Wicked Wednesday 284: Telephone (Textual Context)

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It was an unknown number that popped up with the text message.”Hello sweet girl.” She frowned at the message and replied, “Who is this?” It took a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it did the picture was of a handsome man she recalled having met at a recent gathering. She had not, however, given him her number, nor given him any inclinations that she was interested. So how had he gotten her number (a friend) and why was he interested in her?

“Because, my dear, you intrigue me. And I like a good puzzle. You seem so tough on the outside, all brash and wild, but I think, on the inside, you want someone to hold you close and let you relax and perhaps even submit.”

“And I think you’re fucking crazy.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Are you willing to take that chance though? Or would you rather miss out?”

“I’m not missing out on anything, thank you.”

Every few days the pair shared a message exchange with him trying to cajole her into meeting with him, at least for coffee. He wanted to sit down with this woman and talk to her. He learned bits and pieces about her through text messages, like guessing her favorite color one day or finding out that she had a cat. Little, trivial things. Eventually he expected he’d wear her down or she’d block his number, but he never knew which. After several months of their back and forth she agreed to meet him for coffee, but only coffee. She pulled up to the shop and walked in glancing around to see if he had beat her there. She didn’t see him so she turned to leave as she figured her attempt had been made. Not her fault he wasn’t there at the agreed upon time. She spun on her heel only to bump right into him. And the picture he’d sent did not even come close to doing him justice. He was taller than her with dark, commanding eyes and short black hair. She wasn’t exactly short and her hair was blonde and punky with flashing hazel eyes. He grinned. “Leaving so soon?”

He took her arm and steered her to a table before going up to get coffee for them. He had learned she liked a good mocha with double whip cream. His choice was a more basic latte. When he returned he sat down and simply stared at her for a long moment. She arched an eyebrow and then very deliberately ran a finger through the whipped cream on her drink, sucking it off her finger, never breaking eye contact with him. He smiled. “See, brash indeed, your haircut says you’re a little wild, but that, that right there just calls for someone to bend you over their knee for a good spanking.” “I don’t think so,” her words were sharp and biting and made him chuckle. The rest of the date was full of such back and forth.

When her phone dinged shortly after she got home and she saw it was him she audibly groaned. Sure, she was attracted to the man, but she wasn’t the submissive type and she knew it. But she couldn’t help a smile when she saw it.

“Did you make it home OK sweet girl?”

“Of course I did. I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t handle herself alone.”

Again messages were exchanged and they learned more about one another as well as slowly becoming more intimate with him pushing and she finding herself wanting to answer. She didn’t think about what this might mean. She didn’t want to so she shoved it from her mind and pretended it was all a game. Little did she know how big the stakes were.

One day a multi-hued bouquet of carnations showed up at her job with a note. ‘Dinner. Tonight. 6:30 PM at the Landmark. The Landmark, she thought; he was really pulling out all the stops suddenly, but she wasn’t missing up a chance for a good order of Clams Casino so she freshened up after work and was waiting at the restaurant in her car by 6:20. At 6:25 he tapped on the window and she slid from the car. They enjoyed a nice dinner without quite so much sniping back and forth this time, just real conversation and at the end of the night he issued her a challenge. “So, I know you’re not submissive from what you keep telling me, but if I dared you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and bring them back to me at this table, what would you say?” She stared him down evenly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.” He threw his head back laughing for a minute. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?” “I’m sure,” came the dry response. And then a quieter, “Thank you for the flowers, they were lovely.” “I’m glad you liked them,” he smiled and they left to go their separate ways.

Again he checked to see if she made it home OK and again she had a scathing response ready. At this point even she enjoyed their repartee, even if she occasionally found him infuriating. They began to see one another with more frequency and finally during a walk through a local hiking trail he pushed her against a tree and gave her a split second to say no before he kissed her. There was no thought to her actions, but her arms were around his neck almost instantly and holding onto him. They were both a little shocked when he pulled away from her. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” She just shrugged and kept walking, a response he had expected. But as they came back through he pushed her against the same tree and kissed her again, refusing to let her just walk away from it this time. He traced his hands down the sides of her body. “Come home with me. Just say yes sweet girl.”

