lady/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Belinda Barnotti, known to her friends as BB, stood at the entrance to the Witch Hill Nunnery Museum silently debating with herself. She was almost a Doctor of Anthropology. All that was left for her to gain her PhD was to complete her thesis. Then she had to make a name for herself by turning that thesis into a book. That would make her a well-known anthropologist. Well-known anthropologists get teaching jobs in prestigious universities. Unknown anthropologists end up in the basement of a museum cataloging things that no one will ever see.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Devil's Course</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/the-devils-course/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/the-devils-course/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You are in a forest. It is night. The place is oddly familiar but you are confused by the darkness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your arms are bound behind you and, when you look down, you see that you are naked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know that you are being hunted and when you hear the baying of the hounds and shrill wail of horns you begin to run.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The loam of the forest floor is soft and cushions your bare feet but you quickly realise it also saps the strength from your legs, hampering your progress, slowing you and fuelling your fear. Oddly, the fact that you are bound is comforting. Your lover enjoys binding you and you enjoy it when she restrains you. She is a skilled lover and when she teases you while bound, her cool fingers caressing your bare skin, tracing down between your breasts and across your belly, your body burns with desire long before the those slender fingers find their way between your thighs to stroke your eager sex and push your body to a pleasure that sometimes makes you scream.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Karodang House</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/the-karodang-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/the-karodang-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Karodang house has been on the side of the hill… forever. There are some old frontier pictures of great-great-great-grandma’s sod house from when they first settled their farm and the old stone house is in the background sticking out of “Granite Hill” as the locals call it. Some people from the state university came down and dug around a little both inside and outside of Karodang. Their only conclusion was, “It’s old.” They also said, “Maybe it was used as a hunting shelter.” But they couldn’t find any evidence of anyone having actually lived there. There were no fire pits or pieces of pottery or arrowheads or anything like that to indicate it was used as a dwelling. “Maybe it was supposed to be a tomb,” one of them said as they gathered up their things to leave. He added just before he left, “That word carved into the stone above the door is Kerudung. It’s an Indonesian word for mirror or something like that, but it’s written in what appears to be a variation of an old Indonesian alphabet. I wonder how that language got way the hell over here. I wonder even more how people around here knew to call this… whatever it is… something so close to that.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Secret of the Maidbot Factory</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/the-secret-of-the-maidbot-factory/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/the-secret-of-the-maidbot-factory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Melissa, you&amp;rsquo;re going to be late!&amp;rdquo; her mother called out from the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting into the hallway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Almost ready, Mom!&amp;rdquo; Melissa shouted back, tying the final knot in her black and purple costume. She had spent weeks planning her Halloween outfit, eager to outdo her classmates with a truly authentic witch ensemble. The tall, pointed hat sat slightly askew on her head, but she figured that only added to the charm. Grabbing her broom from the corner of her room, she gave it a playful swish before rushing downstairs.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Witch's Vibes</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/witchs-vibes/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/witchs-vibes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witch’s Vibes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valentina Banesman let out a moan as the bells of the front door jingled. Her assistant was between her legs licking her pussy. She was nearing an orgasm as the interruption happened. It was disappointing as she was actually enjoying her assistant’s ritual that turned her tongue into a fleshy vibrator while reaping the benefits of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valentina Banesman was only her current identity. She had been cursed by a rival witch who was a scorned lover once upon a time. Her curse had been quite nasty and took her years to counteract parts of it so she could be back in society unnoticed. The last part of the curse has left her immortal, but she was no longer an ugly, plague-infested hag. She had found a way to change her appearance to whatever she preferred these days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/11/19/leon-city-side-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/19/leon-city-side-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-chloe-in-the-woods"&gt;Part 1 Chloe in the Woods&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a pitch black night and a rusty pickup truck pulled into the remote parking lot, next to the cursed forest. The truck stopped and the hum of the engine died away as Chloe turned the key. She looked at the forest road, illuminated by her headlights and she licked her lips. Ever since she had spent that fun-filled day at C&amp;amp;T with her friends, her body had been craving more. She wanted to know what else was behind the walls of the fetish company, and she couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait until the next event, if there even was one. She turned off the headlights of her car and got out. Her body was covered in a spandex catsuit, and she hoped to discover the wonders of the company in secret that way. She thought briefly of her friend Ifry, the restaurant owner who had advised her against going the thief&amp;rsquo;s way all those years ago. Yet Chloe was not here to steal. But why not use her talents to satisfy her curiosity? Chloe closed the door of her car and walked to the forest path. The soles of her black sneakers barely made a sound on the asphalt of the parking lot, and Chloe hoped Ifry could forgive her for this little sin. Chloe turned on her cell phone flashlight and illuminated the path.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Costume Mistake</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/costume-mistake/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/costume-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Fetish prisoner! That’s what Lisa had screamed when she had decided what she wanted to be for Halloween one evening. Both her roommates laughed knowing for her it wasn’t much of a costume. Lisa always dressed &lt;em&gt;slutty,&lt;/em&gt; they had teased her in the past, both wishing they could pull off the sexy looks she wore. Both June and Heather had caught Lisa in self-bondage with both of them keeping her bound after making sure she couldn’t free herself for hours longer than she had planned. Lisa had loved the mistreatment she had received and the fact that now she didn’t have to worry about what would happen if she was caught again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/ghost-riders-in-the-halloween-sky/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/ghost-riders-in-the-halloween-sky/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Delia’s parents were rich… more than comfortably rich. They were rich, rich. And she grew up with all of the wealth and privilege that goes along with that status, including legacy membership to one of the most sought-after sororities at Arizona State. And more important to this story, she had almost unlimited access to her parents’ luxury cabin at Lake Havasu on the Arizona-California border.