Horror Stories

We've talked about the relationship between horror and porn before.

Coleridge's great unfinished poem "Christabel" is both a horror story and pornographic (for that time, which was early nineteenth century). It's about a lesbian vampire seduction. :)

There was something about the vampire's breasts that was supposed to be unspeakably horrifying. Rumor was she had eyeballs for nipples.
 
We've talked about the relationship between horror and porn before.

Coleridge's great unfinished poem "Christabel" is both a horror story and pornographic (for that time, which was early nineteenth century). It's about a lesbian vampire seduction. :)

There was something about the vampire's breasts that was supposed to be unspeakably horrifying. Rumor was she had eyeballs for nipples.

Stoker's wet dream about the three vamp women that eventually turned into Dracula.

Ken Russell used the eyeballs for nipples to good effect in Gothic if i remember correctly.

I'm still mystified by nz's post though. :)
 
Stoker's wet dream about the three vamp women that eventually turned into Dracula.

Ken Russell used the eyeballs for nipples to good effect in Gothic if i remember correctly.

I'm still mystified by nz's post though. :)
He is a little odd, isn't he?
 
I went to college with Joe Hill, aka Joe King, son of Stephen. He was a freshman when I was a senior. Met his dad at the campus computer store.

Anyway, been listening to his stuff on audio-book, that bastard. ;) :devil::heart:
 
The zombie aimlessly wandered through the murky streets, it's hunger knowing no bounds. The curious cat was torn asunder, it's warm entrails but a snack for the undead corpse.
The old drunk wasn't sure who he heard shambling close by - another homeless guy he thought, but no, before he had time to react, the zombie had plunged it's cold fingers deep into the intoxicated man's eyes, so deep the orbs exploded simultaneously, spilling a vile stream of blood and gore and watery jelly down his face.
His screaming was cut short as the tongue was ripped out, a thick fountain of blood erupting from his mouth as the zombie tore it out and munched hungrily on it.
As the taste filled its mouth, the zombie became more animated - punching its hands deep into the tramps guts, pulling on the slimy viscera, forcing it out the newly formed hole.
It shoved its entire head inside the dead drunks shredded stomach, savouring the blue intestines, gnawing on the liver, spleen and kidneys.
The whore wasn't sure what she was seeing on the road was really what she was seeing. Was there really a man with his head stuck inside another man's gut ?
Surely not, it must be the alcohol she had been consuming - these must be two overt homosexuals performing oral sex on each other. But the man giving giving seemed to be at chest level, and what was that liquid all over the road ?
Her head swam as she realized her first thought was indeed true - this was something un-natural !
Zombie dude looked at the whore as she stood there looking. It could smell her wetness, her moisture, her sweat.
Slowly chewing a stringy piece of appendix, it sat up and stared at her.
The fear registered within her face, but for some reason she was not running.
whore did not run because although she knew what she was seeing was real, pure terror had rooted her to the spot.
This was like some scene from that stupid DAWN OF THE DEAD movie she had seen, but this was no movie. She rummaged around in her bag for something to use as a weapon. The only thing she found of any substance was her Roger Rammer vibrator - it would have to do.
Turning it up to full speed, she cautiously approached the flesh eating ghoul, the pink sex toy humming loudly in the still night.
 
See the zombie. See the curious cat. Run cat run. See the blood. Bad zombie.

Oh, and "it's" is a contraction of "it is". You mean "its".
 
See the zombie. See the curious cat. Run cat run. See the blood. Bad zombie.

Oh, and "it's" is a contraction of "it is". You mean "its".

I'm not here to be a published author, I'm here to have fun - "it's, its, its' - makes no difference to me.
 
William Manchester did better than eyeballs. How about a pussy filled with maggots?
 
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