• Supernatural

    Stranger Than Lust

    Julia was buried in numbers, reports, and deadlines that sucked every last bit of color from the world. Thirty-four years old, green eyes, beautiful. Her cubicle, a gray box on the tenth floor of a soulless building, was the portrait of monotony: stacked papers, a blinking monitor, and a clock reading 12:03. Lunch time. While her coworkers headed to the cafeteria, Julia locked her screen, slipped in an earbud to keep up appearances, and opened her phone. Destination? An erotic story website—her secret oasis, where five minutes of reading could turn an unbearable day into something… alive. She just wanted a quick relief, a heat rising between her legs that…

  • Dayana´s family,  Mr. Steve

    The Irresistible Proposal

    This story is a continuation and contains spoilers from this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/28/closing-the-deal/ I recommend that you read it first to make it easier to read and understand this one. The first time you open a drawer you shouldn’t, it’s tough, it sticks, but by the second time, it glides easier, and from the third time on, you don’t even think about whether you should open it—you just do. Obsession. That’s what it’s called. By the poolside, on that sun-soaked morning, Steve was consumed by the memory that drove him to buy the mansion. He’d been seduced, raw and unfiltered, by the realtors—a mother and daughter—who tapped into his deepest, dirtiest…

  • Dayana´s family,  Mr. Steve

    Closing the Deal

    In front of the mansion, a beautiful young blonde waved at the driver, signaling this was the right place. “This is it,” said Mr. Steve, a highly successful man in his early fifties. This was where the driver should drop him off. He stepped out of the car and walked toward the mansion’s entrance—only then realizing there were two blondes. The one who waved appeared to be in her forties, blue-eyed and stunning. She wore a stylish blue blazer, maintaining the formal air expected from a luxury real estate agent. The other, much younger, equally blonde and blue-eyed, was just as beautiful, but dressed in a gray suit. “Hello, Mr.…

  • Scepter of Manfred

    White Queen

    How would I define myself? A warlock. I admit, I’m a mediocre one. I don’t create my own spells or magical artifacts. My specialty lies in researching those crafted by true warlocks. Researching spells and magical objects is my passion, and in that, I must say—I excel. Magic, at the level I practice it, isn’t something you can just Google. You have to dig through dusty shelves in used bookstores, know the worth of scribbled annotations in the margins, and, in some cases, uncover hidden treasures in antique shop attics. Luckily, it doesn’t cost me much. Most people are ignorant of magic and dismiss its value. They don’t realize what…