PennLady
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http://www.philly.com/philly/news/20140212_Tales_of_erotica_at_Laurel_Hill_Cemetery.html
I imagine there are plot bunnies here.
I imagine there are plot bunnies here.
Erotica in the cemetery
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lovecraft68
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I had sex in a couple of cemeteries in the young dumb days, once in front of a half dozen people.
Can't say there was any love involved though.
Can't say there was any love involved though.
lovecraft68
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I've got a couple of stories set in a cemetery. One is close to true and a romance. The other is a Halloween story with two couples and ends with romance.
Cemeteries are fun places at times.
That's why people are dying to get into them.
Yeah, I know.
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That's why people are dying to get into them.
Yeah, I know.
And that's why there are fences around them.
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That's why people are dying to get into them.
Yeah, I know.
It's the dead centre of town.
lovecraft68
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I heard the women go there because the guys are always stiff.
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As a kid I met girls at the cemetery, nights. It was quiet, secluded, and had nice slabs for a blanket. This was before I got a car and the girls were old enough to date.
Many years later I discovered that cemeteries close to colleges were good places to literally fall over females before or close to dawn, especially around plots enclosed with hedges. Homeless men like cemeteries, too, and I assumed the girls were there for some homeless love.
Many years later I discovered that cemeteries close to colleges were good places to literally fall over females before or close to dawn, especially around plots enclosed with hedges. Homeless men like cemeteries, too, and I assumed the girls were there for some homeless love.
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La Petite Morte
"La Petite Morte" is French, translates literally> the "little death", meaning an orgasm. She is bent over a tomb stone in a grave yard while a helmeted man takes her from behind.
"La Petite Morte" is French, translates literally> the "little death", meaning an orgasm. She is bent over a tomb stone in a grave yard while a helmeted man takes her from behind.
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Magnetron
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As Twilight Feeds On Meyers Street
Stephanie inhaled the crisp atmosphere
As evening's Twilight canvassed the neighborhood
Enveloping her house at the end of block
Like a fictional shrouded vampire descending
Exanguinating the brilliant Autumn hues from the parkway trees
Whose dying leaves let of their blood
Were drying in the Autumn breeze
On mingling branches hanging over Meyers Street
Forming a darkened canopy that on occasion
Was even cause enough in itself for the bravest
And boldest teenager walking underneath
To shudder
Sitting in the bedroom window
Left leg lazily hanging out the sill
If not for a pair of white cotton panties
And auburn curls draped over her bare breasts
She was almost nude
Waiting
Serene was this scene of daring to be seen
For the silent marauder to claim her body
Taking her soul merely along for the ride
Swaddled up its non corporeal cloak
To plant a loving bite upon her neck's nape
Before whisking her off and away through the chill
To where there was an neglected, overgrown graveyard
Just a hopscotch skip and a jump beyond the mobile home park
Attended nightly by the White Trash trailer park girls much like herself
Often sacrificing their daily born again virgin statures
Not so much like herself
On a ritualistic basis
However,
She remained unseen in her bedroom window
Not even witnessed in her half naked glory
By any of the neighborhood boys
Who rarely afforded her more than casual glances anyway
During the daylight hours
She could not help but fancy notions
In the final fleetings of sunburst
That her life was a book of which she had no hand in writing
A novel that if made into a movie
The juicy details would be edited out
Scenes involving sex starved teens shedding their clothes
And inhibitions before the camera
Such gratuitious depictions of nudity
That always fail to enchance the plot
Yet nonetheless are somehow considered somewhat crucial prior
To the onscreen entrance of the escaped mental patient
As he tightens his grip on the handle of a butcher knife
Or perhaps a straight razor
Desperation to be loved
To feel wanted
Appreciated
Even if only for her body
Now entwined with the desire
To be bent over a marble headstone
And ravaged for the very first time
By a stranger in the Twilight
Stephanie inhaled the crisp atmosphere
As evening's Twilight canvassed the neighborhood
Enveloping her house at the end of block
Like a fictional shrouded vampire descending
Exanguinating the brilliant Autumn hues from the parkway trees
Whose dying leaves let of their blood
Were drying in the Autumn breeze
On mingling branches hanging over Meyers Street
Forming a darkened canopy that on occasion
Was even cause enough in itself for the bravest
And boldest teenager walking underneath
To shudder
Sitting in the bedroom window
Left leg lazily hanging out the sill
If not for a pair of white cotton panties
And auburn curls draped over her bare breasts
She was almost nude
Waiting
Serene was this scene of daring to be seen
For the silent marauder to claim her body
Taking her soul merely along for the ride
Swaddled up its non corporeal cloak
To plant a loving bite upon her neck's nape
Before whisking her off and away through the chill
To where there was an neglected, overgrown graveyard
Just a hopscotch skip and a jump beyond the mobile home park
Attended nightly by the White Trash trailer park girls much like herself
Often sacrificing their daily born again virgin statures
Not so much like herself
On a ritualistic basis
However,
She remained unseen in her bedroom window
Not even witnessed in her half naked glory
By any of the neighborhood boys
Who rarely afforded her more than casual glances anyway
During the daylight hours
She could not help but fancy notions
In the final fleetings of sunburst
That her life was a book of which she had no hand in writing
A novel that if made into a movie
The juicy details would be edited out
Scenes involving sex starved teens shedding their clothes
And inhibitions before the camera
Such gratuitious depictions of nudity
That always fail to enchance the plot
Yet nonetheless are somehow considered somewhat crucial prior
To the onscreen entrance of the escaped mental patient
As he tightens his grip on the handle of a butcher knife
Or perhaps a straight razor
Desperation to be loved
To feel wanted
Appreciated
Even if only for her body
Now entwined with the desire
To be bent over a marble headstone
And ravaged for the very first time
By a stranger in the Twilight
Handley_Page
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I've got a couple of stories set in a cemetery. One is close to true and a romance. The other is a Halloween story with two couples and ends with romance.
