This one is erotic horror, a switch for me, since
I usually write erotic comedy. Read it, get scared,
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EXCERPT - THE RED LIGHT HORROR
Genre: Erotic Horror
Appeared in Scarlet Magazine in 2007
Heat Level: Scorching Hot
Type: F/M with hints of swinging and kink
By Elizabeth Black
She snapped the red glo-stick on her wrist. She pulled
the brass knocker on the door. Now she had done it.
A small door at eye-level slid back. A pair of eyes
encircled with dark eyeliner peered at her. The look
"I'm here for the, er… party. I was invited. Is Eric
here yet?" Jess's voice sounded so nervous that
she was embarrassed. The door closed in her face.
For a moment, she feared she had been turned
away. Then, she heard deadbolts clicking back,
chains loosening, and the doorknob unlocking.
She grasped the doorknob in her hand, and
The door opened to a smoke-filled light show.
Jess held up her arm to show the lit red glo-stick.
"Eric sent me. My name is Jess," she said.
"Ah, Eric has been talking about you for weeks.
It's good to finally meet his new choice," the man
at the door said.
"His new choice? What you do mean?" Jess asked.
"It's best to let Eric explain himself. I must say
that you are the finest one to come through this
door in a long time."
Jess was confused by what he meant, but the smell
of clove cigarettes floating around her head took
her mind off his comments. There was also the
smell of incense and the sweet sweat rolling off
dimly-glimpsed, frantically gyrating bodies. Jess
Those bodies weren't dancing. They were
making out. Several nude men groped on a pile
of large throw pillows. They had the most
magnificent bodies that Jess had ever seen.
No body like that was created in a gym or
with steroids. Jess stared at their broad chests
and six-pack stomachs as their strong hands
kneaded each other's bodies. She couldn’t take
her eyes off of them. She had never before
seen such muscular bodies. What would they
do if she reached out one hand and stroked a
sweaty chest? She wanted to join in the groping,
but she held back. Two women explored each
other's mouths with their tongues while their
long fingers brushed against bare breasts and
nipples. Those two women had the largest
nipples Jess had ever seen. One of the women
emerged long enough to take a breath from
kissing, and she glanced at Jess. Jess realized
with embarrassment that she had been staring
at them. The woman grinned at her, and winked.
She then went back to her lover's moist mouth.
Jess suddenly felt very hot. She wiped sweat from
her forehead with her bare hand. A man and woman
rubbed against each other in time to the trance that
played on loudspeakers. The man squeezed the
woman's left breast so hard that Jess felt as if his
fingers had pressed against her own breast and
left a bruise. She rubbed her legs together to stave
off the hot wave she felt in her pussy. She decided
to throw herself into that crowd and get lost in
the groping hands and fingers. Her excitement
reached a peak as she moved forward.
As she walked through the crowd, she felt hands
brush against her body. Against her back, her
breasts, her arse and her thighs. Jess welcomed
the eager hands. She moved her body so that the
crowd could easily feel her. She liked the long
fingers against her breasts and her arse. The
revellers smiled at her as if they knew her. A
few blew soft kisses against her long black hair.
The touches were like electric shocks. She did
not feel mauled at all. It was as if each person
knew where her most sensitive erogenous zones
were, and their fingers found their way to her
hot spots. She felt light-headed from the urgent
beat of the music and the rumbling of her racing
Jess's attention was drawn to a group of beautiful
men and women crowded around a large couch
off to her left. Sweaty men and women piled at
the base of the couch on large pillows. At first
they ignored her, but slowly, one by one, they
turned to look at her. They did not stop their
groping and touching. They merely turned to
look at her. The one closest to Jess had thick
red hair down to her bare waist. She wore only
black leather pants and black fuck-me pumps.
Her full breasts bobbed up and down as she
rode the bare leg of a muscular yet feminine
woman with a tattoo of a rose on her upper
arm. Rose Woman lowered her full lips to
Redhead's hard nipple. She rolled her tongue
over that nipple, making it turn purple. Jess
couldn't take her eyes off of the two women.