She smiled at the nickname he’d given her and finally after months of waiting, she said yes.

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Kink of the Week – Halloween – (Haunted Fun)

Jack and Ann hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other, even while waiting in light for Fright World. It was supposed to be the scariest haunted house for miles and that’s why they picked it. Nothing like some sexy fun in a haunted house to spice up Halloween. They had taken a hayride to get there and then gone through a corn maze and enjoyed each other in the privacy of the maze as well. But it wasn’t quite enough.

Finally it was their turn to head into the haunted house. “Remember the rules folks. No touching, no smoking, no drinking, and no screwing around. Got it?” “Got it,” replied Jack with a smile while Ann nodded in agreement. “Well then, have a scary good time.” And the pair progressed into the attraction. Immediately they both started looking for places away from the tiny bit of light to hide out and the first one they found came in a small alcove after a couple of silly scares had popped out at them. Jack pulled Ann close to him for a kiss and slid his hands under her shirt to grope at her. She purred contentedly in his ear and let her head fall back when he began to kiss and nibble at her neck.

Without warning a mask wearing, chainsaw wielding, maniac comes popping out of the shadows, causing Ann to scream and Jack to quickly remove his hands from under her shirt as they once again began to move through the attraction. Ann took advantage of a particularly dark spot to give Jack a grope as well and the both laughed together before jumping at the murderously creepy clowns silently surrounding them on all but one side. Fleeing the clowns they ran across a rotting zombie next who clearly wanted one thing. Braiiiiinssss.

Another dark hallway and Jack pushed Ann against the wall for another kiss and grope, hoping they wouldn’t be disturbed this time. Ann made it as far as her knees and was looking around them to check for anything that might go bump in the night when a metallic sound came rushing towards them as another saw, this time grinding against the concrete floor with a hideous ghoul attached came right towards them. They laughed and ran again. Slowly they made their way through the haunted house taking time to stop and share kisses here and there only to get chased away by ghosts and goblins and evil talking dolls that sang their threats in eerie voices. By the time it was over, both of them were ready to explode with desire.

As the haunted house came to an end and they looped back out the exit, the barker gave them an evil grin. “I do hope our resident vampire didn’t give you a kiss, my dear,” alluding to the clear bite marks on Ann’s neck. She grinned back at him. “Maybe he did and maybe I liked it.” And the couple headed back to their car and home.

The level of teasing ratcheted up once they got into the car and soon Ann was leaned over in her seat with her mouth wrapped around Jack’s dick. He was trying hard to concentrate on his driving and every time they hit a bump it made her bounce a little, which felt so nice that Jack wished this was a bumpier road indeed. Finally he’d had enough and pulled off onto what he hoped was a deserted side road and pulled Ann out of the car with him, yanked her jeans and panties down, and bent her over the hood of the car.

He held her hips still, fucking her hard and fast as she squirmed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more. Ann gasped and shivered in the cool air and began to wail like a banshee as her orgasm overtook her. She wriggled her hips as best she could against Jack who only fucked his girl faster and harder. As fast as he could. He wanted to feel that pussy tighten around him again. Very soon he was rewarded with just that and Ann bucked her hips back against him, thrashing wildly about as she came a second time and then a third immediately after. He pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her to her knees and Ann quickly took his dick back into her mouth. She could taste the mixed flavors of them both and that only made her more eager. She wanted to taste his come as well and she sucked and licked and teased him until felt felt ready to explode. With a low hum she slipped her mouth all the way up to tip of his dick and sucked hard. Without fail she knew what set him off and this was one of his favorite feelings. He quickly emptied a hot load into her mouth, which she happily swallowed and then grinned at him. Suddenly they heard a car in the distance headed towards them and they fought to yank their clothes into place and bolted for the relative safety of the car.

