Until the spooky, icy eve of that most chilling of all nights,
Halloween, is here and gone in a half of a blink, we are going to treat you to
a haunting, a romance we created just for the readers of Dawn's blog.
Don't miss a week or you will never resolve the mystery of
the spooky specter.
Don't forget to turn off the lights, it's the only way to
get the full effect of our haunting little sweet treat.
Enjoy!
SEXY SPOOKY SPECTER
PART 1
Mari jiggled the lock until the door of the old mansion
finally gave way. It was one of those
gorgeous ole style southern dwellings draped with cobwebs, dust laden
chandeliers and sheet covered furnishings, which Mari surmised must be
antiques. Somehow, through, a
great-great aunt she had never met and didn't even think was a blood relation
had given it all, including the 20 acres of the estate, to her upon her
death. Mari intended to sell it, for
there was no way she could afford the upkeep on her special needs tutoring salary,
but then she discovered she also inherited enough money to keep the manor it if
she wanted. It was tempting, for she was
a loner and this was on a cliff and fairly far from the closest town.
She had the water turned on, the electric was working, and
she planned to stay the week and hunt for treasures, before making a decision. However, the moment she managed a shower
after a meal of canned soup and crackers, the electricity went out. Not willing to go lumbering about in the dark
and find the circuit breakers. Morning
would come soon enough, she lit a few candles, giving the bedroom she had
chosen to call her own, a warm, romantic feel.
Looking about she decided to see more of her room. First, she lit a fire and an oil lamp that
luckily still had oil in it. Then she
explored while still in her towel, and water dusted body. The towel barely covered her lush body,
curves that Marilyn Monroe would envy and legs only slightly longer than the
modern day model Gisele Bundchen. Normally, Mari was shy and hid under layers of
clothes, but she was alone and for this week, this was her home, and if she
liked it, she'd stay.
Using the oil lamp, she studied the dresser and chairs, the
armoire, and the canopy bed. As she
admired the room, she noticed one tattered sheet draped upon what appeared to
be a portrait, leaning against the wall rather than on it. Pulling the material only half away, she
gasped softly at the painting of an exceptionally handsome man. He seemed to be dressed in clothing from what
she suspected was one of the ole war eras.
Longish dark hair stopped just above his collar, sharp, sharp
golden brown eyes with a hint of mischief blazed from a very manly face. He had chiseled cheeks, a firm jaw and a
cockiness that transcended time and seemed to burst from the painting. Despite his dated clothing, the artist
managed to give the suggestion of defined muscles beneath the man's garb. Hard shoulders, defined pics, and on very
close inspection she noted the extra pout to his very kissable mouth, as if he
had been caught in a moment of think about kissing a girl hard and long.
"Cheeky artist," Mari said aloud, blushing a bit
at her suddenly rich and very audible tone.
She laughed at first, and then she gasped as a severe and intense
arousal invaded her. Mari usually kept
such emotions tightly secure, but her initial alarm vanished and with fingers
that didn't even seem like her own, she touched the brush strokes of the man’s painted
lips. She studied the man passed the
point where the frame ended and envisioned what was underneath, long hard legs,
an apex that throbbed with steel flesh.
She wondered if she had been part of his world, if he'd be shocked if
she licked and sucked the straining beast.
She winked at the long gone hunk. "Pity, I haven't had a little romp for ages. Wouldn't mind one, would you?" The words didn't sound like her and yet she
felt freedom in that and laughed again as she spun about, posed saucily and winked
once more.
She tilted her head and stared for long moments, remembering
some of the history of the house. It had
passed through a variety of owners over the years, but oddly all had been
single women. Yet, the original owner,
had been a man, a gentleman of worth and note.
Courageous, the realtor had said, fought bravely to make their land
free. There was something about him
marrying a bar maid, creating a scandal.
Neither of the lovers cared. They
loved beyond loving and vowed to never leave each other, yet soon after the
wedding she had gone missing. He had
died several years afterward still searching for her. Legend had it that even in death, he still hunted.
"I'm not afraid of a little ole ghost," she had
told the realtor.
"From what I heard, you shouldn't be," the realtor
returned with a teasing lilt to her tone.
"I heard he is very, very friendly.
That is why every woman who ever bought the house had never left."
It was a strange conversation, and Mari would have turned it
over a bit more in her mind but it had been a long day and she was ready for
bed.
She dropped the damp towel covering her lush naked body,
intending to be fully unlike herself and totally naughty by slipping into bed
without anything between her and those silky sheets.
However,
before she could move, someone grabbed her from behind, spun her around and
began to savagely kiss her, a bold tongue parted her mouth wide, and he viscous
assaulted her mouth with brutal, ravenous forays. She felt his strength, his body pressed hard
about her. She tasted wine on his breath
and smelled an earthy captivating scent on his person. Only, there was no person. No one at all!
For part two, join us next week!
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