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We soon found ourselves in a clearing dotted with trees. Thank God the moon had ascended the sky by now, bathing the surrounding in light that made the place look eerie. I stopped to regain my breath, gasping for air while gathering my wit to find a way out of the dark jungle.

“What the fuck was that? Count Oracula my ass. Vampires don’t exist. But that voice!” Richard said, agitated, waiting on me to compose myself so we could find our bearing out of the location.

“How in the hell did Chris get to know this place. Haunted house. Fucking maniac, that’s who he is. Right from the time we were kids, he had always loved bizarre pranks”

“Oracula Rampage On Halloween Night. That’s news for CNN. Are you done?”

“Give me a minute to collect myself please. Did you come with your phone? Perhaps we can use its Google map to locate our position and find a way out of here”

“THERE IS NO WAY OUT OF THE BAT’S NEST!” a voice said behind me and I stood frozen on the spot, unable to run or even to turn around to look. Richard Mack bolted into the bush at this sudden incursion, not looking back as he ran for his dear life. I heard him screaming as he ran. I am dead, I said to myself in silence.

Everywhere became still as I waited to meet the phantom with fangs that held me by a force I couldn’t fight or resist. I shut my eyes, said a feeble prayer and braced myself.

“There is no way out of Count Oracula’s nest, mi lady.” the voice continued, now soft and stirring, close to my ears.

“All the elements obey the Bat. I made a pact with the earth to arrest you. You can’t run even if you want to”. The being grazed my ear with his lips as he said this, sending a tingling sensation through my body.

“I can order the moon to immobilize you or for the wind to catch you in its wings. I am the Bat, enforcer of the night rule”

“I have use for you tonight. Be not afraid. I need not a pint of your blood. I am already overfed as it is. But I need your body for the Ritual of the Bat that happens every Halloween Night.”


It was like cat got my tongue. I was bereft of words to say or even thoughts to think. I turned and followed after the figure; hooded and obscure to me in the moonlight. Ritual of the Bat. What the hell is that? My body to be used for ritual. Oh my God. Am I not in trouble? Who will rescue me from this supposed vampire- this hooded being that held me against my will by a power I couldn’t control or resist.

He brought me back inside the deserted mansion and I found it has changed radically. Rows of candles lit the stairwell we passed up to a room on the landing. Inside, he moved behind a large mahogany casket, head cast down to hide his face and bid me stay where I was. I looked in fright around the room, unable to break away from the spell that held me.

Almaeria ata la bati. Take my offering O Seer of the Sun, Maiden of the Moon. Ata la bati” the phantom intoned solemnly, raising his cupped palms to the air.

“Take what I offer this Halloween O Mother Bat! Take all her eledi. Take it all that I may be invincible”

He opened the casket and knelt in front of it in prayer. I watched in dread as it unfolded before my eyes, totally bereft of my gumption. I observed I couldn’t look directly into his face, feeling heady each time I tried to peer at his white face. Something sinister lurked behind his hood. Lord, help me I prayed hard, mustering the will to stay afloat in my haze.



Taking her to her bedroom, Bob dumped her on the bed while Tom locked her bedroom door.

“What the fuck do you guys have in mind?”

“WE ARE THE HALLOWEEN MARAUDERS. WE ARE SENT TO PAY YOU A LOVE VISIT BY THE BAT” Jack Sparrow said with a voice muffler, gesticulating with dread to a visibly shaken Ms. Coco Knowles.

“LET US HAVE OUR WAY WITH YOU IN PEACE AND NO ONE GETS HURT. YOU SQUEAL ABOUT US, WE GET YOU DOWN” Tom Pitt added, flashing his switchblade in her face.

“WE ARE HERE WITH LOVE AND LUST. PLAY WITH US AND YOU WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS HALLOWEEN NIGHT. FIGHT WITH US AND LEAVE WITH SCARS THAT WILL ALWAYS REMIND YOU OF OUR VISIT. WHICH IS IT, FAIR LADY?” Bob Dole asked, stifling laughter from erupting from his muffled mouth; at the same time aroused and charged by the dread written all over their boss’ face. It was just too sweet to have her at the receiving end of their command and domination.

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t kill me please. I have money, jewelries, bonds, checks. Whatever you want I’ll get you. Just don’t kill me I beg you” Ms. Coco Knowles tearfully pleaded with the masked men she found herself locked up with, scared to death by their voices. She feared for her life more than she cared about their sultry intentions and would withstand whatever pain they were willing to mete out on her. Shivering on the bed, she looked up at her captors, waiting to hear their verdict.