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Most people who stay for a weekend at one of these cabins are paying a high AirBnB rental that most of us could never afford. For Delia, however, it was merely a matter of making sure her parents or one of their important clients wasn’t using the cabin that weekend. Her parents rarely went to the lake anymore, and since her dad retired, there were very few clients who needed that favor to clinch a big deal. The one payment, if you want to call it that, which her parents required was that she close down the cabin at the end of the season.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ghosts of Burkittsville</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/ghosts-of-burkittsville/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/ghosts-of-burkittsville/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;-Burkittsville&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You mean the Blair Witch is supposed to be in this small town?” Bradly asked his girlfriend Stacey.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“There is no Blair Witch, Brad. It was only a movie but they used the name of the town. I just thought it would be neat to come to Burkittsville on Halloween, kind of a ghost story trip.” Cassie answered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, if there ain’t no Blair Witch, why are we driving past this creepy old mansion to get to a cemetery at midnight on Halloween? What’s supposed to happen?” Jenny’s boyfriend Tyler asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Display</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/halloween-display/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/halloween-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween had turned into our favorite time of year, each year our costumes became more complex with ever more stringent bondage themes, well— more stringent for me. I loved when he got an idea even though I knew it would entail me being bound and gagged while he led me around to the clubs and around our neighborhood. Last year I had finally asked about being a mummy, one of my all-time favorite restraints is being wrapped exceptionally tight and left to struggle for air and freedom while teased or tormented into hopefully several orgasms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid Partitioned</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/maid-partitioned/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/maid-partitioned/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After several years of trying in vain, April was finally going to the annual Halloween ball at the Fielding Estate, out in the trendy western suburbs. It would be the party of the season! To be honest, it wasn’t really her that had been invited. It was her new boyfriend, Gabe. He was a very eligible bachelor in their town, and a regular with the ‘In-crowd’. As Gabe’s ‘plus one’, she planned to make this her party, and in the process, use her perfect costume to cement her position as Gabe’s favorite girl. She was so excited! She’d finally get to stick it to the upper crust of this town, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; get the man of her dreams!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perspective</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/perspective/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/perspective/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait… Why are you looking at me like that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What could I answer? We were in the women&amp;rsquo;s locker room after our cheerleader practice, and our top girl took off her top, which allowed me to see her naked chest. Perhaps I was too foolish and thought she would not notice my stare because I was also a pretty girl like her, but that wasn&amp;rsquo;t the case. She saw right through me and realized that my eyes were not just randomly looking at things; I desired her. She was right; I wanted more than just to admire her, but if she did not want the same, all she had to do was to laugh it out and say she wasn&amp;rsquo;t interested.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Supergirl</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/supergirl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/supergirl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She had insisted so much that I just had to say yes to her little game. I was in this lesbian relationship with Chloe for about two years, and if there was one thing I knew about her, it was that she was a massive Supergirl fan. Not only that, I had to accept that she loved a fictional character more than me. Sure, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t completely delusional and knew Supergirl wasn&amp;rsquo;t real, but she very easily allowed herself to forget that fact.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Green Lady</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/the-green-lady/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/the-green-lady/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Loretta walked slowly down the hallway of the old mansion. The Halloween party was a fundraiser for the historical group which was trying to restore the place. They also rented out some of the restored bedrooms as a B &amp;amp; B during tourist season, but this annual adults-only party was their big money-maker for the year. In one night it brought in almost as much money as the rest of their fundraisers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Touching Halloween Game</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/a-touching-halloween-game/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/a-touching-halloween-game/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;This seems like a weird set-up.&amp;rdquo; I mused.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Said setup being a hollow wooden table with a ramp allowing my thighs and mound and tits to rest above the table. The top of the table had holes for them and the underside had foam in the shape of a body, I judged it&amp;rsquo;d press me rather tightly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;ll all make sense after it&amp;rsquo;s finished, strip and get in.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mysterious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is he trying to scare me because it&amp;rsquo;s Halloween?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Do You Mind</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/do-you-mind/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/do-you-mind/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What the fuck am I doing? Trick-or-Treating? I’m eighteen for fuck’s sake. A sexy college girl on her way to some party in a slutty little Tinkerbell costume passes me on the street. Oh yeah, that’s why. Smiling dumbly, I knock on the next door. Not closed all the way it swings open. My pillowcase hits the floor. My jaw nearly follows.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen are framed perfectly in the doorway. A busty blond in only white lacy lingerie is kneeling on the couch, praying, I think. On her back are fluffy angel wings. Kneeling on the floor before her is the sexiest Latina I have ever seen. Her ass is massive and barely covered by the red thong she’s wearing. The attached demon tail does little to cover her. She’s clutching a toy pitchfork in one hand and has a little devil horns headband on. She must feel the breeze, ‘cause she turns and looks at me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hallowed Eve</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/hallowed-eve/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/hallowed-eve/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sean walked into the house to the smell of pumpkin spice something-or-other and sighed. His sister Jessica, a senior this year, was sitting at the kitchen table among a spray of books, eating a cookie. She looked up at him and said “What” spraying cookie crumbs at him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He looked at her tiredly and said “OK, I get it that Halloween is a big thing to you bunch of witches…” A squeal from the other room cut him off “Who are you calling a witch?” His little sister Megan stomped into the kitchen, her face its usual mask of displeasure at the sight of him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>High School Haunted House</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/high-school-haunted-house/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/high-school-haunted-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Beth followed Ashley through the hallway to the school gymnasium, where Marcus and some of the other seniors were working on their project for the annual Halloween Haunt House. Beth asked, &amp;ldquo;So, what are Marcus and the others working on in there anyway?