by Madeline Moore
Yikes! Is that picture scary or what? Well, Halloween is coming, dear Lust Bites readers, which means two things.
1) Time to get your freak on!
2) Time for the Lust Bites Halloween Giveaway!
This year, we are giving away another massive batch of erotica books, penned by some of the best writers of erotica working today. That's right, penned by Lusties! First Prize is all of the following: Amanda's Young Men, by Madeline Moore, Enchantment by Olivia Knight, Wildwood by Janine Ashbless, Phantasmagoria by Madelynne Ellis, Roping the Wind, by Kate Pearce,Speak Its Name by Erastes,something spooky by Portia da Costa, and the so hot off the press it hasn't been released yet anthology, which features a number of us, Lust At First Bite.
Second and third prizes are copies of Lust At First Bite.
Now, to win this particular contest you must do a little more than comment.
We're looking for spooky submissions of no more than 200 words. It can be anything you like, a wee self-contained short story, a snippet from a longer work, or even a snippet for a book that doesn't exist. Get the picture?
Howl you should! Isn't he handsome? Don't get any fancy ideas about him, because, as you can see, he does not have a human head.
Here are a few examples. The first two come to us courtesy of Olivia Knight. They are excerpts from her novel, The Ten Visions.
Hallow's Eve in the graveyard of the University Church of St Mary the Virgin
They sat in silence as the other members gathered on the lawn
again, each with a glass in hand which one of them refilled.
'Excuse me a moment,' murmured the old man, his hand brushing
her shoulder gently as he stood. She felt a rush of her earlier arousal,
chasing away the sour feeling. Watching him walk towards the circle, she
thought, And why not? Older – but clearly not too old – if his eyes are
anything to go by… The image of him making love to her, slowly and
tenderly, flashed through her head. It was appealing…
'Sarah!' hissed a voice. She sprang around in fright: Jo was
crouched behind the bench. 'Please, you have to believe me, run! While
no-one's looking – trust me, your soul depends on this, keep quiet but run!'
A winter afternoon in Duke Humphrey's Library, in the Bodleian
The rich smell of books, shuffling steps of the librarian, and hissing
scratch of her pencil on paper, mingled with her thoughts. The silvery-grey
pencil lead shone under the glow of the table lamp; the tiny hairs at the
back of her neck teased her nape in the irregular, warm breeze.
She spun her head at the soft whisper. No-one was behind her. At
the end of the corridor, she could see the librarian quietly talking to
someone; no doubt a brief sibilance had caught her attention. She resumed
her reading and scratching.
She heard it again, hardly a breath but distinctly her name. Her
spine stiffened. The librarian and the other student had left her section;
no-one was in sight. Leaning over her books again, she couldn't move her
eyes from one word to the next. The hairs on her arm stood upright. She
Want more? Here's a snippet from Erastes:
He slid down my body, kissing my shoulder, arm, hip. He drove me wild with his lips, tongue. Teeth.
He murmured words I didn't recognise. "Subclavian, brachiocephalic, palmar, iliac, femoral."
"What's that?" I gasped. I could hardly concentrate on what he was saying because my cock was too interested in what he was doing.
"Arteries," he whispered, his tongue teasing the line of hair from my navel.
I wanted to scream with pleasure. "Are you some kind of medical student?" I gasped. I didn't care. His mouth was doing wonderful things with my balls, sucking them in and out. I couldn't have got any harder.. He could have said he was Lon Chaney at that point and I was sure I wouldn't care.
"No," he purred, "it's just an interest. A hobby." I felt his breath on the super-heated head of my cock and I nearly came from that alone.
"The sweetest of all," he said, "is the dorsal artery…and that's found…here."
Oh I screamed all right. When his teeth went in, I screamed. And screamed.
Over to you now, folks. Write us a scene, no more than 200 words, and maybe you will be treated to a bounty of sexy books, guaranteed to make your blood run....hot.
The contest starts now and will run until November 4. Winners will be announced on November 5.
Picture credits: Our werewolf comes to us courtesy of Chuff.
If you want to see more of his work, contact him at: tiger at wulistudio dot com.
The ghost and man embracing is the cover of Sleeping with Ghosts, the fourth album released by European alternative rock band Placebo in 2003.
Madelynne Ellis photographed the First Prize bounty. Thank you!