I have always delighted in scary and creepy things much to my husband’s delight. In fact, our first date ever was to a horror movie. I love the macabre and creepy. My husband used to work for a mortuary when we were first married and I’d make some extra money by helping him clean the building after hours. It was just the two of us in the mortuary at night. Well, us and the dead. 
Horror is closely linked with the sexual parts of our brain. We as human beings learn from watching others. When we watch someone else doing something, our brain thinks that it’s doing the same thing. This has helped our species become top of their game in the brain department. It’s also why reading or looking at something erotic has such powerful effects on us. Our brain literally can’t tell the difference between us actually doing it or us reading about it.
I’ve written many stories. You can find them here or on Amazon. But I branched out and decided to write a horror erotica story. It was intense. I felt simultaneously drained and aroused by the end of it. It took me longer to write than usual. It’s quite horrific and I’m sure it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. It’s publishing now on Amazon and will be ready shortly just in time for the spooky season. In the meantime, here’s a short preview:
He sat in the chair at the end of the room and waited. He’d replayed that one night’s events over and over in his mind. They’d talked for over an hour and then he offered to walk her back to her car. It was just a preliminary meeting, nothing was expected. But as they walked through the dark streets back to the parking garage where she’d left her car, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His fingers were cold. Hers were fiery warm. He stiffened again just by having her hold his hand. She drove a black sedan that was neither new nor old. It was wholly unremarkable. But the seats were clean. Too many women he knew kept their cars like some hoarder’s nest. She unlocked the doors with her fob and he opened the driver door for her. They hugged goodbye and he felt the railroad spike that had grown in his pants press into her. She caught her breath and let out the tiniest of sighs.
They were almost of a height with each other. She pulled his mouth into hers and kissed him passionately. Her mouth was warm and opened immediately to him. She flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth and he could taste the remnants of the drink she had had. Their breath mingled in the cold garage as they kissed. Eventually, she broke free. Her mouth redder than before. Her eyelids heavy with pleasure. “Have a good night,” she gave that smirk again as she said it and took her seat behind the wheel. She had left her hand on his shoulder and as she sank in her chair she brought it down slowly across the front of his chest, down his torso, past his belt and eventually rested it on the large bulge in the front of his pants. She gave it a gentle squeeze and winked one of her purple-blue eyes at him. He had crouched down then. She had yet to swing her legs in the car. They were slightly open and her dress had come to her mid thighs.
He reached out and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs. Her eyes rolled back and she sighed audibly at his touch. The sight of her pleasure drove him wild. He moved his right hand up her thigh and under her dress. He could feel her body heat growing stronger. Between her legs, he found that she was not wearing any underwear. He tentatively explored with the tip of his middle finger and found the soft skin of her spread lips. She was wetter than he had ever felt a woman be before. He plunged his long middle finger into her in one gentle movement and leaned in for another kiss. She moaned and moaned. She wasn’t the only one who could tease. He pulled out of her and said his goodnights. She swung her perfect legs in and started up the car. As she pulled off he ran his other fingers over the wetness she had left on him. He licked it off.
The Lady Meredith 