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was Marcus&amp;rsquo;s idea,&amp;rdquo; Ashley replied. &amp;ldquo;They&amp;rsquo;re doing a spooky Egyptian Tomb complete with mummies and stuff. Marcus said the concept was that it&amp;rsquo;s the resting place of an ancient Pharaoh and his concubines.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Horse-O-Ween</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/horse-o-ween/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/horse-o-ween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Honey, we need to talk.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The words sent ice down my spine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Go ahead.&amp;rdquo; I said feeling like I was facing the firing squad wondering what I did wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Remember last year&amp;rsquo;s Halloween?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I remember it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know you do, you still have the pictures don&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes I saved a few.&amp;rdquo; Hundred.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So I&amp;rsquo;ve kept my end of the deal, I was the honey bun hair slave to your star warrior-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kiss of the Dragon</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/kiss-of-the-dragon/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/kiss-of-the-dragon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It happened on Dark Night, as all such extremely magical things must. It was a long time ago… long before the invaders came from England… long before the invaders came from the north… even before the invaders with their iron weapons and shields that locked together to form the shell of a turtle came from the south and conquered Britain before invading the green isle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the invaders with their turtle shells who took the practices of Dark Night back to their homeland. But the calendars of Rome and the calendars of the green isle were not the same. And the Romans didn’t recognize the purpose or power of Dark Night. So they lit their fires and celebrated with dance and revelry on the last day of their harvest month. But those who remember still light their fires on the first dark of the moon following the day when the sun stops its march across the heavens and begins to return to shine with warmth upon the green isle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Devil in the Mirror</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-devil-in-the-mirror/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-devil-in-the-mirror/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Put it there! Yes… There… Wait… Maybe over there…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Miss… If you don&amp;rsquo;t make up your mind, our arms will fall off… Sooo…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah, yes… Sorry. Right there is fine.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The two oversized delivery men finally placed the antique makeup vanity on the floor. There was not a chance in the world that I could move this piece of furniture made of solid wood on my own, so I understood that it would be its final resting place.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House: A Night to Remember</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-gingerbread-house-a-night-to-remember/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-gingerbread-house-a-night-to-remember/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A television played in the background, illuminating the almost spartan living room with flickering splashes of color against the shadows. Some generic, by the numbers film was showing, the sound turned down to almost nothing, but she wasn’t really paying any attention to that. No, what Morgan Nahas was really paying attention to was the forms of her lovers curled up with her on the couch who were definitely far more interesting than anything she had ever seen on TV. It was late and she was dressed simply in little more than a pair of loose shorts and a tank top that hung rather unflatteringly from her lanky frame, a comfortable contrast to the more formal clothes she habitually wore to the office, bare feet curled into the carpet and very much glad to be free the of high heels she generally preferred. While she very much &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; the way heels made her already long legs look, there were days in which it almost wasn’t worth it. Almost. In sharp contrast even to her almost casual appearance Alexis was completely naked, her bronzed skin and extensive tattoos on full display while a monoglove of polished black leather trapped her arms snugly behind her back and a large red ball gag filled her mouth, making her already full lips stand out even more as she lay casually on the couch, head perched in her mistress’s lap. It was a thrilling vision but even that paled in comparison to Zoe who, though technically wearing more, somehow cut an even more tantalizing figure. The artist half sat, half knelt on the cushions, lifting herself up just enough to rest her head on Morgan’s shoulder. She was not gagged, which was a pity because the brunette wore a gag better than almost anyone else she had ever met, but coils of rope circled her body, weaving around her torso and between her legs in an intricate web of knots while a snug harness of those same ropes embraced her full, firm breasts and pinned her arms behind her back in an inescapable box tie. Still, she was not naked. Rather, a bra of intricately woven black lace struggled mightily to contain her ample assets while a matching thong hugging her hips left virtually nothing to the imagination. Not that Morgan was complaining, not in the slightest.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The House of the Spider</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Evocative, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I only have the first few lines.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kristen Simms nodded. She was a grad student specializing in Arachnology, the study of spiders, and aside from the occasional digression into the study of insects, her interests didn’t extend beyond her own field. But she had a very specific reason for investigating the colonial folklore that Professor Bothal specialized in. A reason that she would rather the professor not know.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Party Bus</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-party-bus/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-party-bus/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Darin groggily lifted his head and looked around him. “Whoa!” he said loudly. “I must have really gotten wasted at that Halloween party.” He quickly checked to make sure that his costume, a large cloth leaf, was still in place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He then lifted his head and looked at the black and orange crepe paper hanging in big loops from the ceiling of the dimly-lit bus and at all of the other costumed riders. He didn’t remember getting on this bus. The last thing that he remembered was sneaking out onto the balcony at Astra’s party with Karina for a little moonlight sex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Blood Bank</title><link>/stories/2021/12/18/blood-bank/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/18/blood-bank/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="preparations"&gt;Preparations&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The college dorm was quiet, Sam and his rugby mates had run out of ideas. It was only a few days until the Halloween party, and they had the job this year of setting it up. The drinks were mixed, the venue booked, the problem was picking a theme. Every year tended to be the same generic look, tacky decorations hanging from every wall, things hidden behind doorways. It was boring, for their final year it needed to be a party to remember. The parties that truly stood out were the ones the football team arranged, they went all out to get people into character, the last one had groups of zombies breaking into the building, the drama students taking their roles seriously. Running through the college hallways half terrified and half drunk was something you didn’t forget. Their only mistake was choosing the college, so many things were broken to try and escape or set up barricades. Not to mention how many sports teams decided to fight. When someone had to be taken to hospital, the college came down hard. Despite that no one had managed to tip it since.