Convalescence by Maynard Sims
Ooh, a creepy Gothic kind of chiller tale… with a twist that can be seen coming from a mile away.
Ooh, a creepy Gothic kind of chiller tale… with a twist that can be seen coming from a mile away.
A pleasant story, but the author seems to be on a mission to cram as many details in as few sentences as possible.
Why have a Domme if she’s just going to be Bridget Jones in a leather corset?
Once again, America will save the world. After it cleans up some mess in its closet first, of course.
There are lovely moments here, but the whole story doesn’t come together as well as I’d have liked.
This is almost a four-, maybe five-oogie read, only to sink into dire wretchedness in its second half. Oh, what a waste.
Evil clowns are always adorable, but this one lacks that special kind of creep factor to make it memorable.
This story ends up being a little too neat and tidy for its own good.
This isn’t the most exciting or refreshing thing ever, but it may just be a decent comfort read.
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