“GOOD GIRL COCO. THE BAT WILL REWARD YOUR SUBMISSION WITH GOLD AND DIAMONDS. NOW GET HERE ON YOUR KNEES!” Tom Pitt commanded and Ms. Coco Knowles responded at once like a dog; falling on her knees between the three costumed men.

They brought out their stiff staffs and dangled them in Ms. Coco Knowles’ face. She looked from one pole to the other, variant in thickness and length and knew she would always live to remember this Halloween Night.


Ms. Coco Knowles, high on Satan’s dust and flushed with dread, moved on the meats placed lustfully in front of her and began to blow them like a saxophonist. She moved from one man to the other, circling her tongue on their cock caps before deep throating them till their dicks doubled in sizes in her hands and mouth. Moaning on the job while she played with their balls, Ms. Coco Knowles showed her sultry side to her junior staffs in masks; earning their glowing commendations of her bedroom act.

“OH COCO CAN SUCK. COCO IS A SLUT. SEE HOW SHE IS COCKING ON US” Bob whined in his deluxe treat, clamping his hands behind his hood as he watched his bullish boss blew on his stiff cock like the subject of a king.



I moved my hand down to her stomach and cleaned it with gentle swipes. Circling the damp towel over her navel, I lingered a bit allowing my mind to wander over sensuousness. That became the chance the Devil had been waiting on. I suddenly felt Mary’s hand grab my hand with force and then brushed it against her breasts. She opened her eyes and I saw hell in it, burning with a great bellow.


The daemon spoke through Mary again and before I could compose myself I felt a force fling me against the wall, pinning me there in spread eagle manner, reminiscent of crucifixion. She sat up in bed, pointing her hand at me, looking white and stark.

Aghast at this new turn, Miss Beatrice made to bolt from the room but the door slammed shut in her face. She turned to me, eyes wide with fright, and fell on her knees.


Mary rose from the bed to meet me where I hung, fastened to the wall by a force I couldn’t see but could definitely feel. Her sister came to her side like a zombie, eyes lost and vacant, under the control of the daemon that ruled Mary. I mustered the strength to pray but my faith failed me as well as my voice. I looked on in my entrapment, looking up to heavens for rescue.


Mary moved on me with speed that amazed me and held me in my scrotum, kneading me with wicked passion.


“You have no power over me you foul creature of the abyss. The power of God is above you” I spat at her and she laughed hysterically again, rolling my balls harder in her hands.


She stepped back and pointed her hands at me and I felt this unreal heat engulf my body, burning me all over. I groaned out and she laughed again, amused at my discomfort. She then moved on me and tore my smock from my body in one swift swipe, revealing my gaunt body to light. I would have been naked but for a loin cloth covering my manhood. She jerked the loin cloth from my waist to make me stark naked and I despaired for my faith in the hand of this invidious daemon.


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-Can we meet you?

My name is Rosalie Banks. I am writer of erotica. A Leo and a practicing Buddhist; I express my imaginations through my art, contained in graphic details in my books.

-How many books have you authored till date?

I have written three sequels of five short stories each. My first release is titled Naked Rose Series about a vixen heroine I created to explore the wild aspect of music videos and celebrity lifestyles. The series are named after seasons and also has a bonus story called Birthday Bang where I fantasized on a favorite star of mine. They are all available on and all online bookstores for those who wants to know the foundation of feminarchy-my creed of sexual freedom for women.

My second offering is titled Exotic Fruits Series, comprising another five titles. Exotic Fruits Series introduces my greatest creation till date, an heroine called Carla Jakes who is an hybrid of James Bond and Pamela Anderson. In explosive five titles, we are acquainted with a slut killer trained by the CIA to execute America’s enemies of state.

The sequel to this series is entitled Exotic Flavor Series, comprising five hot titles named after America’s favorite flavors. I leave it to the readers to feedback on these books as I gave it a gothic feel that many readers will react to. Sexy, sharp and suspenseful, Carla Jakes will make readers fall in love with her.

Presently, I worked with two writers to author an anthology of short stories. Titled BONDAGE and strictly written on BDSM themes, it is a racy book that I was delighted to be part of. I have no doubt readers will shiver to read the book, pinning for more.

-What inspires your artistry?

I draw inspiration to write from a lot of things. Depending on the book, I like to explore my characters and plots till they sharp edged; so to find inspiration I do or seek different things. It could be a book I read, a news clip, a movie; even road side gossip can form the kernel of a stoty I write. I enjoy serenity of a deserted beach or park when planning for my stories. Cemeteries too when I want the work to be gothic and eerie.

-Who are your favorite authors?