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Just for Decoration</title><link>/stories/2021/12/16/just-for-decoration/</link><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/16/just-for-decoration/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The porch light flicked off. The lady of the house blew out the candle in the jack o’ lantern. She stretched theatrically, making sure her pronounced breasts were visible poking out of the tiny nightie she wore that night. It was old and barely fit her. It didn’t even try to cover her ass. She smiled, knowing she had shoved it up into the air proudly when she took care of the pumpkin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Husband to the Fay - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2019/10/26/husband-to-the-fay-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/26/husband-to-the-fay-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween, Humor, Magic, Fairy Mound, Fairies, Celtic, Dark Night&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Leprechaun writes a letter to Prudence, a sex advice columnist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the story the Pixies brought me this year. I knew it would be in the humor category because they were all giggling before they put it in my mind. It is a letter to Prudence, a sex advice columnist. After I wrote it out, I asked the Pixies if it were real and in that annoying unison they use when actually speaking out loud they answered, “As real as we are.” Then they mentally assured me that they had cast a spell on the story so people would not recognize Leprechaun and his wife even if they fit his descriptions exactly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jack O’ Lantern - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2019/10/26/jack-o-lantern-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/26/jack-o-lantern-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween, Mystery, Oral, Succubus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;W investigates a series of small town Halloween kidnappings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This extremely mild tale is almost non-erotic. A good friend of W’s passes on without ever solving The Jack O’Lantern Kidnappings. He leaves his files to W, and W decides to solve the case. This story is not overly-sexual, but very Halloween, and very Celtic myth and legend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Something Within Me - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2019/10/26/something-within-me-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/26/something-within-me-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween, Fantasy, Oral, Anal, Orgy, Male-Female, Female-Female, Male-Male, Ancient Myths&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Philip&amp;rsquo;s flat mates attend a very interesting Halloween Party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philip Westmont has samhainophobia, the fear of Halloween. So he spends Halloween in his bed, cowering in fear while his flat mates go out to a very interesting Halloween Party. They come back the next morning to tell him all about their adventures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Realm of Pleasure - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2019/10/26/the-realm-of-pleasure-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/26/the-realm-of-pleasure-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Fantasy, Oral, Anal, M/F, F/F, M/M, Flogging, Witchcraft, Exhibitionism, Imps,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dabbling with magic on Halloween night can lead to trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young man and his buddies come up with a sure fire way to make a Halloween party extra interesting&amp;hellip; and get their girlfriends naked at the same time. But be careful messing with magic, especially at Halloween. And be very, very careful what you ask for, you just might get it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What's a Girl to Do? - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2019/10/26/whats-a-girl-to-do-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/26/whats-a-girl-to-do-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween, First Time, Group Sex, Male-Female, Female-Female, Daisy Chain, Deep Throat&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A young woman narrates her Halloween Tri-Delta adventure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this story we follow a young woman’s adventures as she crashes the Tri-Delta’s annual Halloween party. She has heard that it would be the greatest fuckfest of the year and is determined to experience it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Deal with a Horny Devil - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/28/deal-with-a-horny-devil-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/28/deal-with-a-horny-devil-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is Stan Satanowski truly a Son of Satan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impersonating a Devil can be dangerous, but it has its rewards. Especially if you are a horny Devil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stan Satanowski stepped out of the state of the art spray tanning booth in his basement. It was a computer-controlled, fully-automatic model and should have cost much more than he could possibly afford, but he had gotten it basically for free.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Newlyweds - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/28/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/28/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two newlyweds meet for a Halloween picnic and a little extra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets– even ghosts– in your family history. And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Relatives from Out of Town - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/28/relatives-from-out-of-town-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/28/relatives-from-out-of-town-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone avoid prophecy given by a girl kissed by the Fey?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the wee folk are playing with me, but this is the story the Pixies gave me for this year’s Halloween specials. It rolls some Celtic traditions in with some other traditions from the old times to present a tale of a witch who isn’t really a witch&amp;hellip; except that she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ghost of Dixie Highway - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/28/the-ghost-of-dixie-highway-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/28/the-ghost-of-dixie-highway-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you pick up a lonely female hitchhiker on Halloween?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samuel Drake has an exciting Halloween night on a lonely highway in central Illinois known as “The Dixie Highway.” There’s sex, danger, and, of course, the supernatural in this relatively mild story– no VERY mild story–  intended for Halloween.