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 the conclusion of a haunting, a romance we created just for the readers of Dawn's blog.
If you missed any of it, you'll find Part I on October 17 and Part II on October 24.
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 III
Her name coming out of the empty air like that nearly felt
like a icy cold drenching water .
Nearly, mind you. The momentary sane
thought should have provoked terror. It
did, but it only lasted a second, maybe two.
The burning agony of needing to climax, needing him in her when she
climaxed, needing an orgasm so bad she would have signed over her every
possession including her heart, burned terror away like a bonfire consuming a
leaf.
"You're a ghost...aren't you," came out again in
those tattered little huffs of air.
"A specter to be true, but you feel me, do you
not? You want me, do you not? And the more you have me, the more real I
will become."
His words were muddled.
She barely heard him. What were
words when touch said so much more. She
couldn't listen. Even his fist wasn't
enough, it barely touched her swollen nub, just little teases that drove her
insane. She wanted his shaft, and wanted
it now, probably would want it later, would want in every opening she possessed,
and not just once but again and again.
She wanted to be his sex doll. His toy.
She never wanted to stop. "Ah
hell, I don't care if you're the headless horseman, do me. Do me now!
Now!" Who was this woman who
spewed words like that about as if it were part of her everyday
vocabulary? Who was this person whose
need exceeded her will in every way? She
didn't care. She cared only about this
moment, this specter, this feeling.
"Do it now!" she demanded again.
And he did. He lifted
her other leg around his unseen waist and plunged his invisible rod deep inside
her. She was wet enough to take it, take
every bit of it, and that somehow surprised her, that something so unreal could
feel so huge and so very good.
Mari wasn't a one night stand sort of person. She was very fastidious when choosing a
lover, and wasn't quick about jumping into bed.
She believed in relationships and with the amount of diseases floating
about, she practically screened her to-be-partner back to his first kiss. She also was very lady like, very soft
spoken, not at all like the vampish
wench tossing out intimate demands as if she were the madam whore of a nasty
drinking hole at some down under pub. Somehow,
though, it felt right.
Legs wrapped around his waist, He was pumping like a
freaking jackhammer, his fingers buried on her bottom cheeks squeezing hard,
his lips sucking the breath from hers, and her as open and free as a slut,
seemed fully right and perfect. For the
first time in all too long, without the use of her super-hyped vibrator, she
found herself reaching for an orgasm.
She tossed her head back from his lips.
She screamed a string of curses with a few, "Harder. Deeper.
More," thrown into the mix.
Suddenly her back was against a wall, and her one leg was
tossed over his shoulder, spreading her even wider. She hadn't realized he wasn't entirely inside
her, she realized it now. He drove so
deep, it hurt. He spread her so wide, it
hurt. He pounded so hard, it hurt. His cock rubbed her clit so raw, it
hurt. And she loved it. She couldn't spread herself wide enough for
him, open herself enough, give of herself enough.
Faster and faster he drove into her until she was totally
incoherent, until her world died and her clit became a swollen hard nub that
reached and reached and finally contracted against his surges. It was one long, endless contraction,
followed by another and another. It
lasted forever, and when it was over it wasn't really over, for tiny smaller
contractions ravished her body. She
pulsated against the wall as if her entire being was one giant orgasm.
Finally, she felt herself being lifted onto the bed. Felt the mattress indent next to her and his
non-existent hand moving over her heaving chest and slightly rounded belly.
"I found you, m'Mari.
I will always find you as you always find me. You'll grow old here and die, and then you
will come back again."
It finally made sense, a veil was lifted. At that moment, she felt herself being
flipped over. He forced her buttock in
the air, pressed her cheeks apart. She
screamed when he penetrated her in one quick motion, but then she began to
match his frantic pumping motion. She
was ready again. She wanted again. She needed again. Because she understood. It had been a long time since they had been
together this time. The elderly woman
before her had died 27 years before.
Now, Mari had reincarnated into this new body as she had been
reincarnating since she had been first taken from her love and died almost
within the year.
There against the wall, the other side of the sheet fell
away from the rest of the picture, and she recognized herself, not as she
looked now, but as she looked then, gypsy midnight black dark hair, nearly
translucent blue eyes, the buxom bar wench that married a gentleman of the
upper crust, and then was kidnapped by his family and sent far away to a
brothel.
She had learned a lot in that brothel and in each new life,
she offered all she learned to her husband, her very own spooky sexy specter.
The End
Hope you this was a HAPPY HALLOWEEN TREAT! And guess what, no calories!
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