Books by Allen Dusk

Shady Palms by Allen Dusk
Gritty Splatterpunk
Diverse Desires by Allen Dusk
Short Twisted Erotic Tales
The Girl Alone by Allen Dusk
Interactive Erotic Serial Fiction

 

Anthologies Featuring Allen’s Stories

Libidinous Zombie from Stupid Fish Productions Contains Allen’s short
“Damaged Melody”
The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica from Cleis PressContains Allen’s short
“Shades of Desire”
Canopic Jars: Tales of Mummies and Mummification from Great Old Ones PublishingContains Allen’s short
“Wrappings and Rapture”
Horror-tica from Cruentus Libri PressContains Allen’s short
“Serial Peeper”
Peep Show Vol.2 from SST PublicationsContains Allen’s short
“Pixie Cut”

Recent Updates from Allen


Wrappings and Rapture, a Free Excerpt

I wander lost through the desert mirage of her eyes. My throat so parched words no longer come forth. Light gleams from her eyes, their brightness more intense than the midday sun. My flesh boils wherever her gaze sets focus. Evil spirits peer through from doorways, though the light green shades painted upon her eyelids ward their shadows away.

Her face hovers close enough that every warm breath she expels caresses my cheek. Her lips glisten with each passing circle of her tongue. Scenarios of her mouth descending upon my most intimate regions consume all my cognition.

If only I could tell her how she infatuates me, she would certainly swoon into my arms. She would be bestowed with all the privileges of a queen. Temples would be raised in her honor, where priests would kneel in worship of her elegance. Servants would tend to her every whim and I would privately cater to her every intimate desire.

If only I could tell her how much I loved her.

If only I were not dead.

Rudy's rising voice distracts my captivation. In he walks wearing his usual blue jacket, and a badge bearing his likeness. For an instant I envision him as he was five years ago; hair more red than silver, a strong stance with good posture. That was before his wife died, before devotion to his job became the sole remnant sustaining his life. His gray hair appears a little thinner today, his pants a tad tighter.

"Gather around everybody. I want to tell you about one of our proudest guests here at the Arkham Natural History Museum." He gathers his flock with an exaggerated wave. "The mummy in the case before us is none other than the great Pharaoh Snowfrue. His body and the treasures you see in this room were all discovered inside a secret tomb below the Red Pyramid in Giza. Even after years of study we still have much to learn about the time when he ruled Egypt."

If I still had eyes in my sockets I would have rolled them. Snowfrue, really? My name is Sneferu. Is that so difficult to pronounce? I ruled my land for over 50 years, and that tablet over there clearly states that I built far more than the Red Pyramid. Just look at it, you illiterate.

Peeking from behind his mother's thigh, a curly-haired brat sticks his tongue out at me. How dare he disrespect my majesty with such a disgusting gesture! At one time I would have had both him and his parents lashed with reeds for such blasphemy. In my current state I am powerless to do anything but stare. If only I were able to wave a single finger at him, and send him screaming down the hall.

"Let me introduce you to one of our conservators here at the museum." Rudy points his wiry finger at the object of my desire. "This is Lillian and she, well…do you have a moment to speak with the tour group about what you do, or are you busy right now?"

She turns from me, her dark hair caressing my skin, her perfume haunting my desire. A smile lifts her lightly freckled cheeks. "Sure thing, Rudy. You know I always have time for you."

Curiosity focuses their eyes upon her. Jealously smolders within my bandaged chest. My crooked neck, compressed from decay, leaves me no option to trail her. Rather I must gawk across the hall where ceramic jars filled with my organs are on display. The withered husk of my liver clings to the sides of a jar which has been cleanly cut in half for all to see.

"Hello Everybody! My name is Lillian Howell, and I'm the principal conservator for the Grand Hall of Pharaohs exhibit here at the Arkham Museum. Basically I'm responsible for restoring and preserving all of the over two hundred artifacts we have on display. Right now, as you can see, I'm repairing a few wrapping on this mummy. He's over 4,000 years old, so he's very fragile."