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what was the premier truck stop of its day, the Dixie Trucker’s Home, usually referred to as “The Dixie Truck Stop.” This nationally-known truck stop was open 24/7, 365 days of the year. The huge sign with the word “Dixie” emblazoned on what looked like pilot’s wings was visible for miles welcoming you in. Truckers and travelers stopped by at all hours for food for their bodies and fuel for their vehicles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Deal with a Horny Devil - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/deal-with-a-horny-devil-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/deal-with-a-horny-devil-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is Stan Satanowski truly a Son of Satan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impersonating a Devil can be dangerous, but it has its rewards. Especially if you are a horny Devil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stan Satanowski stepped out of the state of the art spray tanning booth in his basement. It was a computer-controlled, fully-automatic model and should have cost much more than he could possibly afford, but he had gotten it basically for free.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Living Halloween Bondage Mummy for Trick or Treaters</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/living-halloween-bondage-mummy-for-trick-or-treaters/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/living-halloween-bondage-mummy-for-trick-or-treaters/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="livinghalloweenmummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="livinghalloweenmummy" loading="lazy" src="livinghalloweenmummy_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had never been so filled with anticipation for Halloween night as this one. For tonight I would actually be part of my girlfriend&amp;rsquo;s decoration for the trick-or-treaters, her hanging mummy playing out a fantasy being on display in skintight clothing and bondage. And how lucky I was to have a girlfriend who was so willing to help me experience this out at least this once. It would not be the first time she would put me in this form of constraint. We had played it out and experimented numerous times. But as she began decorating her porch for the night of trick-or-treaters with black light and glowing figures, I asked her what she thought of how the white bandages of a hanging mummy would glow and maybe even frighten a few of the older guests by unexpected movement. So with a little rigging of a hook to support my weight safely and the acquisition of plenty of white roller gauze for bandages added to the rest of our toys, we were ready.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Newlyweds - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two newlyweds meet for a Halloween picnic and a little extra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets– even ghosts– in your family history. And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Relatives from Out of Town - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/relatives-from-out-of-town-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/relatives-from-out-of-town-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone avoid prophecy given by a girl kissed by the Fey?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the wee folk are playing with me, but this is the story the Pixies gave me for this year’s Halloween specials. It rolls some Celtic traditions in with some other traditions from the old times to present a tale of a witch who isn’t really a witch&amp;hellip; except that she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Should Have Looked Up</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/should-have-looked-up/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/should-have-looked-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sophie slammed the door shut, giving the tyre a kick too for good measure. Of all the days to break down, things were hardly going her way today. First the Halloween activity day she’d been roped into helping out at, had been so poorly supported that she’d been bored silly manning some of the stalls. Then while trying to avoid being seen in the unflattering jumpers they had to wear, she’d hidden in a small cupboard, only to find herself an unwilling victim of a water dunking game. The guy she had hidden from, the one she was so infatuated with had then taken his turn in line to throw the balls at the target.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Space Force</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/space-force/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/space-force/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The late evening gloom that hung over the empty parking lot was swept away by the glare of headlamps and blare of music as the white minivan careened across the empty expanse and parked at a side door of the darkened factory. Gears ground and lights dimmed as the seven members of the Phi Lambda sorority tipsily stumbled out of the vehicle. Each was dressed identically in Phi Lambda tee shirts and denim short shorts, and all sported shaven heads.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ghost of Dixie Highway - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/the-ghost-of-dixie-highway-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/the-ghost-of-dixie-highway-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you pick up a lonely female hitchhiker on Halloween?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samuel Drake has an exciting Halloween night on a lonely highway in central Illinois known as “The Dixie Highway.” There’s sex, danger, and, of course, the supernatural in this relatively mild story– no VERY mild story–  intended for Halloween.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what was the premier truck stop of its day, the Dixie Trucker’s Home, usually referred to as “The Dixie Truck Stop.” This nationally-known truck stop was open 24/7, 365 days of the year. The huge sign with the word “Dixie” emblazoned on what looked like pilot’s wings was visible for miles welcoming you in. Truckers and travelers stopped by at all hours for food for their bodies and fuel for their vehicles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Primal Hunger</title><link>/stories/2018/08/11/primal-hunger/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/11/primal-hunger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max was wide awake the very moment that he opened his eyes. He immediately leapt out of bed and rushed to wash up and brush his teeth. Most of the time this wouldn’t have been normal behavior for the high school student. Typically he would roll over, pulling the bedspread over his head, and resist getting up until his mother started nagging him to get out of bed. However, this was the morning of October 31st and, over the past few years, he’d been noticing changes in himself as Halloween, or Samhain, approached. The first year he’d noticed it, it wasn’t anything more than an increased altertness, even antsiness. He wasn’t able to figure out the reason for the feelings of agitation. However, they subsided fairly rapidly after Halloween was over and his memory of them faded. But they came back again the following Halloween, and they were stronger than the first year. He also became aware of sharper sensory perception, particularly the sense of smell. Once again, though, he quickly forgot about them after the holiday had passed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lady Fortunato</title><link>/stories/2017/10/30/lady-fortunato/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/30/lady-fortunato/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Marion told her boyfriend Kevin as he led her by the hand through the frat house that was still being decorated for tonight’s open Haunted House. Every year on Halloween, his fraternity used the Haunted House to raise money and it was always the most popular one on campus. Having their scantily clad sister sorority members scattered around the house in different scary predicament scenes helped tremendously.