She shifted from one leg to the other, feeling
her pussy heat up and melt. Redhead winked
at Jess, who quickly lowered her head out of
embarrassment. Jess couldn't resist watching,
though. She raised her head to stare at Redhead
as she lifted her D-cup breasts to Rose Woman's
plump, pink lips. An impossibly long tongue
darted out, and flicked against those hard,
purple nipples. Redhead arched her back and
threw her head back, her long red hair falling
in a cascade behind her. Jess swallowed hard.
Her mouth was dry. A pulse trip-hammered
in her throat. The room spun with her
excitement and the heady scents of clove and
musky sweat. It took all of her will to resist
jumping into that pile of gyrating, hot people.
She wiped her sweaty palms against her dress.
Muscular hands grasped Redhead by the hair,
and turned her head away from Jess. An
angular male face emerged from the crowd
to press his lips against Redhead's throat.
Fascinated, Jess stared at the pulse she saw
beating beneath Redhead's sweaty skin. She
wanted to run her tongue along Redhead's
throat and feel the urgent beat of that pulse
against her hot lips. What would her sweat
taste like? Her blood? What if she nipped at
Redhead's throat just enough to draw a little
of that precious red liquid? Jess imagined the
salty, coppery taste. She wanted to lose
herself in Redhead's arms. She could nearly
hear Redhead's heart pounding, and
wondered if she really heard her own heart's
frantic beat. While Redhead and the man
glanced at Jess once or twice, Rose Woman
could not be bothered.
The man unzipped Redhead's leather
pants from the back. The zipper ran
down her arse. He lowered her pants,
and Redhead shook them off. Sweat
glowed on her long, lithe body. Redhead
leaned forward on a futon while Rose
Woman lapped at her pendulous breasts.
Jess finally had a good look at the man.
His body was rock hard. Dark hair
covered his chest and arms. A gold ring
pierced his left nipple. Jess's eyes
wandered from his broad chest to his
erect dick, which was thick and nearly
ten inches long. Maybe it was his
muscular body that made his dick
look so big. He glanced at Jess as
he licked his fingers, and then used
his hands to spread Redhead's arse
cheeks apart. She curled her back to
receive him. Slowly, he pushed his
dick into her arsehole. Jess's arse
puckered as she watched. Did the man
invite her to join them? Fascinated and
aroused, she watched but did not move
towards them. She wanted to feel that
thick cock inside her. She shifted from
one foot to the other to allow her hot,
moist pussy some breathing room. Her
breath came out in bursts. The man
thrust inside Redhead, who craned her
neck and let out a moan much too deep
for a woman. She tossed her hair aside,
and smiled at Jess, who felt her face turn
red, but she couldn't take her eyes off of
them. She wanted to peel off her clothes
and run her hands through Redhead's hair
while the man shoved his dick deep inside
her. She had never had anal sex before.
Would the man's huge dick hurt as it went in?
Redhead enjoyed herself. Jess's ass puckered
as she watched the man slowly thrust his dick
in and out of Redhead. She wanted to
immerse herself in that writhing crowd and
Jess stood very still and stared back at
them. She felt very hot, very aroused,
and very alone. Unable to move, she
stood motionless, like a deer caught in
a car's headlights just before being
mowed down. She stood and stared until
the crowd divided like water, and a man
He was the most luscious man Jess had
ever seen. He was over six feet tall.
Everyone in the pile craned their necks
to stare up at him. Redhead, Rose Woman,
and the man reached for him. Their
fingers brushed against his strong legs.
He wore tight black jeans that enhanced
every curve on his lithe, athletic body. A
loose cotton shirt covered his broad chest.
He wore his shoulder-length, thick,
blue-black hair in a long sheet. His skin
was the color of café au lait, and his eyes
revealed Japanese ancestry.
When he reached Jess, the man held out
one perfectly-manicured hand, and
stroked Jess's cheek. His fingers were
cool to the touch. Jess felt those fingers
move over her skin like an electric shock.
Without thinking, she tiled her head into
that inviting hand, wishing for more touch.
"Hello, Jess," the man said in a deep voice
as thick and warm as honey. "My name is Eric."