Oh I have a lot. I love Annie Rice’s sensual prose. I enjoy reading Michael Crichton; he is the best American brand for me (after Rosalie Banks of course, she smiles). I love Ernest Hemingway, Richard Wright, James Hadley Chase, Agatha Christie, Sidney Sheldon, J.R.R Tolkien. Edgar Allan Poe, William Blake, the Scripture and many others I can’t fully recount. I read a lot so I have many authors I dig and some I don’t.

-What about your favorite movies?

I am a visual person so I love movie with color and twists. I have seen quite a lot too. Pulp Fiction, Dornie Darko, Legend of the Fall, King Kong, Coming To America… but above all, I think my most favorite movie of all time is a French flick I saw years ago with the title “In all innocence”. I’m still looking to see that movie again.

- So if Rosalie Banks isn’t writing what else does she do?


I love taking long walks across beaches. I love to sit under the maple tree at the front of my father’s house in Illinois to watch the birds. I love to read thrillers in the dark. I love looking through book stacks in libraries, vacillating on the ones to pick. I love to sun bath in the nude. I love to make love.

-Are you working on any new project?

Yes I am working on my debut full length novel titled ‘Gomorrah-The Apocalypse’. This is modeled on the story of Sodom and Gomorrah in the bible but set in modern day New York. By the sidei am also working on the sequel to Carla Jakes mission-eroticas. Titled Exotic Designs, it promises to be panties wetting and tingling experience for the exotic series fans.

Also I just completed my story for another anthology edited by Calvin Smith. It is titled Halloween Haunts in the book GOTHIC GROVELS. America will be shocked by that book when it is released. That’s it for now.

-If I may ask, why does Rosalie Banks seem to hide her identity? Your picture on your author’s page is a mystery just as on other social media platforms. Why the mystery?

Well, the mystery can’t be helped. Personally, I love the mystique attached to my identity as an author of erotica. It not only protects my social standing as a smut writer in our very puritanical world; it also affords my fans an opportunity to fix their preferred images to my face. I could be fat, slim, ugly or cute but they all know I’m a wild writer and that for me is everything. To me im,age is nothing, art is everything.

-What is your take on e-book explosion as well as indie author’s opportunity to excel in the competitive market?

E-reading is the future of literature; therefore the explosion we see in the publishing industry is only natural accompaniment to the change. Nowadays, everybody reads on their phones, tablets and various e-devices and the trend will continue into the future. And to me, erotica is the hottest market out there. Better than porn in more ways than ten.

-Finally, any words for your numerous fans?


I wish all my fans happiness and love. Make love with passion. Read my erotica with abandon. And most of all, get the latest copy of your favorite girl’s book called BONDAGE. It is selling fast on And make sure you review it without holding anything back. See you soon. Thank you

-Thanks for your time Ms. Banks

Thank you too



Transported to the stage on the wings of an angel, lean and white like a wraith, Micheal Jackson, stood in his signature pose, hand on the crotch. Below, ululation of a million besotted and crazy fans surged into heavens; all adoring the man more than a man; a maverick of dance; an enigma of our time called MICHEAL JACKSON…

Many of the fans and admirers who wondered who the man behind the mask really was are given an objective look into his legendary life in a new book titled MJ-Misunderstood written, without authorization, by a freelance journalist John John Perry. Get the juicy gists in the book available for download on Amazon Kindle Store, Smashwords Store, Barnes and Noble and all online bookstores…


“Time to put me in my purificatory throes, Mariams.”

Abdul Malik stepped forward and held his back straight, looking lost and helpless in the glory of his full and furious manhood. Michele, learned like her mate in Arabian erotic mystiques, fell on her knees in front of his stiff cock while Carla stood behind him with a twined camel whip in hand, poised to strike. Then with a practiced swipe of her hand Carla began to lash at him just as Michele sucked him hard in front. Whip! Whip! Whip! So did the camel leach strike on Abdul Malik’s back, leaving welts across his back and buttocks, splashed in a moment with blood. He groaned under the erotic torture, grabbing at Michele’s head to jerk violently on his hard rock cock, asking for more from Carla as the pain seared through his skin to titillate him.

“More. Faster. Harder. Yes this is it. This is paradise. I am in paradise. Deeper. Lash me faster Mariam. Suck me harder.”

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Did you know Jesus died at the age of 33 years? He died on a tree reputed to be Cedar of Lebanon. Is it true or false that lasting redemption is sought through Nature? For the bold searchers of truth, a mystic has revealed in lyric verses the mysteries behind 33 anointed trees of the world. Avant garde, poignant, thought provoking….THIRTY-THREE TREES will move you deeply in fellowship with the earth… Buy it on amazon and Store


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