My Chilling Fuck with the Ghost Pianist at Halltyps Manor
Swansea, November 18, 1834. Fog clings to my skin like a lover’s sweat. That damn ring burns in my pocket—Margaret Ivory Hickam, 1803. Proof she’s real. Dead, but real. Her cold hand in mine, that gray dust on my handkerchief. I can’t destroy it. Not yet. Heart pounds. Cock twitches at the memory. Her piano […]
My Forbidden Night with a Ghost in the Scottish Tower
The spiral stairs creak under my feet in the old tower of Caisteal House. Cold granite chills my soles. My sister’s voice fades below. I’m alone up here, in the ghost room. Heart pounds from her bloody tale. Laird’s rage, emasculation, throats slit. Fuck, it stirs something dark. Then, blockage ahead. Her ass, tight in […]