Wicked Wednesday 282 – Mirror – (Reflections of a Woman)

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Lexi sighed and ran her hands down her body. She was curvy yes, but she was also chubby, no not chubby, fat in all the wrong places. Spinning around she looked over her shoulder at herself and let out another sigh. At least, she thought, her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely. But she certainly couldn’t see in herself what her boyfriend James seemed to see, not even when she stared at herself in the mirror as she was doing now. Another sigh escaped her and she wandered over to her closet trying to find something to wear for a casual date.

Finding nothing that appealed to her, she walked back over to the mirror and stared some more. “What does he see,” she whispered. Another round of staring at herself from any angle she could manage and she fell back onto the bed behind her, depressed, curious, and well aware that she was going to be late for her evening unless she got moving.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she muttered to herself as she got back up to take a stab at finding something to wear. They were just going bowling so she could get away with jeans she thought and slipped her favorite pair over her black lace boy shorts. Now to find a shirt. Hmm, that’s it. V-neck shirts always showed off her cleavage nicely and if James enjoyed the view so much then she may as well give him something to look at. She laughed as she swiped her lips in berry pink, grabbed her bag, and went to wait for James. His knock came at the door only moments later.

When she opened the door he enveloped her in a hug and a kiss before pulling away to smile at her. “You look ravishing as always.” And a s always, Lexi blushed a bit at his compliment, although she was getting a little better at accepting them. She still had those doubt though and tonight they were in full force just like they’d been on their first date. Lexi did her best to push them away, but she was pensive on the ride to the bowling alley, thinking about how she wasn’t exactly a ten on the attractiveness scale and how she measured up or didn’t measure up and generally tearing herself down despite how hard James was trying to help build her up. Those were her thoughts and when they reached the bowling alley, James stopped her from getting out and took her hands.

“Look Lexi, I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about the entire way here and I wish you could see what I do. You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it. And if my guess is correct, you agonized over what to wear all day and spent some time staring into the mirror and generally berating yourself for not being perfect or skinny. But I don’t care if you don’t measure up to the world’s vision of perfect. You’re my vision of perfect. OK?” She nodded trying not to cry at the sweet words and squeezed his hands. “You’re right, I’ve spent all day ruminating on how I look and how I fail to measure up and everything that comes to mind of that nature. I know I’m fat, I know not everyone is going to like me or want me or even be nice to me. I’ve experienced enough shame about my body to last a lifetime and it some ways it probably will. But you help me try to be better. Now let’s go bowling.”

The pair played a few lightly competitive games (they were both terrible bowlers it turned out) before James decided enough was enough. He stopped Lexi from setting up the next game and told her to stop and look across the room. He covertly pointed out that she was being watched by a man several lanes over. “That’s not disgust Lexi. He’s wondering if we’re together or if we’re just friends. He finds you attractive.” The moment she glanced up the man looked away quickly as though he’d been caught in the act. Lexi looked at James. “Seriously? We’re on a date and you’re pointing out guys checking me out?” He laughed softly. “I just want you to know that I’m not the only one in the world that finds you desirable my dear. That’s all.” He pulled her closer and gave her a rather possessive kiss. “Let’s go back to my place.”

They turned in their ugly rented shoes and left. Lexi began to anticipate having some fun with James, even though she was feeling extra insecure tonight. She almost dreaded taking her clothes off, although he’d seen her naked before and he hadn’t shied away. She was just too deep in her own head. She hoped she could relax.

James poured them both a glass of wine and watched Lexi drink hers more quickly than usual. He took it as a sing that she was eager for him and smiled. Perhaps his little speech in the car had some effect after all. He sat the glass aside and pulled her close to him for another kiss. Before too long her shirt was off and his clothing followed until they were both nude on his couch. James knelt down and kissed his way up Lexi’s legs, enjoying the feel of her skin and finding a sensitive spot just behind her right knee. They’d had sex, but he hadn’t gone down on her yet and that made her nervous too. What if he didn’t like her vulva or clit, what if she was just too fat there too? What if, what if what if?

