PARIS, CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT
Aurelie Marchand breathed a sigh of relief as she cleared Passport Control, and headed for the cab rank. Born in Vermont to her French parents, she was overjoyed to be here now,in their homeland! Climbing into the back, she gave her destination, the Hotel Rivoli,not far from the Île de la Cité, and the cab drove off,soon she was travelling south-west towards the city, and she was eventually pulling up outside the building.
A porter carried her bags up to the fourth floor, and after tipping him, she checked out the room. She was pleased to get a view over the rooftops, and could see the rebuilt spire of the Notre-Dame cathedral, and planned to visit it while she was here,amongst other places.
As Aurelie had booked just bed and breakfast, she unpacked, showered,and changed into fresh clothing, and left the hotel, looking for a lunch location. She was in luck in that, on the next corner, she found a café with outdoor... (2,185 words)

Chapter 1: Hell is Suffering
Vera had bought the book four months ago in a narrow shop downtown she had never been able to find again. The man behind the counter had smiled too wide and told her the Lexicon Desirium could grant the deepest desire of the heart. She had paid in cash and walked out with it wrapped in black cloth.
Her desire was simple. The husband’s will left everything to his daughter. After four years as stepmother, Vera was still just the wife. If Lila was gone, the money would come to her.
She stood alone in the unfinished basement and opened it.
The words were difficult to follow. Some seemed to contradict passages she had already read. Others only made sense after she went back and read them again. By the time she reached the final page, her head ached.
There was only one question.
WHAT DO YOU DESIRE?
“Take Lila from us.”
The air ripped open with a wet metallic sound. Chains uncoiled from... (6,406 words)

A thunderstorm on Devil's night? What a cliche, April thought to herself. A particularly loud crack of thunder startled her, causing her to jump in her seat. She was home alone, with her husband, Mike, working a night shift tonight. She had curled up on the couch watching a cheesy “true” haunting show on TV. Despite her best efforts, she had to admit to herself that she was feeling creeped out. She had wanted to watch something appropriate for the spooky season but not so scary that she wasn't able to sleep afterwards. The thunderstorm certainly wasn't helping her feelings of trepidation, and she pulled a blanket tighter around herself as sheets of rain pounded against the side of the house.
At least there won't be any kids up to no good out tonight, this storm is unbelievable. April peeked out through the window and watched as the lightning rolled through the clouds overhead, the flashes leaving afterimages behind her eyes as she blinked. She closed... (5,987 words)

Agnes M. Yopher had lived at the end of Marlow Lane longer than anyone could remember. Most people thought that she had been there since before the war, but that could mean anything since each generation experiences something they will always refer to as “the war.” She was there when the area was still dotted with small farms. She was there before the farms slowly
failed and consolidated in an attempt to survive. She was there when every adult in the area was a small child. All of this means that she was definitely there long before Mister Huntley surrounded her house with “luxury estates.”
Her strange house didn’t fit in with the rest of the neighborhood. Even her deed was strange. The original deed for Agnes’s property was centuries old, and yet it stated that she owned 4.05 hectares of land. Every other parcel in the whole area was measured in acres; how was hers measured in hectares?
The fact that Agnes’s deed said 4.05... (3,885 words)

I first saw the portillo when we were getting ready for a Halloween party on my eighteenth birthday. Yes, my birthday is October 31st. In some ways, that sucks because as a kid your birthday gets lost with trick-or-treating and all that stuff. But in other ways, it was neat because I knew that my birthday parties would always be Halloween parties. As a little kid, that meant cupcakes that looked like ghosts or goblins, and all sorts of monster-themed candy. As I got a little older, the parties were us kids trying to outdo each other for the best costumes. Then it became teenagers dancing and making out in various costumes. The boys were almost always heroes while the girls were moving steadily toward being sexy.
My mother and I were getting the old garage ready for my eighteenth birthday party. I know that's kind of weird, having my mom help me get ready for a Halloween party when I’m a senior in high school; but she is great at decorations and snacks and all that. And I... (4,562 words)

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” said Tiffany.
Ellie just looked at her. “A corn maze? A stupid corn maze? Halloween and instead of going to the party, you want to go there?”
“Not just any corn maze,” replied Tiffany. “This is Farmer Brown’s Ultimate Corn Maze. It’s supposed to be the biggest and best. Almost impossible to solve within an hour’s time limit.”
“Wasting my time for an hour.”
“Everybody else is in for it.”
“Everyone…Including Gavin?” 
“Yep. So, I’ll tell you what. You come with us and after the maze we’ll go to Max’s in Wilmington. There is a killer band there tonight…and I know the doorman.”
Ellie looked at Tiffany. “You could have started out with that, you know.”
That night the six university students drove to Farmer Brown’s. The drive took about an hour and Ellie was... (1,274 words)

Chapter 25: Halloween
“Yes, I’m at the Holiday Inn on Upper James – I’m in the lobby dressed as Batgirl; you can’t miss me. See you soon!”
I put my cellphone away in one of the many pouches of the utility belt. I stood in the lobby of the hotel feeling rather self conscious. Covered head to toe in skin-tight black spandex, my face hidden, wearing a cape. However, the other guests either ignored me or gave approving nods. Thank God it was Halloween. At one point a pair of young women in short tight “sexy superhero” costumes saw me, shrieked with delight and insisted we take a group selfie together. I smiled under the mask, feeling a bit better after that. Perhaps my sister’s CBD gummy, which I had snatched from her after deciding to make this trip, was finally kicking in?
I had decided, rather at the last minute, to drive from Ottawa to come to the annual Institute Halloween party. I had shared with Margaret my concerns... (9,663 words)

Once, twice, three times the hammer descended, sending orange vegetable fragments flying everywhere. The spider's web and the silly luminescent skeleton were torn down, and then both promptly stamped into the dirt. The hooded, masked figure was about to smash the second grinning pumpkin when a dog started barking, and a moment later, an upstairs light clicked on...

