Supernatural Seductions



When Jeannie and her husband buy a house in the country, they can’t wait to fulfill their lifelong dream of opening a bed and breakfast. But as she prepares to launch her new business, she finds herself seduced by a paranormal entity dedicated to delivering sexual pleasures beyond her wildest fantasies. Confused and somewhat afraid, Jeannie is torn between wanting the entity out of her home and craving more orgasmic encounters with her ghost lover.

Warning: Supernatural Seductions (13,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, anal sex in the shower, a thwarted paranormal investigation, and a brief art history lesson.

EXCERPT:

I was half asleep, and I felt a little tickle on my toes. I was lying on my back, and I opened one of my eyes to see if I could get a glimpse of whether or not this thing was real. But there wasn't anything there, and yet I felt fingers playing in between each of my toes.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, and not worry so much about what was there. I felt my legs being caressed gently. Fingers danced up and down both of my legs at the same time. I was at peace and my whole body tingled. I wanted more of this—a whole lot more.

And boy oh boy, did I get it that night.

I felt my legs gently being pried apart and sensations dancing up and down my inner thighs. I moaned. That's when I heard it again. It was that voice—as plain as day and as surely as I'm talking to you right now—and it said "I want you. I really want you." It was a low, male voice. I shook my head a little bit in disbelief. I could explain away the feelings, just brush them off as my imagination. But hearing this voice again? I couldn't explain that.

The voice slowly repeated its demands: "I. Want. You."

I guess I should've been scared out of my mind at that point, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warm feelings I had. I arched my back and looked at my nipples as they perked up, longing to have someone pinch them, suck them, knead them between horny fingertips. That was my way of saying yes. Whoever you are or whatever you are, I don't care right now. I just want you to take me. I just want you to do to me what you want to do to me.

I sighed and enjoyed the imaginary fingers that slowly caressed my inner thighs. I tilted my head back against my pillow and moaned softly. Then I felt the fingers opening up my pussy lips, exposing me to the still and nippy air in the room. I felt like a Georgia O'Keeffe flower blooming, opening, blossoming in the ecstasy of that exquisite touch. I was wide open for a finger circling the tip of my clit, slowly rubbing me clockwise, and then counterclockwise. I gulped. I couldn't believe what was happening. This was like masturbation on steroids. My vibrators and dildos could do a lot, but they couldn't arouse me quite like this.


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