And then he kissed her clit and she sighed gently. James smiled up at her although she wasn’t watching him and continued to tease her with small kisses, nibbles, and tiny licks here and there. He wanted her to ask for this. To relax enough to enjoy herself. Gradually her legs opened wider and she gathered up the courage to look down at him as he sucked gently at her. Their eyes met and she could see naked desire in his, while he saw the fear in hers. “You know we can always stop,” he reminded her. “I…I don’t want you to stop. Please…” He smiled at her again and finally, given permission, he fairly dove into her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders so her could bury his face against her skin.

Lexi shivered at the feelings he gave her and began to whimper and gasp, slowly getting louder and louder as she neared that edge. He murmured words that she couldn’t make out against her skin and the vibrations were enough. She arched her back, thrusting her body towards him as her orgasm took her breath away. James looked up at the satiated and wanton looking woman on his couch and grinned. He wondered if she knew he’d been telling her he loved her. He took her to bed then and took her over and over that night, always driving her to higher peaks than before.

Wicked Wednesday – Car Keys – (The Hunt)

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Marc swore softly to himself, then called out to his girlfriend, “Hey Cass, have you seen my keys?” “No idea hon!” came the half shouted reply from the other side of the house. But Cassandra did know where her keys were. She grabbed them and when she found Marc still looking and growing ever frustrated she left them jingle softly as they slipped into her bra. Marc looked up. “Did you find my keys?”

She grinned at him and ran her hands down her body. “You should come over here and find out.” He gave her a lewd grin and walked over to her, then walked around her, appreciating the view from the back as well as the front. “I think, my dear, that if you have my keys you’d best hand them over. “And I still think if you want them you should come get them.” And Cassandra skipped away laughing. Marc chased after her, his mood lightened somewhat and grabbed around the waist. He proceeded to check her pockets, making sure to squeeze her ass when her checked the pockets on the back of her jeans. While he was distracted with her ass, she leaned in and trailed a hot line of kisses along his jawline. He moaned and grabbed her ass harder, having completely forgotten about his keys for the moment.

Cassandra pressed herself against his body, hoping he couldn’t feel her keys and the slid down to her knees, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock from its denim prison. She stroked it gently for a minute making him groan and beg her for more. So she gave him more as she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob her head up and down sucking gently then harder. Marc fairly purred his appreciation, resting his hand on the back of her head while she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as she could while she sucked and licked at the same time. She wanted him to forget about his keys for now and it seemed to be working.

“Cass, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to fuck you.” A mumbled and muffled, “That’s fine. I want this instead.” reached his ears and he grinned as he looked down to see her pop the button on her own jeans to she could reach down to play with herself while she sucked him off. That made him moan and thrust his hips involuntarily. He could imagine the taste of her and wanted the real thing. And that’s what made him want to come more than anything. He growled softly and Cass knew he would come for her soon and she just wanted to taste him. His hips began to move in time with her sucking and she smiled to herself around the delightful dick in her mouth. Soon. Sooner than she thought as Marc suddenly froze mid-thrust and she could feel the hot salty liquid coating her mouth. She moaned happily her mouth still wrapped around him and that caused him to shiver and gently push her away. “No more Babe. I can’t handle it.” She smiled up at him and remained where she was. “So, are you gonna come find those keys now?”

He pulled her to her feet and deliberately began to feel her up wondering where she might have hidden his keys. Cassandra reveled in the feeling of his hands on her body and grinned as he grabbed her tits, but the keys never made a sound. Marc began to slowly strip her starting with her jeans where he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her mons as a promise of what would come later. Or perhaps sooner. He could smell her and it was distracting him from his keys again. Just a quick taste he thought, to tease them both, then he’d strip her down the rest of the way. Surely he’d find his keys then. And he moved her legs apart gently to get better access and swiped her tongue along her slit a couple of times. He looked up at her as she moaned breathily and kissed her there his tongue darting out once more. But he was a man on a mission and worked his way back up her body, slowly sliding her t-shirt up and trailing kisses as he went. Soon she was left in just her bra and he remembered that old game that girls would play with the boys, dropping the boy’s keys down their bras and daring the boys to come get them. He laughed triumphantly and reached into her bra, groping her as he did so, only to remove her keys instead. He looked confused for a moment then looked at her and began to laugh. “You little minx. You set me up!” Cassandra smiled at him. “Was it worth it?” He laughed again and picked her up only to deposit her on the couch on feet away and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. “Worth it,” He muttered as he buried his face between her thighs.