Every set of eyeballs glides my way, and every second of this public spectacle humiliates me for its own eternity. The objects gripped in their hands blind me with flashes of bright light.

"Does anybody have any questions?" Lillian turns an ear their way.

"What do you use to preserve the mummy?" A broad woman with no neck barks from her flowered tunic. "I mean, aren't they already preserved?"

"That's a great question, thank you. Primarily I use paper made from Japanese mulberry trees and a special paste to reinforce weak spots. Sometimes I also use papier-mâché and color it to match. Even though we keep him inside a glass case, for some reason dust still slips past the seal, so from time to time I need to carefully brush away the build-up. Any other questions?"

"Do you know how the mummy died?" The red-headed child steps forwarded, his pudgy jaw hanging in awe.

"We don't know exactly, but medical researchers from Miskatonic University performed a number of tests on his body, which show that he may have been poisoned."

My soul cringes again, even though I have heard the story recounted hundreds of times during my tenure on display. My sweet Lillian recounts the words of fools which are nothing more than a plague of inaccuracies.

So, how did I actually die? How did I come to find myself on exhibit in a foreign land? Step closer, you pack of commoners, so Pharaoh may whisper the truth from his withered lips.



Canopic Jars: Tales of Mummies and Mummification
Wrapping and Rapture
by Allen Dusk

"Wrappings and Rapture" was Allen's contribution to an "invite only" H. P. Lovecraft themed anthology that expressly focused on mummies. In addition to this story, there are 29 other amazing tales of mummies and mummification in Canopic Jars.

Here is the official blurb from the publisher:

“From a filmmaker’s perspective, these stories are truly cinematic, with compelling plots and well-drawn characters … It’s anthologies like these that will inspire a new generation of storytellers and keep the current ones working overtime to move and entertain.”

 

Grab your copy today!
Wrappings and Rapture is available in
Canopic Jars: Tales of Mummies and Mummification

The Girl Alone - Now Online

The Girl Alone Cover by Allen DuskThe Girl Alone is finally here! Last Sunday I dropped the first chapter of my new erotic serial, as promised. For the next 26 Sundays I will be posting a new chapter online. For those of you who can't stand the wait, the eBook and paperback will be available around Spring 2016.

Some people have asked why I chose to post this story online. In many ways it is an experiment. The return of serial fiction has gathered my interest, but I don't believe in charging people one chapter at a time. I've also been looking to expand my readership, so I thought this could attract some more fans who like dark, mysterious erotica. As with most of my projects, something smaller, is usually the way I practice for something larger. My short story Last Call was my first foray into contemporary erotica with no horror, no science fiction, just two people fucking in a Tiki bar, but it was also preparation for The Girl Alone. If I didn't include some darker themes in the final product, I think  would disappoint my readers, and myself. I like to keep people guessing, and I like to keep guessing how I'm going to get to the ending I've imagined.

Am I worried about losing rights? Not at all. Am I worried about people stealing my work? It's the year 2015. People are going to be complete dicks and steal your hard-earned work. It's just a fact, and if writers spend all of their time cowering behind fears, then they'll never gain the thing they really want: readers. I want readers. That's why I'll also be posting the story on JukePop, which is a free online site that specializes in serial fiction. I may even post the story in a few more places as time passes by.

One of the coolest thing's I'm looking forward to all the extra stuff I am planning for The Girl Alone website. I'll have postings about my inspiration for the project, all the media I've created to help spread the word, and even a playlist for people to rebuild the atmosphere of Club Tryst.

Now the fun part is here. Gabby, my star of The Girl Alone will slowly reveal herself chapter by chapter. Hopefully she'll intrigue you, and keep you coming back for the weeks to come. There will also be contests and prizes - OH YES THERE WILL! Readers will help me spot typos...some intentional...and receive special stickers and buttons as rewards. Those who post photos of themselves with those stickers, and buttons, or even the website, may win autographed books or audio downloads.

It's going to be a fun ride, and in the end, we'll all be dancing with the Devil. Visit GirlAlone.AllenDusk.com and subscribe for free.

 

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