Arthur Tompkins was what you would call an ordinary man. An unremarkable man in his mid. fifties. One of those people you see in the street but don't, almost as if they're invisible, because they are so ordinary and unremarkable. Arthur habitually wore a neat 'off the peg' two-piece, charcoal business suit bought from a respectable if boring high street clothing and food chain. You know the one; it once used to be considered slightly 'upmarket!'
Arthur worked in a bank, having done so for twenty-odd years and, remarkably, surviving all the branch and staffing cuts of the last decade as online banking denuded... (2,092 words)

For several years now, I have been tempted to go out dressed as a sexy girl on Halloween night. There have been several problems with that scenario.
First, I'm a guy, and I don't even remotely pass as a crossdresser, especially with the beard and moustache.
I had also been dabbling with chastity recently, going so far as doing Locktober online. I figured that going to a party would be extra painful and I wouldn't enjoy it too much.
But I was determined to enjoy myself – Locktober may have played a part, as I was getting very horny three weeks into October – so I started making an actual plan.
I asked the organizers about my facial hair, and they said "sure, if you go the extra mile on the costume and make-up".
But Halloween is October 31 after all, so I talked about my plan to my keyholder/online mistress, and she agreed I could get my key back at 5pm, go to the party, send her some proof pic right before midnight, and then I would be... (2,032 words)

This is for my personal log. It is the unofficial report of my incursion into Human territory in pursuit of a known serial annihilator. I have never been to the planet called Earth (or Terra) before. I have never even been to the Sol system. I have definitely never before experienced— or read about— or even heard about— the odd cultural Earth phenomenon called Halloween.
Obviously, I had no real intention of attending what the inhabitants of one of the northern continents of that planet call a “Halloween Party.” But I was on the trail of someone— or something— moving from planet to planet, extracting life essence from beings of lesser power. In many cases, so much life essence was extracted that the being ceased to exist.
Normally such fiends are caught rapidly and swiftly brought to justice either by local authorities or, if necessary, the Star Patrol. But this particular miscreant is a shapeshifter and is able to assume whatever... (5,134 words)

I spent my days as the invisible engine of Pierce & Associates, working as Melissa, the lead secretary for the firm's most demanding partners. I managed their schedules with surgical precision, acting as the most competent person in the building while being treated like a piece of office furniture. Mostly, I just kept my head down, swallowing every biting remark and burying any thought of asking for a rise under a polite smile. Confrontation wasn't in my vocabulary; I was far too shy to ever dare say what I actually thought of them to their faces.
That was why, when I passed an old woman hawking "vintage curios" in the rain on my way to the firm's annual Halloween gala, I didn't stop. She was shivering, trying to cover a tray of delicate brass clockwork trinkets with a frayed velvet cloak.
"Help a lady out, dear?" she rasped, her hands trembling. "Just a few euros for a warm tea."
I cringed, clutching my handbag tight as I avoided her gaze. "I'm - I'm so sorry, I'm... (1,089 words)

Lucy Throckmorton was tired of being “Little Lucy.” Everyone had called her that all her life. It was adorable when she was a small child. It was cute when she was eight years old. It was starting to wear thin when she was sixteen. It was totally insulting now that she was twenty. And yet, that is what everyone in the family and neighborhood called her. Maybe if she moved out of her parents’ house and met new friends, she could forget all about “Little Lucy.” But she was going to college in town because that college had the major she wanted... and it was much, much cheaper to just live at home and ride her bike or take the bus across town to class. She wanted to be a teacher and was planning on graduating without a huge debt that would take her the rest of her life to repay.
With a few new friends and more than a couple of miles between home and school, Little Lucy was fading into the past at last. And then the rains came. Lucy often rode in the rain,... (2,665 words)

“Why do all the women's costumes have to be slutty?” Renee asked, scanning the aisles of the Halloween store as she and Marcus browsed.
“Oh, I don't know about that. Look at this one,” Marcus lifted the packaged costume from its hook, holding it towards her to better display its features “Clearly Catwoman here needs a sleek, tight fitting outfit for maximum stealth on her missions, wouldn't you agree?”
Renee cast a critical eye over the costume and the attached label. The model wore a pair of cheap fuzzy cat ears attached to a headband, her long blonde hair cascading over a sleek black spandex catsuit with a ¾ front zip. Naturally, she was also wearing high heeled boots and holding a cheap leather whip at her side. Her expression left no question as to whether she was a good cat or a naughty cat, as she winked and playfully bit her lower lip *Accessories sold separately* was written in fine print along the bottom of the... (11,403 words)

Chapter 1: The Five-Dollar Mask
On Halloween evening the antique market glowed under dim yellow lights. Elena walked alone, looking for something cheap she could take home as a small surprise for Marcus. She didn’t usually come to places like this; the holiday atmosphere just felt nice enough to wander through for a while.
Elena was twenty-seven, ordinary-looking, a little soft around the middle, with a round face that wasn’t especially striking but still gentle when she smiled. Marcus was thirty, similarly soft and average in height, plain-featured, but consistently kind to her. They’d been together for several years. The affection was still there, yet the days had settled into something quiet and familiar. Life was fine. Nothing was wrong. It just lacked the edge it used to have.
She stopped at a stall tucked into a quieter corner. The vendor was an old man with white hair and glasses, smiling in a way that looked warm and... (5,688 words)

Continues from part 21
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The final chapter changes everything for JJ and Marcie.
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. This final chapter wraps everythuing up and shows the happily-ever-after that JJ and Marcie have found at Box M Ranch.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,... (5,205 words)