Cemeteries are fun places at times.
Wouldn't be seen dead anywhere else.
I love a nice cemetery
I like them mostly because I do stonework for a living. Sometimes, not very often, I restore old headstones.
Also, I remember a horrifying character from a Stephen King novel named Juburt that liked to have sex with dead people. Has anyone written anything close to a necrophiliac? I don't think that I could other than in a humorous or satire type story.
I like them mostly because I do stonework for a living. Sometimes, not very often, I restore old headstones.
Also, I remember a horrifying character from a Stephen King novel named Juburt that liked to have sex with dead people. Has anyone written anything close to a necrophiliac? I don't think that I could other than in a humorous or satire type story.
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Not and gotten it posted here, I don't think.
Hypoxia
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Vampires are dead people. (At least, with proper suspension of disbelief.) Human+vampire sex is necrophilia. I guess the difference is that vampires move around.
I'll admit to not sampling some categories of stories on LIT yet, so I don't know if zombies get fucked in tales here. Zombies are also dead-but-moving-around people. Necrophilia? Or how about a Frankenstein-like pastiche constructed entirely of parts from dead bodies?
I'm guessing it's a matter of degree. Vegans only eat animals they can't see (bacteria, etc). Is necrophilia limited to corpses that don't move? Are the re-animated exempt from the ban?
Acktion
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Amidst other ill conceived ways to spend money, time, and energy in my youth, I took a couple of classes in comparative mythology. A couple of notes that some might find interesting.
A hereditary disease called "Porphyria" is sometimes credited with the rise of Vampire myths. And no, they didn't sparkle but were more often corpulent and hirsute. (which fact upon being related by the professor caused some interesting stares at yours truly) One notable account near St. Petersburg tells of a man buried for several days showing up at his home and taking his shoes.
There was a drug that unfortunately I can't recall the exact name of in use in the 18th and 19th centuries that could cause some confusion about whether a person was actually alive or not. (I believe it was an opium derivative, but can't be certain.) At any rate, there was a heavy fear of being buried alive. It's said that George Washington suffered from this fear and forced a promise from his people that he would not be buried for two or three days after he died.
There were also "safety coffins" at about this time which incorporated a bell with a string that ran inside the coffin so the person could ring the bell if they woke up calling the night watchman.
Now, there has been some research that near death experiences can bring on an emotive response desiring sexual intercourse. I'm not sure, but I think buried alive is about as close to "near death" as one can come.
"Brains"? How about "Pussy"!
A hereditary disease called "Porphyria" is sometimes credited with the rise of Vampire myths. And no, they didn't sparkle but were more often corpulent and hirsute. (which fact upon being related by the professor caused some interesting stares at yours truly) One notable account near St. Petersburg tells of a man buried for several days showing up at his home and taking his shoes.
There was a drug that unfortunately I can't recall the exact name of in use in the 18th and 19th centuries that could cause some confusion about whether a person was actually alive or not. (I believe it was an opium derivative, but can't be certain.) At any rate, there was a heavy fear of being buried alive. It's said that George Washington suffered from this fear and forced a promise from his people that he would not be buried for two or three days after he died.
There were also "safety coffins" at about this time which incorporated a bell with a string that ran inside the coffin so the person could ring the bell if they woke up calling the night watchman.
Now, there has been some research that near death experiences can bring on an emotive response desiring sexual intercourse. I'm not sure, but I think buried alive is about as close to "near death" as one can come.
"Brains"? How about "Pussy"!
Hypoxia
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I'll answer my own question. Yes, zombies have sex here, in tales mostly posted in EROTIC HORROR or SFI-FI / FANTASY. So I guess the standard is that if the corpse just lays there, it's necrophilia, and prohibited; but if the corpse is animated somehow, it's OK.
Which raises the question: Does the manner of animation matter? Censorship-wise, is there a difference between a corpse raised by paranormal means (vampirism, zombyism, were-creature recruitment) versus 'normal' means (puppeteer strings, Frankenstein-like electric jolts, advanced technologies, etc) ?? And where does plain old magic enter the equation?
oggbashan
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I have several stories about sex with ghosts:
http://www.literotica.com/s/maids-in-waiting
http://www.literotica.com/s/hitchhiker-6
http://www.literotica.com/s/doctor-dee-is-dead
http://www.literotica.com/s/lavender-3
http://www.literotica.com/s/the-nunnery
http://www.literotica.com/s/loving-hannah-1
and the sequel
http://www.literotica.com/s/hannah-and-kay
http://www.literotica.com/s/maids-in-waiting
http://www.literotica.com/s/hitchhiker-6
http://www.literotica.com/s/doctor-dee-is-dead
http://www.literotica.com/s/lavender-3
http://www.literotica.com/s/the-nunnery
http://www.literotica.com/s/loving-hannah-1
and the sequel
http://www.literotica.com/s/hannah-and-kay
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Vampires are diverse. Many work the day-shift. Mine get beauty, youth, and longevity from it AND something akin to the flu plus a bad hangover and a beer gut when they ignore their deals with the Devil.