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bride</title><link>/stories/2017/10/30/the-bride/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/30/the-bride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anne glanced around the redecorated man cave that was the frat house’s attic hangout room. For the Halloween Haunted House, the guys had actually cleaned up and decorated it and she could see the effort they had put into tonight. There were a few hours before the doors opened for tonight’s festivities. Henry was still talking with Brad about what they planned on doing to her tonight for the scene she had agreed to participate in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Costumes</title><link>/stories/2016/02/07/the-costumes/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/02/07/the-costumes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey dweeb!  You&amp;rsquo;ve got customers, so get your skinny ass out here!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emerging from the back room of his small shop, Raymond watched as his newest customers approached.  So far, his dealings with this small group hadn&amp;rsquo;t been pleasant, and he saw no reason to expect this time to be any different.  Solemnly he gazed at each member of the approaching group.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Doug, the leader, was tall, muscular, almost too handsome for his own good.  Combining the body of a lumberjack with all the finesse of a crazed bull in a china shop, he delighted in tormenting anyone smaller than himself.  Which, to be honest, was pretty much everyone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Robot Costume</title><link>/stories/2014/11/06/robot-costume/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/06/robot-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The two things that have fascinated Jim since he was young were robots and bondage. Jim always liked to be on the losing team of cops and robbers and always wanted to be the robots he saw in the movies. It was more the robots that drove him to be an engineer in hope to be able to build a real one but as he learned about his trade the more he began to apply his skills towards bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Brandy's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/brandys-revenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/brandys-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Usually, Brandy found Matt&amp;rsquo;s snore annoying. Today, however, the sound pleased her to no end. It meant the knockout drops she&amp;rsquo;d put into his soda had worked. For a moment, she simply gazed at his sleeping face. But time was wasting, and she had a lot to do to get him ready.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know,&amp;rdquo; she said, pulling Matt from the couch and stretching him out on the floor, &amp;ldquo;this is all your fault, and I intend to remind you of that fact later.&amp;rdquo; Carefully, she removed his clothing before rushing into the bedroom and returning with a rather large bag. &amp;ldquo;After all, you did start this.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danny Boy</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/danny-boy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/danny-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Leprechaun&amp;rsquo;s Tale of Ancient Victory over The Four Sisters - This is more whimsical and humorous than it is erotic. But then humor is always erotic. “He makes me laugh,” is one of the most often given reasons for a woman to love an otherwise unattractive, unlovable man. The story does contain descriptions / reference to normal sex, oral, anal, and masturbation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was very late at night– or very early in the morning depending on your point of view. I am always up sometime during the night. I think I inherited that from my father. In any case, it was a little after 2:00 am and I was sitting at my computer reading through stories that I planned to enter in this year’s Halloween Story contests.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Eternal Devotion</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/eternal-devotion/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/eternal-devotion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“That fucking bitch,”  Erin mumbled again as she drunkenly leaned on her friend Paige. “Fuck.. break up with me? Fuck’n I’LL breakup.. with.. and her stupid face.. I don’t fuck’n..” she slurred together as Paige helped her into her house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ok drunky girl.. so there’s a garbage can beside you if you feel sick, just try to stay on your side ok?” Erin said as she started tucking her into bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Guide</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/the-guide/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/the-guide/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A TV show host discovers the truth about &amp;ldquo;The Guide.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Edwina Barrington looked directly into the camera as the theme music slowly faded away and intoned, “Tonight’s episode of Paranormal Investigators is very special to me for several reasons. First of all, it is Halloween night, and that makes any paranormal investigation special. But secondly and much more importantly for me, this is the site and the phenomenon that began it all for me. This is where I first became interested in the paranormal. We are in my home town, and tonight we shall investigate ‘The Guide.’”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Defiled One</title><link>/stories/2013/10/30/the-defiled-one/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/30/the-defiled-one/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2013 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
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Just a typical Halloween night in the psych ward, except that a dead man shows up as a beautiful nymphomaniac.
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It isn&amp;rsquo;t that I hate Halloween, Mary, and no, I don&amp;rsquo;t have a wife or family that I have to be with or kids to take Trick-or-Treating. It&amp;rsquo;s just that I totally and absolutely hate being on duty at a state psychiatric facility on Halloween. That&amp;rsquo;s why at the very beginning of every year I put in for a week of vacation from October 28th through November 2nd. You approve it every year, including this year. I do that because I do not want to be here nor do I have any desire to be on call at all this week.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sinister Story of the Haunted Costume</title><link>/stories/2013/10/30/the-sinister-story-of-the-haunted-costume/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/30/the-sinister-story-of-the-haunted-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2013 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story is dedicated to the people who asked me to continue last year’s “&lt;a href="../storiesad/curiouscasehauntedcostume.html"&gt;Curious Case of the Haunted Costume&lt;/a&gt;” – without them I probably wouldn’t have written this. You can probably enjoy this just fine without reading last year’s story, but I’m sure Gromet will put a helpful link right &lt;a href="../storiesad/curiouscasehauntedcostume.html" title="The Curious Case of the Haunted Costume - Halloween 2012"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so you can read the old one first if you want.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wrapped for Eternity</title><link>/stories/2013/10/30/wrapped-for-eternity/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/30/wrapped-for-eternity/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2013 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Watch the balls!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“If you insist! I LOVE watching your balls. I love watching every part of you.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Dammit Billy! Why do you have to wrap every single part? I can’t go out like that anyway.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But it feels nice doesn’t it? I did my own the same way. Under that bulge my cock’s rammed into a nice tight tube. Every time I breathe it works it’s way in and out. Craaazy!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Femmi Weed Too</title><link>/stories/2013/08/25/femmi-weed-too/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/25/femmi-weed-too/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="femmiweed.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femmi Weed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Original Femmiweed Story &lt;a href="femmiweed.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stood in line at the grocery store with some much needed things for my empty fridge, and as I waited I looked at the tabloids and their outlandish cover pictures. The best one had a rather ordinary looking college aged boy, and next to him was a voluptuous young woman that kind of reminded me of the secretary that caught my husband&amp;rsquo;s eye last year. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame her too much for stealing my charming man, and for him I eventually felt pity, but after my seething rage cooled.