Pounding

Brandon felt warm hands squeeze his ass and sighed with pleasure. He loved having his ass touched and played with and even fucked. His wife Ali, knew this, and seemed quite ready to indulge him tonight. She ran her hands up his back and rubbed back down slowly. He’d had a long week and she knew this would help him relax. She gave him a relaxing massage, rubbing the almond oil into his skin and felt the tension begin to melt from his body. A smile crossed her face and she knew he’d be good and ready for her soon.

For his part, Brandon was indeed relaxing, just enjoying the feel of her hands on his body. He closed his eyes and began to drift, knowing that Ali’s plans for him wouldn’t include a nap and that she would wake him. While he dozed Ali stepped away and pulled the strap on harness over her hips, fitting it with Brandon’s favorite dildo. She grabbed the lube and ran her hands along Brandon’s ass again, this time closer to the puckered ring of his asshole. She’d had his attention in an instant as he lifted his head from the bed. She teased him her delicate fingers tickling him gently before applying a healthy dollop of lube to her fingers and then rubbing against his hole before sliding a finger past the tight ring, slowly moving it in and out. Brandon wiggled his ass a little at her and she gently smacked him with the other hand laughing she did so. “Be good for me so I can fuck you properly.” He laughed,”You’ll fuck me properly anyway if you know what’s good for you woman.”

Ali only smirked and eased a second lubricant covered finger into his ass, stretching him a little, fucking him harder. A low moan escaped his lips and she full out grinned. She knew if her wasn’t rock hard by now he would be soon. “Are you ready?” “More than ready, Babe.” Two finger slipped from his ass and the couple repositioned, him with his ass lifted into the air for her and her with her very own cock ready for his delicious ass. She gripped his him with one hand and the dildo with the other, guiding it into his ass. She went slow, knowing it was just a tease for him until she had buried herself as far as she could in his ass. Again he squirmed, but this time at the simple pleasure of being filled. She nodded and slowly moved in and out rocking her hips.

Brandon gasped and rocked his own hips in time with hers and she moved to begin fucking him m like she knew he wanted, harder, faster. Both of her hands gripped his hips hard and she gave him the pounding he wanted. Then, she stopped. Brandon swore softly until she spoke. “Are you hard for me? Do you want to come yet?” His answer was a groan and he bucked his hips backwards once more. Ali smiled at his eagerness. Handing him the bottle of lube she spoke, “Jack off while I fuck you. I want to hear you come with my cock in your ass.” She resumed her fucking and she could hear the slight sound of her husband’s lubed up hand stroking his cock. It turned her on and she continued fucking him varying the speed and pace at which she moved, wanting him to last as long as possible, want to bring him all the pleasure she could. He swore again at the feeling of being fucked and was pressing his ass against the dildo his wife was fucking him with, her “cock” she called it, which only made him hotter, and slid his hand along his cock slowly, wanting to prolong the orgasm that he could feel building. Ali shifted her angle ever so slightly and suddenly he could really, really feel that head of the dildo moving against him. “Right there, please right there. You’re gonna make me come.”

His wife never stopped moving and only tightened her grip on his hips. He might have marks later, but that was OK. Brandon moaned her name and increased the speed of his hand; he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself in a matter of moments and he hissed a sharp noise that Ali knew meant he was close. She reached around him and placed a hand over his, her movements slowing but not stopping and the sight of her hand over his helping him jack his cock was too much. He threw his head back and nearly screamed as he came. Ali fucked him through the orgasm gently then slid the dildo out of his ass. She stripped out of the harness and pulled her exhausted husband close to her. “More relaxed now?” He nodded, suddenly sleepy, and curled up in his wife’s arms as they cuddled together.

Kink of the Week – Handjobs

So I’m in my thirties and have never given a handjob in my entire life. I definitely skipped that part of the teenage fumbling “Sex 101” that many people seem to experience and when I asked my previous partner if they would teach me how I was turned down with a resounding no. So I’ve given up on learning how to give them.

