Claimed by the Ghost
by yanissa
On the last Halloween of her college life, Ishita lets her roommate talk her out of a trash bag and into a costume that leaves little to the imagination. At a crowded party in an old Pune bungalow, unseen hands start following her through the crowd. Then a transparent stranger claims her in an alley with a locked gate and a question about unfinished business. By dawn he is gone, and Ishita is left with a body that remembers him and a question for her roommate: do you believe in ghosts?
Halloween Ghost Erotica: Solid Until Dawn
by lioracross
On Halloween night, the veil is thin enough to touch. Lila only meant to catalog the empty Victorian before the sale. Then the power dies, the fog rolls in, and Elias appears at the foot of the stairs—cold at the edges, solid only where her hands find him. One night. One house. He stays real as long as she keeps him that way. What begins against the dining table doesn’t stay there. Bound to the bedposts, watched in the landing mirror, taken on the stairs and over the mattress, Lila learns exactly how long a ghost can last when every thrust, every grip, every shared breath anchors him. Temperature shifts from ice to heat. His outline stops flickering the deeper he drives. Then her best friend knocks. Maya doesn’t leave. She joins. Toys come out of the overnight bag. The vibrator, the thick silicone cock, fingers and mouths and Elias still buried inside one of them while the other watches or takes her turn. FFM heat fills the candlelit rooms—double penetration,
Dracula Daddy and His Little Lamb
by yanissa
At a private Halloween party in a sprawling Mumbai mansion, Ishita arrives dressed as a little lost lamb: white dress, soft collar, bare thighs. He finds her by the punch bowl: tall, cloaked, fanged, calling himself Dracula. One look, one rough command, and he steers her into the shadows. What begins as a dark-corner encounter becomes a night of relentless possession across rooms, furniture, and floors. He does not ask. He takes, marks, fills, and keeps her. When the last guests leave and the door locks, Ishita discovers the party was only the beginning. Consent is clear. Control is absolute. By dawn she will still be full of him, bruised, ruined, and certain of one thing: Dracula Daddy does not let his little lamb go.
The Alderwick Devil
by NancyDouglas
Ancient evil haunts a small town in the Hudson Valley, while the residents aren't always what they seem.
How I Got Fucked by a Ghost with My Husband
by yanissa
In the shadowed outskirts of Pune, Ishita steps into a midnight cemetery horror screening wrapped in emerald silk, her 35-year-old body already humming with quiet rebellion against the quiet pressure of marriage and reputation. What begins as Rohan’s possessive hand on her thigh becomes something colder, heavier, and far more intimate. A phantom presence claims her inside, stretching her open with glacial precision while Rohan’s living heat presses against her back. The impossible stretch, the relentless rhythm, the clash of absolute zero and scorching heat tear through her nerves until she comes apart in a single shattering wave. After, the shame of being desecrated by what lies beyond the veil fights with the raw, addictive need that still pulses low in her belly. A ghost has awakened her hunger, and now the real night is only beginning.
Ghost Cunt
by Purveyor_of_Sin
Paranormal investigator Dr. Jolene Baker is searching through the old Henderson house, looking for evidence of a haunting. Little does she know that her ten year old nephew, Roddy, and his two friends have set up a night of awesome pranks for her.