This is a Horror Story (Ghost story) about a girl in college who breaks up with her boyfriend in public and humiliates him and later when she is told that he is in the hospital, dying, she refuses to go visit him, even when he asks for her to come. Month later she moves into a new apartment on the 13th floor and she starts seeing things and enduring frightening experiences which wrecks havoc in her life.
I was invited to a speedo orgy down in Sydney a few years ago. I couldn't make it but the host was kind enough to send me this description of all the fun I missed out on.
In the frozen wasteland surrounding Frosthaven, a desperate band of adventurers ventures into the treacherous Spectral Dungeon of Chill to retrieve the cursed Frost King’s Crown, a relic that could either save their town or doom it. As they struggle to survive, secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and the true cost of the crown’s power becomes horrifyingly clear. The final battle against the Wraith King forces them to make a harrowing choice that will determine the fate of Frosthaven.
He Had Me Hopping All Night New May 11 All characters in this story are 18+ This story is completely fictional. All acts in this story are fully consensual. This was a story from last month. Some of you might’ve caught it back in April, but I’m posting it for the rest of you
A story about first love, last goodbyes, and everything that still lingers in between. A new city, a new life but somehow, his ghost still follows me. Maybe this time, love won’t leave me behind.
This sprawling epic, titled The Eternal Dungeon Master, immerses readers in a labyrinthine world of intricate character developments, where every individual—be it the enigmatic patriarch Bob or the diverse women who orbit his life—evolves through layers of psychological depth, emotional revelation, and transformative growth.
The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A