I’ve heard it said that getting a handjob is like masturbating but with someone else’s hand and that the cognitive dissonance can be a little weird for a person. I’ve heard other people say there’s no point to handjobs with a partner and question their place as part of a healthy sex life, but I think that whether a penis owner is doing it themselves or having someone else do it for them, it can be an incredibly sexy and sensual thing to do. I imagine a tale of a “happy ending” at a massage parlor for instance and how illicitly sexy that might be. It might go something like this…

David had booked a massage at the place his friend Ken had recommended where he’d been assured that the service was top notch and out out of this world. He didn’t quite know what to expect from it, but when he arrived and was called back he knew to strip and cover himself with the sheet at least. He was ready to experiences the wonders of this place and hope it helped him be a bit less stressed out over work and life in general.

The pretty woman giving his massage grazed his rear end a few times as she worked his lower back but he was sure it was unintentional. Until she started massing him there too. It felt really good, although he wasn’t sure this was part of a typical massage and started to wonder about this place. As she asked him to turn over and began to massage his legs and working her way closer and closer to his groin he felt a stirring and started mentally going over baseball stats in his head. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by getting a hard on, but was struggling to avoid it as her talented fingers worked the tops of his thigh. She brushed against his penis once on accident though and David found himself in a losing battle. The game stats just weren’t cutting it. He apologized profusely to the woman who merely smiled at him, “Just relax David. It’s a normal response and a sign that your body is less stressed than before. Although if you like I could massage there too.” And her smile turned into a wicked little grin. “Wha? What?” He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right but when she began to move the sheet away from his body he realized she was serious. She watched him for any signs of protest and he stared right back, almost challenging her. He realized with a start that he did want this and when she asked again he let his head fall back with a murmured, “Please,” escaping his lips.

She wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick and began to spread the massage oil along the length of him, stroking and rubbing gently as she did so. Slowly her pace increased and she was stroking him hard enough to tug at the base of his dick on every up stroke and sliding her hand all the way to his balls on when she moved her hand down. Suddenly he felt a second hand cup his balls and squeeze gently as she stroked him and moaned softly, hoping no one could hear him. Rolling them between her nimble fingers she rotated her stroking hand around his shaft, back and forth before reaching up to take him with both hands, stroking in opposite directions as she did so. David’s hips lifted of their own accord and he noticed he was squirming and almost ready to beg for release when her movements changed and became faster, back to just one hand now. Stroke, stroke, stroke and David sighed with pleasure. This must’ve been what Ken meant by the service being so good. Without warning David’s hips twitched again once then twice as he felt his entire body tense up as he orgasmed, jets of come spurting from his dick and onto his belly or over her hand. He moaned again and close d his eyes briefly. He felt a towel across his belly as the woman cleaned up and when she before she turned to go she whispered softly in his ear, “Have a happy day.”

Wicked Wednesday 280 – Hologram (Ghostly)

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It was karaoke night at the bar and snippets of song filled the air while the groups of friends sat and talked about their own taste in music, including the holographic duets that they had seen recently. There was some laughter at the seeming inability of people to let the dead rest in peace. Somehow, ironically, a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill with holograms and the deceased performers came up. Names were gone over from Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley to more modern day artists like Michael Jackson. One of the girls, quieter than her friends, began to think about this holographic thing and pondered just how having sex with a hologram might work. Then Sylvie decided that by the very nature of a hologram it obviously wouldn’t be possible and laughed at her own flight of fancy. She was better off going to Graceland and trying to have sex with the ghost of Elvis. Hmmm, ghostly sex…now that might be a thing. Was it like masturbation without the effort?

The evening ended and everyone went their separate ways. Sylvie walked home still lost in thought about the idea of a sexy ghostly encounter. It wasn’t even Halloween yet! She decided that she must be a little odd, but no more so than the people who wrote horror themed erotica on the web. Reading it was what she thought of as one of her guilty pleasure. Surely no one would understand her fascination with ghosts and sex and how they intertwined.