While she was every man&amp;rsquo;s dream, she WAS every other man&amp;rsquo;s dream as well, and I just knew one would steal her away from my former husband when his cash ran out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Doll House</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/doll-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/doll-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you doing!? Stop it! Stop it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The pregnant woman rubbed her belly in that absent-minded way expecting mothers do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m going to fulfill my ancestor&amp;rsquo;s legacy, thanks to you, professor - and the girl.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girl lay naked on a wooded table. A large, glass jar, kind of an inverted tub, enclosed her. The room was straight out of Dr. Jeckyll&amp;rsquo;s laboratory with shelves of oddly-shaped jars full of strange-looking content. A flame flickered beneath a beaker. Bubbles rose through a spiral tube, green liquid dripped into a flask. There were no windows. The only sign of modernity was the fluorescent lamp hanging overhead. The professor, sensibly dressed in slacks and a pale green, fluffy sweater was fastened to the heavy wooden chair. A thick leather strap encircled her throat, another her chest, a third her waist. More straps secured her wrists and ankles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ghosts and Mummies and Beer</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/ghosts-and-mummies-and-beer/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/ghosts-and-mummies-and-beer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s not like we haven&amp;rsquo;t seen each other naked before. But it&amp;rsquo;s always been incidental. Like when we&amp;rsquo;re in a dressing room at a store. Even when we went to the clothing-optional beach Jackie chickened out. And it was her idea to go!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay, so there was a time, well twice really, back in school. We were in our pot phase and we were stoned and we decided to go skinny dipping in the school pool. Jack was a cheerleader (So was Jackie. That&amp;rsquo;s how they met.) and he spent more time in the gym than most of the jocks and he told us that even though the door was locked, all it would take was a twist and a pull and the door would pop open and it did. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember much except our giggling echoing off the walls made us giggle even more.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Mermaid</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/halloween-mermaid/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/halloween-mermaid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What better way to celebrate Halloween than at a pirate-themed party on an island that was rumored to be haunted?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was the theory. Claire’s problems began when she went to pick out a costume.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The guys had it easy. There were lots of pirate costumes available. They could get anything from a historic pirate outfit to a Captain Jack Sparrow costume.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were a lot of pirate costumes available for girls, too but they were all “sexy pirate”. “Captain Hooker” was more like it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Happy Dolloween</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/happy-dolloween/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/happy-dolloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Denise pulled open the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Trick or treat!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Whoa! Look at you! A princess, a cowboy, and what are you little boy?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m a girl and I&amp;rsquo;m Super Zit with awesome and disgusting powers! Squeeze me. I dare ya.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh, I&amp;rsquo;ll pass.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Denise handed out the candy just as Lisa walked up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;God, I miss Halloween. All the dress-up, all the fun.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Leese, we work for Anderson, remember?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Merit Badge</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/merit-badge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/merit-badge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Authors note: Non-erotic Ghost story with a twist. This one is TOTALLY non-erotic.
If you are looking for erotic, just skip this one.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I was just supposed to be the assistant to the scout master, that’s all.  I was never a boy scout.  My idea of roughing it on vacation is a three-star hotel without an indoor pool.  But Tim said, “Dad, we have to have two adult leaders at all of our events. That’s the national scout rules.  All you have to do is tag along and stay out of Mr. Thompson’s way.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Curious Case of the Haunted Costume</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/the-curious-case-of-the-haunted-costume/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/the-curious-case-of-the-haunted-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aneka was determined to really shine with her Halloween costume this year. Jessica and Mandy always put her in the shade with their attention grabbing outfits but not this time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She’d been on the lookout for a sexy costume and she’d spent hours staring at the sites that sold rubber clothing online, searching for just the right look. She had no problem finding it but not at a price she could afford. Everything was expensive and after adding the cost of postage from Europe the lovely shiny latex designs would be way out of her reach.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Perfect Party Costumes</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/the-perfect-party-costumes/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/the-perfect-party-costumes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“You guys are gonna love this.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kyle glanced at his friend doubtfully. He was a great teammate, but his ideas sometimes caused more than a little trouble. Shrugging, he decided to go along, at least till he saw what he was in for.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As usual, the three friends drew quite a bit of interest, which Kyle had learned to accept as a matter of course. Together, they’d become known in this small university town as Triple K. Kyle, Kurt, and Karl. Quarterback, halfback and wide receiver, respectively, and the main reason their small school seemed destined to make the playoffs this year. Which, in this town, made them celebrities of no small order.