What would you do if the gateway to ecstasy was literally at your fingertips? Would you lock it up and throw away the key, denying yourself unbelievable carnal desires? Would you stick your toe inside the door, allowing yourself to sample these erotic experiences, but never completely indulging? Or would you barge through the portal to pleasure, leaving all of your inhibitions and dispositions behind in your wake?

This is the dilemma women face when they move into 28 Riverhill Road. Although they can’t explain the unseen sensuality that plagues the house, they also can’t resist its lure.

The Portal Series contains the following erotic stories:

Coralee never wanted to be a pastor’s wife…and she certainly never wanted the creepy house her husband inherited from his loyal flock. Yet there she was, alone in a passionless marriage, irritated by the constant demands of the church, and uncomfortable in her own life.

Then he showed up. Coralee wasn’t sure where he came from, but she did know he took her to otherworldly heights of sensuality she could never conjure up even in her wildest fantasies. Was he a ghost? A demon? Or the Devil himself? It didn’t make any difference…as far as Coralee was concerned, he was the very answer to her prayers.

Warning: On the Other Side of Lust (41,900 words) contains closet connections, lascivious lessons, paranormal pleasures, and amorous awakenings.

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It seemed that after a while, it became as tired of me teasing it as I had become of it teasing me. I felt movement on Joseph’s side of the bed, and I turned my head to see an indentation in the mattress. That was a first: I had felt it before, but I didn’t see that kind of visual evidence of its existence until that moment. It made my arousal spike to new heights.

Next, my hand was pushed away from my private parts, and a heavy weight rested on top of me. My arms were lifted over my head and felt like they were being pinned down against the bed. My legs were pried open wider and I felt a sharp sensation against my breast that seemed like teeth. I gasped with delight, trying to breathe, but the heavy weight on top of me made it difficult. I just watched in amazement as I felt my nipples being licked and bitten by an imaginary force. It was so real, I saw droplets of liquid forming around my nipples, sparkling in the morning sun.

Then it really happened. I couldn’t make out what was going on, but I felt a large sensation plunging inside my vagina. I was startled at first, then filled with pleasure and desire. I assumed it was my hunky man’s penis because it felt too big to be fingers. But then again, it had been so long since I’d felt anything like that downstairs, it was hard to know for sure.

It started pumping in and out of me. First it was slow and sensual, then it got faster by the moment. The bed shook underneath me. My body shook underneath him. I started to writhe my hips in sync with the motions, but the weight on top of me was too heavy for me to move freely. I felt the palms of my hands slowly being opened and strong fingers interlacing lovingly with mine.

A hot breath warmed up my neck. My body felt like it would explode all over. And then it became more intimate with me.

“Do you like that, Coralee?” I heard it whisper in my ear. I looked around, a little bit alarmed because I never heard it speak before. It had a deep, manly voice that was demanding and yet tender. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I wanted to believe it was real, but on the other hand, I started to go back to thinking this was all just the product of my overactive imagination.

It made sure I didn’t think that way. He made sure that I knew he was real. “You’re not imagining me, Coralee,” it whispered. “I’m real, and I desperately want to make love to you.”

Although most people believe 28 Riverhill Road is the keeper of not-so-buried secrets they’d just as soon forget, for Clarissa, the old house represents an opportunity for a new life.

That is, until the macabre obsessions set in. When she’s not trying to unearth the mysteries of the house, she’s stoking the flames of a sexual obsession with a notorious serial killer that’s been dominating the news. And when these fixations collide, she’s introduced to a passion unlike anything she’s ever known. Clarissa may be enjoying herself now, but will her ecstasy ultimately lead to agony?

Warning: Through the Doorway of Desire (41,400 words) contains legal lust, seance chicanery, and convertible coitus.

EXCERPT:

We stared into each other’s eyes. Our hips were thrusting in unison. We were so connected, all of our movements were like a mirror into each other’s soul. I slid him in and out of my pussy, watching the pleasure increase on his face. I started to pick up speed because I was so desperate to come, so desperate to make him come. I knew he had been with a lot of women before me, but I wanted to be the best of them all. I wanted his cock to forget everyone else and only come for me.

“Clarissa, there’s no hurry,” he moaned. He grabbed my hips and guided me the way he wanted me. I slowed down with his direction, gradually moving my pussy up and down each inch of his shaft, then back up again. I slid my hot box up and down his hard on at a snail’s pace and he looked pleased.

“Isn’t that better?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped. I’d never agreed with anyone more. When he was satisfied that I would follow his directions, he took his hands off my hips and slid them up my shirt. He tenderly massaged my breasts through my bra at first and then slipped his hands underneath it. As I continued to ride his hard on with achingly slow precision, he played with my tingling hard nipples.

Despite its dubious reputation, Charlotte falls in love with 28 Riverhill Road and believes buying the old house will bring excitement into her life—and help revitalize a relationship that has long gone stale.

And she does find the excitement she’s looking for when the peculiar house introduces her to an alternate life filled with the love and sexual intensity she’s been craving. As she straddles the edge of fantasy and reality, Charlotte eventually finds herself being forced to make an impossible choice.

Warning: The Entry to Ecstasy (25,700 words) contains sensual scents, mysterious missives, and a passionate parallel plane.

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“Maybe I should just go back to bed and get warm for a little bit,” I thought. I tried to move toward the bed, but I was still frozen in place. Although it was a little uncomfortable, I wasn’t particularly bothered by it. I just stood there for a minute and felt the cold air surround my body and enjoyed the smell of sexy cologne.

When I finally felt like the weird spell had been broken, I tried to move again, but this time my body was pushed up against the wall. My heart started to race, but I wasn’t afraid. The tingling sensation of hands once again took hold of me. I felt my breasts being rubbed and kneaded underneath strong, imaginary hands. I looked down and I could have sworn I saw my tits moving with the rhythm of each sensation.

I stood there, uncertain and aroused as what felt like a mouth sucked on each of my hard, cold nipples, warming them up and making them tingle with delight. I even felt slight nibbling against my stimulated breasts. I didn’t know what was happening to me—Was my imagination running wild? Was this something otherworldly?—but I didn’t have the wherewithal to question it. And I didn’t have the strength to leave. It just felt too damned good for me to move or care about the real source of my intense pleasure.

As I enjoyed my nipples being sucked harder and harder, a hand seemed to come through the wall and slide between my legs, as if it wanted to finish what it started earlier. I felt my thighs being separated as a finger pushed inside of me. I wanted to move my body in time with the deep penetration of the fingers, but something wouldn’t let me. Again I was frozen and completely under its control. That was fine with me; I wanted to be under its control.