Sylvie, still laughing at herself, settled into bed with her kindle for a little light reading before bed. Nothing a bit of good erotica and a good finger bang wouldn’t cure for her tonight. She read until she couldn’t help herself any longer and set the kindle aside and began touching her own naked body. She teased her breasts and nipples, tugging at them and wishing there was someone with her to suck and bite at them, but she very quickly reached between her legs, feeling her own wetness and began to rub and stroke just the way she liked. A soft moan escaped her lips and she slid one finger into her pussy, clenching around it gently as she fucked herself, for a moment, before adding another finger. Soon she had three of her finger buried in her pussy and her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit. An orgasm washed over her and she lay back and relaxed, temporarily sated.

Sometime later she woke to what felt like soft hands caressing her skin. She sighed happily and murmured at the feeling as those “hands” roamed across her skin teasing and gentle, stopping to do what felt like tug at her nipples. She finally wondered to herself if she was dream as she could see or hear anyone in the room with her. She resolved that this must be the case and so she closed her eyes again, letting herself enjoy the feelings. A soft whisper came to her. “Not a dream my dear, just the granting of a wish.” Sylvie started and her eyes flew open, but the room appeared to be empty save herself. This time she felt warm lips press against her forehead, then both cheeks before claiming her mouth in a cold but warm kiss. She gave in to the urge to kiss back and there was a sigh so something must be going right. Sylvie still couldn’t shake the dreamlike feeling she had.

After what seemed like ages of whispered breaths across her skin and delicate touches to drive her wild she opened her eyes and found a semi solid form sitting on her bed looking at her. She shrieked in surprise and sat bolt upright. “Who are you?” This time she knew she wasn’t dreaming. “I, my dear, am the ghost of your dreams,” came a soft, but deep voice, “and I’m here to fuck you just as you want.” Sylvie pinched herself then, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and the ghostly figure laughed at her. Tonight, I’m just as real as you are Sylvie.” His form solidified further and he could make out a handsome face, although there still wasn’t enough detail to his form to see the color of his eyes or hair. Just a translucent naked body that looked damn good for a dead man. Sylvie suddenly found herself quite wanting. “What’s your name?” “Pierce Andrews.” “What happened to you? Why are you here? How did you get here?” “Another time my dear. We shouldn’t waste this night.” And again she felt his touch though it was more solid than before and she just let herself relax into it as his hands found her most sensitive places. She felt his mouth, warmer now, sucking and biting at her neck and then trailing down along her breasts to her nipples. Sylvie moaned and arched her upper body off of her bed at the feeling and then gasped as she felt his fingers dip inside of her gently before coming back to circle her clit. She was immediately throbbing with desire just from that simple touch. In a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill she thought she’d marry this one and keep fucking him. He teased her clit while biting harder at and harder at her nipples until she cried out as she orgasmed from the combined stimulus. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

Then his cock slid inside her and it felt as warm and as real as any cock ever had and she gasped at the fullness of it. She didn’t notice that slowly he was starting to solidify slightly more and more until his weight pinned her to the bed. She suddenly found her herself staring into green eyes with a shock of dark brown hair that wanted to fall in his face. Instinctively she reached up to push it out of the way and lost her breath at the soft texture she felt under her fingers. Then she begged. “Please, please, Pierce, please fuck me.”

Pierce smiled and kissed her, loving the way she said his name and drove himself deeper into her body both of them crying out at the feeling. Soon they established a rhythm that left them both panting, although Sylvie wondered if ghosts really needed to breathe. Moments later she no longer cared as she orgasmed and then orgasmed again in quick succession. Soon she was fighting back screams as she received the fucking of her life from one who was long since dead.

Hours later Sylvie awoke and remembering her night she assumed it really was all just a dream. A very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. But then she shifted her body and feeling the bits of tenderness that felt like love bites along with that slightly tender feeling of a good hard fuck made her wonder after all. What really happened last night? And her mind wandered back to Pierce and if he would visit her again. She just knew her imagination was taking off on her until she saw the note.

“I enjoyed out time together. Au revoir.”

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