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trick Or Treat</title><link>/stories/2012/10/30/trick-or-treat/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/30/trick-or-treat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2012 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;October 31st, 2009, Halloween&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Horsten Torrens-Sloan hurled the letter angrily at the pile of documents that had piled up on his desk. This was the final straw. He’d already known that the once respected merchant bank that managed the majority of his investments had collapsed; his accountant’s letter merely confirmed that they had no assets worth pursuing in the courts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whatever the details, Horsten’s circumstances were now much diminished. His seemingly inexhaustible wealth was gone. He would be able to live, but it would be a miserable, frugal existence and not the luxury that he had known over the last fifty two years. If only he could get rid of the house, he would be much better off in terms of capital and reduced expenses, but that simply wasn’t an option. The house had become a millstone around his neck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Halloween Transformation</title><link>/stories/2009/10/30/a-halloween-transformation/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/10/30/a-halloween-transformation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2009 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sally and her band of friends were bored. They were all aged between sixteen and eighteen. Sally was eighteen on Halloween. There was nothing to do in that part of town at all. The buses stopped early, so they could not even go to see a film. They usually hung around quite bored. Which upset the neighbours as the complete gang of thirty youths was quite intimidating to them. But in reality, Sally and the group meant no harm at all! They just wanted somewhere to meet!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Funhouse</title><link>/stories/2009/10/30/funhouse/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/10/30/funhouse/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2009 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a tired concept, one used in colleges throughout the land. Always short of funds, fraternities were constantly dreaming up ideas to generate revenue. Halloween was a perfect opportunity to part fellow students with their money. Roger had been placed in charge of coming up with an idea for Gamma Alpha Gamma (GAG, get it?) contribution to the spooky holiday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“A Funhouse!” He’d said immediately, followed closely by the groans of his fellow frat brothers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A New Haunt</title><link>/stories/2008/10/31/a-new-haunt/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/31/a-new-haunt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;from the Halloween special 2008&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Happy Halloween!</title><link>/stories/2008/10/31/happy-halloween/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/31/happy-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;How often does Halloween show up on a weekend, perfect for partying? From time to time. And this was one of them. Friday night, and the party scene was hopping. I was hopping too, bars that is. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have much money, so I mostly hung out at the bar, surveying the room, checking out the ladies in their cute, sexy, costumes. And this year it was a jackpot. I&amp;rsquo;d just arrived at a new place I decided to check out, and the place was packed with short skirts, skin tight spandex, fish net tights, you name it, it was here.
Not that I had any intention of hitting on any of them. This place was classy enough to dwarf what little cash I had. I was still waiting for my big break as a teacher at a college or university. In the mean time, I was stumbling from odd job to odder job. They didn&amp;rsquo;t pay very well, but it was enough for a fairly decent, if tiny apartment, gas for my beat up old car, food on the table, and occasionally enough left over for an occasional night out. And this was one of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Halloween Tail</title><link>/stories/2007/10/31/a-halloween-tail/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/31/a-halloween-tail/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Maria could not believe her ears when the dour executor solemnly intoned, “. and in order to inherit your sister&amp;rsquo;s estate you must spend this very Halloween, starting at sundown, in the basement of the main house.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stifling a bittersweet smile Maria became lost momentarily in thought as the rest of her sister&amp;rsquo;s will was read. When he finished, the executor turned to Maria and again asked in the same serious tone, “Do you have any questions, Miss?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Two Ghosts</title><link>/stories/2007/10/31/two-ghosts/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/31/two-ghosts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;from the 2007 Halloween special&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace. All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave. As the two groups drew opposite each other the skeleton and the witch stopped to look at the ghosts. Skye, one of the ghosts, felt a chill, stumbled and had to take a few quick steps to recover.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Living Halloween Bondage Mummy for Trick or Treaters</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/living-halloween-bondage-mummy-for-trick-or-treaters/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/living-halloween-bondage-mummy-for-trick-or-treaters/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;From the 2018 Halloween Special&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="livinghalloweenmummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="livinghalloweenmummy" loading="lazy" src="livinghalloweenmummy_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had never been so filled with anticipation for Halloween night as this one. For tonight I would actually be part of my girlfriend&amp;rsquo;s decoration for the trick-or-treaters, her hanging mummy playing out a fantasy being on display in skintight clothing and bondage. And how lucky I was to have a girlfriend who was so willing to help me experience this out at least this once. It would not be the first time she would put me in this form of constraint. We had played it out and experimented numerous times. But as she began decorating her porch for the night of trick-or-treaters with black light and glowing figures, I asked her what she thought of how the white bandages of a hanging mummy would glow and maybe even frighten a few of the older guests by unexpected movement. So with a little rigging of a hook to support my weight safely and the acquisition of plenty of white roller gauze for bandages added to the rest of our toys, we were ready.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Should Have Looked Up</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/should-have-looked-up/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/should-have-looked-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;From the 2018 Halloween Special&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sophie slammed the door shut, giving the tyre a kick too for good measure. Of all the days to break down, things were hardly going her way today. First the Halloween activity day she’d been roped into helping out at, had been so poorly supported that she’d been bored silly manning some of the stalls. Then while trying to avoid being seen in the unflattering jumpers they had to wear, she’d hidden in a small cupboard, only to find herself an unwilling victim of a water dunking game. The guy she had hidden from, the one she was so infatuated with had then taken his turn in line to throw the balls at the target.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Space Force</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/space-force/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/space-force/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story from the 2018 Halloween Special&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The late evening gloom that hung over the empty parking lot was swept away by the glare of headlamps and blare of music as the white minivan careened across the empty expanse and parked at a side door of the darkened factory. Gears ground and lights dimmed as the seven members of the Phi Lambda sorority tipsily stumbled out of the vehicle. Each was dressed identically in Phi Lambda tee shirts and denim short shorts, and all sported shaven heads.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>