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When Jeannie and her husband buy a house in the country, they can’t wait to fulfill their lifelong dream of opening a bed and breakfast. But as she prepares to launch her new business, she finds herself seduced by a paranormal entity dedicated to delivering sexual pleasures beyond her wildest fantasies. Confused and somewhat afraid, Jeannie is torn between wanting the entity out of her home and craving more orgasmic encounters with her ghost lover.

Warning: Supernatural Seductions (13,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, anal sex in the shower, a thwarted paranormal investigation, and a brief art history lesson.


I was half asleep, and I felt a little tickle on my toes. I was lying on my back, and I opened one of my eyes to see if I could get a glimpse of whether or not this thing was real. But there wasn't anything there, and yet I felt fingers playing in between each of my toes.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, and not worry so much about what was there. I felt my legs being caressed gently. Fingers danced up and down both of my legs at the same time. I was at peace and my whole body tingled. I wanted more of this—a whole lot more.

And boy oh boy, did I get it that night.

I felt my legs gently being pried apart and sensations dancing up and down my inner thighs. I moaned. That's when I heard it again. It was that voice—as plain as day and as surely as I'm talking to you right now—and it said "I want you. I really want you." It was a low, male voice. I shook my head a little bit in disbelief. I could explain away the feelings, just brush them off as my imagination. But hearing this voice again? I couldn't explain that.

The voice slowly repeated its demands: "I. Want. You."

I guess I should've been scared out of my mind at that point, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warm feelings I had. I arched my back and looked at my nipples as they perked up, longing to have someone pinch them, suck them, knead them between horny fingertips. That was my way of saying yes. Whoever you are or whatever you are, I don't care right now. I just want you to take me. I just want you to do to me what you want to do to me.

I sighed and enjoyed the imaginary fingers that slowly caressed my inner thighs. I tilted my head back against my pillow and moaned softly. Then I felt the fingers opening up my pussy lips, exposing me to the still and nippy air in the room. I felt like a Georgia O'Keeffe flower blooming, opening, blossoming in the ecstasy of that exquisite touch. I was wide open for a finger circling the tip of my clit, slowly rubbing me clockwise, and then counterclockwise. I gulped. I couldn't believe what was happening. This was like masturbation on steroids. My vibrators and dildos could do a lot, but they couldn't arouse me quite like this.

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Serena needs to understand why she’s been having erotic dreams about a long-lost ex—a fallen soldier who died years ago. After seeking guidance from a therapist, a friend, and even a psychic, she feels an overpowering need to look for answers at a country bed and breakfast. During her visit, Serena taps into her unresolved feelings and sexual desires, giving her the closure that she desperately needs.

Warning: Supernatural Seductions IV (6,000 words) contains an awkward attempt at anal sex, doggy style on a desk, penetration in a pool, and a healthy dose of psychic skepticism.


I flipped over the picture of the smiling, middle-aged couple, as a gesture of respect to make up for the disrespect I was thick in the middle of. I was bent over his father's desk, afraid that the professor would walk into the office at any minute. Jesse promised me that his father wasn't teaching that day—but that didn't mean he wasn't going to work that day.

As Jesse rammed his cock into my pussy from behind, my tits bounced back and forth against the desk. I wondered if he had done this with other girls. He was so good at it that I didn't give a fuck. I moved my body down a little bit more, placed my cheek on some graded papers, and wondered if the sea of red ink could seep into my skin somehow. Clearly the students weren't doing so well this semester.

Jesse swiveled his hips and entered me deeply, so I could feel every inch of his thick, long shaft. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his throbbing hardness tickling my pussy walls with each hard thrust.

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Although some massage therapists at the local spa give their clients a little something extra from time to time, Claire has always resisted the urge to dance the happy ending hula. That is, until her favorite client triggers a desire in her that she just can’t resist.

Warning: Stroking (6,100 words) contains oral education, sauna sex speak, and oily encounters.


You're beautiful and your body is flawless. I love working on you. I always look forward to our sessions and getting the chance to touch you."

I was almost speechless. Granted, Vincent had flirted with me before—but never during a massage. It almost felt like a sacrilege to get flirty with him while naked on his table. We weren't there for that. But then again, who said the healing arts can't include a little sexual healing? A million ideas passed through my mind.

Luckily, he stopped my train of thought in its tracks before I derailed the conversation with some half-assed response.

"Are you ready to turn over for me so I can get your other side?"

"Sure," I said, as he lifted up the sheet and I rolled over on my back. I hoped Vincent didn't notice my hard nipples poking through the sheet, but when I saw him staring at my tits, it became clear that he saw them—and he liked what he saw.

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Exhibitionists seem to follow Annie wherever she goes, and she loves to watch them—anyone, anytime, anywhere. But when her new neighbor wants her roving eyes on him, she finds that voyeurism is best when it’s a two-way street.

Warning: Watching (5,200 words) contains sensual stargazing, locomotive self-love, and a sexmobile on the street.


