Hot House.
I needed a vacation.
After renting a cabin, I go off-grid to focus on me. Someone’s watching me. It can’t be the owls in the tree. No one else is here.
Only the house.
When the night falls, it starts. The house comes alive and it’s touching me in all the best ways.
What can a house do to defile me?
This is a short horror erotica. There is no romance. It’s just a house. This story contains scenes only for adults.
I needed a vacation.
After renting a cabin, I go off-grid to focus on me. Someone’s watching me. It can’t be the owls in the tree. No one else is here.
Only the house.
When the night falls, it starts. The house comes alive and it’s touching me in all the best ways.
What can a house do to defile me?
This is a short horror erotica. There is no romance. It’s just a house. This story contains scenes only for adults.
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