After that morning with Richard, it seemed like they were everywhere. There was always a man out in public with the uncontrollable need to come—no matter where he was, no matter how many people were around—and I always happened to be there with a front row seat to the show. For a while, I almost couldn't get away from them. Like the man who sat next to me on a train one day. I was going to the office that morning, reading a book and minding my own business, and every time I looked out of the corner of my eye, he was fidgeting—first wringing his bony fingers together in his lap, then running his hands up and down his slacks over and over. A hard on started to peep through the fabric of his pants, and he began slowly rubbing his hand over his crotch. I tried to keep my nose buried in my book, and keep my cool while I glanced at him periodically. I don't know if he saw me, but if he did, he clearly didn't care. He didn't care if I watched, or if the dozens of commuters around him going to work that morning watched either. His chest started to heave and his hand wandered to his zipper. He unzipped his fly, and maneuvered his underwear so his cock sprang out into the stifling air of the crowded train.

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The jig was up: After living as a struggling artist for over a year, Elle Anderton’s secret—she’s really an heir to the Anderton Oil fortune—is revealed. Though her boyfriend is livid about her lies, he starts to understand why she needed them. But when Elle suggests a series of love tests to prove that Darren isn’t after her billion dollar trust fund, will his understanding have its limits?

Warning: Cruel. (16,600 words) contains name games, tomato titillation, painted pleasures, and threesomes gone wrong. This story is the first installation of The Billionaire Bitch Trilogy.


I didn't say a word. I just moved toward him and locked my lips with his. They were soft, warm, sweet. He lifted up to put his arms around me, but I pushed him back down. I stood up over him, swinging my hips from side to side as I slowly took off my panties and let them fall on top of his face. His cock was hard; it had been for a while. I had no idea that pretending to be a computer desk could be so arousing. Though he'd never come out and say it, I knew that he'd been as turned on as I was during that episode.

I wasted no time positioning my wet pussy over Darren's willing dick. From just one second of having his mushroom tip touch my wetness, I felt an electricity surge throughout my body. He felt it too; he closed his eyes and moaned, waiting for me to enthusiastically ride his cock until he exploded between my thighs.

And I obliged. My pussy was begging for it, so I quickly sunk his cock inside of me, allowing him to fill me up with every throbbing inch. I bounced up and down along his shaft, throwing my head back in wild abandon as he tickled my walls. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, filling me up even more, making me want to scream in painful ecstasy as his cock tore me to pieces. Within a minute, my pussy contracted around him, holding on to him for dear life until it couldn't move anymore.

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Mark has special talents—that’s part of what Maggie loves about him after all—and relishes the opportunity to put them on display in front of an audience. When Donna finally goes to see Mark’s performance, she finds out just what Maggie has been raving about. And by the end of this wild girls’ night out, she’s convinced that she’s just seen the greatest show on earth.

Warning: The Show (5,700 words) contains self-love, anatomical acrobatics, and a human pole dance.


He slid his fingers up and down, making an imaginary trail that matched the pattern of the bulging veins. The trip from top to bottom seemed to take an eternity—partially because he was clearly prolonging his touch, and partially because his fingers really did have a long, long way to go up and down that endless shaft. Maggie told me that Mark was big, but lots of women say their men are big. Lots of men say they're big—only to disappoint you once their boxers hit the floor and you think, is that all of it? But there was no penis marketing puffery going on here. Mark was every bit the monster that was advertised.

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Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) are called in to investigate a haunted bed and breakfast as a favor to a friend. Hope believes the tales of a horny entity pleasuring guests are just a clever publicity stunt, but finds herself pleasantly surprised by the paranormal evidence she well as a chance encounter with a handsome television producer.

Warning: The Sexorcist (6,800 words) contains seance seductions, erotic nighttime visitations, and paranormal pickup lines.


I thought I heard footsteps coming toward me. I sprung up in the bed, and it was him. The muscular stranger that had wandered into my room earlier.

"Hi," I said a little nervously, still half asleep. "I think you have the wrong room again."

He didn't say anything; instead he sat on the bed next to me.

"Is everything all right?"

I admired how his face looked perfect in the moonlight. Up close and personal, he looked divine. And his muscles were out of this world! If it wasn't for his big, strong arms—definitely a weakness of mine—I probably would have screamed or thrown him out of the room or something. But all I could do was stare and smile. I felt almost paralyzed in his presence. It was weird; I never froze like that in front of a man before no matter how attractive I thought he was. I was under his spell, and when he smiled, the influence got even stronger.

I didn't even think about it. I just went for it. I wiggled my body out from under the covers and moved in to kiss him. It happened so fast, I didn't have the chance to talk myself out of it or acknowledge how crazy it was under the circumstances. I just went right in. He didn't resist me. In fact, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, shoving his tongue in my mouth. In that moment, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I knew it had been ages since I'd felt the touch of a man, but this was ridiculous. Dry spells never made me act like that before.

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Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) are lost in the middle of nowhere until Andrew feels an uncontrollable urge to canoodle with a strange, naked woman in a pond. The encounter leads the group to a new client who needs their help breaking a spell that has left her lonely and sexless for years.

Warning: The Bare Witch Project (6,600 words) contains closet coitus, navigation interruptus, and bewitching revenge.


Whatever I felt, he felt it too. He wasted no time pushing me up against the wall, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding his hand inside. He rested his fingers on my panties, and started massaging my already hot clit. I could feel his heart pounding out of his chest in unison with mine. As he worked on me downstairs, I pushed my lips firmly against his, desperately kissing him, mining for his tongue and pressing his chest as close to mine as I could get it.

He slid my panties down and put two fingers inside of me, diligently searching for my G-spot. He found it, in a big way, and by the time I started to feel my pussy practically explode, he replaced his fingers with his hard shaft, and started pumping me wildly against the wall. All the while, we continued devouring each other's lips, as if we were somehow making up for skipping breakfast that day.

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Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) have the opportunity to talk to a high-powered television executive about starring in a reality show. When he takes a special interest in Lauren, will she impress him with her psychic abilities—or does he want something much more carnal from her?

Warning: A Humping in Connecticut (13,000 words) contains naughty negotiations, steamy messages, and reconciliation woes.


I pushed him down on the couch and started kissing him.

He enthusiastically responded, his tongue doing somersaults in my mouth as he diligently tried to unzip. He forcefully moved our bodies until we had traded places and I was flat on my back watching him take off his pants. Then he removed his underwear, which he waved around like a bullfighter provoking its nemesis.

I couldn't help but start laughing. That was one of the stupid annoyances about Ethan that I had come to miss.

"What?" he said as he pulled off my jeans and spread my legs wide open. "I thought you loved my toreador move!"

Before I could answer him, my panties were on top of the heap of clothes next to us, and his mouth was firmly pressed against my pussy, suctioning my juices like some kind of sexual vacuum cleaner.

"I like this move better," I moaned, rubbing my fingers through his hair as he sucked on my clit.

He mumbled something from between my legs, but I couldn't make out what he said. I really didn't care what he said. He slowly ran his tongue up and down my bud, and it felt like she was being woken up from the dead. It had been so long since Ethan and I had been together, I didn't even care that we didn't make it to the bedroom. And I didn't care that the windows were wide open, and anybody walking by on the street could have seen us.

He didn't care either. He licked up and down my slit like a lollipop, lapping up my juices and slurping and moaning between my thighs.

"Lauren, you taste so good," he said. I wiggled my hips so I could feel more of him as he stuck his tongue inside of my pussy walls. He drove his tongue deep in and out of me, not forgetting to massage my clit. My heart raced and moans just fell out of my mouth, some just a whimper, others a roar. I continued stroking his hair, watching his overactive thumb whip my clit into an absolute erotic frenzy.

He inhaled my pussy juices one last time and moved his body upwards, revealing his glorious hard on.

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Coralee never wanted to be a pastor’s wife...and she certainly never wanted the creepy house her husband inherited from his loyal flock. Yet there she was, alone in a passionless marriage, irritated by the constant demands of the church, and uncomfortable in her own life.

Then he showed up. Coralee wasn’t sure where he came from, but she did know he took her to otherworldly heights of sensuality she could never conjure up even in her wildest fantasies. Was he a ghost? A demon? Or the Devil himself? It didn’t make any far as Coralee was concerned, he was the very answer to her prayers.

Warning: On the Other Side of Lust (41,900 words) contains closet connections, lascivious lessons, paranormal pleasures, and amorous awakenings.


It seemed that after a while, it became as tired of me teasing it as I had become of it teasing me. I felt movement on Joseph's side of the bed, and I turned my head to see an indentation in the mattress. That was a first: I had felt it before, but I didn't see that kind of visual evidence of its existence until that moment. It made my arousal spike to new heights.

Next, my hand was pushed away from my private parts, and a heavy weight rested on top of me. My arms were lifted over my head and felt like they were being pinned down against the bed. My legs were pried open wider and I felt a sharp sensation against my breast that seemed like teeth. I gasped with delight, trying to breathe, but the heavy weight on top of me made it difficult. I just watched in amazement as I felt my nipples being licked and bitten by an imaginary force. It was so real, I saw droplets of liquid forming around my nipples, sparkling in the morning sun.

Then it really happened. I couldn't make out what was going on, but I felt a large sensation plunging inside my vagina. I was startled at first, then filled with pleasure and desire. I assumed it was my hunky man's penis because it felt too big to be fingers. But then again, it had been so long since I'd felt anything like that downstairs, it was hard to know for sure.

It started pumping in and out of me. First it was slow and sensual, then it got faster by the moment. The bed shook underneath me. My body shook underneath him. I started to writhe my hips in sync with the motions, but the weight on top of me was too heavy for me to move freely. I felt the palms of my hands slowly being opened and strong fingers interlacing lovingly with mine.

A hot breath warmed up my neck. My body felt like it would explode all over. And then it became more intimate with me.

"Do you like that, Coralee?" I heard it whisper in my ear. I looked around, a little bit alarmed because I never heard it speak before. It had a deep, manly voice that was demanding and yet tender. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I wanted to believe it was real, but on the other hand, I started to go back to thinking this was all just the product of my overactive imagination.

It made sure I didn't think that way. He made sure that I knew he was real. "You're not imagining me, Coralee," it whispered. "I'm real, and I desperately want to make love to you."

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