Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) Read Online Free
was no one there except for her. She could make out the bolt on the door to the corridor, still in place. Even stranger was that she felt entirely calm, even though she knew she should be worried.
There’s nothing there, you idiot , Suzy told herself, then gasped when she heard a clink from the tray of bottles on the chest of drawers. She snapped her head around, and her frown disappeared. Her eyebrows shot upwards as she stared the bottles.
They were moving.
Or at least one of them was. Suzy felt her jaw slacken as she gawked at a bottle rising of the off the tray and levitating towards her.
“What the…” she mouthed, breathless. Raised on nearly two decades of supernatural flicks and novels, she automatically looked for wires from the ceiling but saw none. Other possible explanations raced through her mind as the bottle approached, and then she settled on the obvious answer.
Of course. She was still asleep. The mysterious house and all the talk of magic was lingering in her head, and now it filtered into her dreams. She was slightly annoyed as this meant she’d miss the clubs after all, but as dreams go, this was rather cool. A small voice deep inside her reminded her of that she usually didn’t know she was dreaming, but Suzy brushed it away. She didn’t want to miss what happened next.
Small reflexes of the light outside struck off the bottle as it came to as stop, just an arm’s length from Suzy’s face. There was an oily fluid inside that smelled vaguely of roses. She smiled at the bottle, confident now that she knew she was dreaming, but she still flinched slightly when her towel slid open and exposed her naked body, as if someone had pulled the edges apart. The bottle slowly tipped to the side, pouring a fine trickle of oil onto her breasts, then bottle swept to the side, covering her with a zigzag pattern of oil, before it came to rest on the table among the other bottles. Then Suzy felt a shift on the mattress, as if something other than her weighed on it, and she gasped as she felt fingers stroking her body.
What in the name of… There was something, or someone on the bed; she felt a cool presence brush the inside of her thighs, as if someone was kneeling between them, and she felt the physical presence of a body close to hers.
Ah , she thought. It was one of those dreams.
Suzy swallowed hard and felt a smoldering lust wash through her. She couldn’t remember having dreamt a dream as intense as this, but it felt good. Cool fingers traced the curves of her breasts, painting figures with the oil in her skin, and then went on to stroke upwards, pinching her nipples softly but firmly with each caress. Suzy gripped around the rounded wood behind her head and groaned while fingers continued to explore her body, tugging gently at her nipples and rubbing the oil in with long, tender strokes. She bit down hard on her lip when what felt very much like a soft mouth close on a nipple, kissing her while the hands continued to stroke her.
After what felt like hours, the hands left her breasts and slid down between her legs where they continued to massage her, pressing on her thighs. She parted her legs, breathing hard. The cold, invisible lips wandered down her breast, brushing over her belly, a ghostly tongue circling and kissing, finally finding its way where she wanted it to be. Unseen hands held her thighs apart as Suzy shuddered under the treatment, twisting in the bed as each stroke of the imaginary tongue sent jolts through her body. Her eyes flicked open for a second and something registered though the red veil of her pleasure, a faint hint of an outline in the air, no more than a disturbance of the hot air hovering over her. And behind it, something else, a small oddity inside a greater strangeness, too vague to understand.
Then the tongue reached lower to slip deep inside her warmth, and she gasped and half rose from the bed before falling back again. She crossed her legs in the air and felt them
There’s nothing there, you idiot , Suzy told herself, then gasped when she heard a clink from the tray of bottles on the chest of drawers. She snapped her head around, and her frown disappeared. Her eyebrows shot upwards as she stared the bottles.
They were moving.
Or at least one of them was. Suzy felt her jaw slacken as she gawked at a bottle rising of the off the tray and levitating towards her.
“What the…” she mouthed, breathless. Raised on nearly two decades of supernatural flicks and novels, she automatically looked for wires from the ceiling but saw none. Other possible explanations raced through her mind as the bottle approached, and then she settled on the obvious answer.
Of course. She was still asleep. The mysterious house and all the talk of magic was lingering in her head, and now it filtered into her dreams. She was slightly annoyed as this meant she’d miss the clubs after all, but as dreams go, this was rather cool. A small voice deep inside her reminded her of that she usually didn’t know she was dreaming, but Suzy brushed it away. She didn’t want to miss what happened next.
Small reflexes of the light outside struck off the bottle as it came to as stop, just an arm’s length from Suzy’s face. There was an oily fluid inside that smelled vaguely of roses. She smiled at the bottle, confident now that she knew she was dreaming, but she still flinched slightly when her towel slid open and exposed her naked body, as if someone had pulled the edges apart. The bottle slowly tipped to the side, pouring a fine trickle of oil onto her breasts, then bottle swept to the side, covering her with a zigzag pattern of oil, before it came to rest on the table among the other bottles. Then Suzy felt a shift on the mattress, as if something other than her weighed on it, and she gasped as she felt fingers stroking her body.
What in the name of… There was something, or someone on the bed; she felt a cool presence brush the inside of her thighs, as if someone was kneeling between them, and she felt the physical presence of a body close to hers.
Ah , she thought. It was one of those dreams.
Suzy swallowed hard and felt a smoldering lust wash through her. She couldn’t remember having dreamt a dream as intense as this, but it felt good. Cool fingers traced the curves of her breasts, painting figures with the oil in her skin, and then went on to stroke upwards, pinching her nipples softly but firmly with each caress. Suzy gripped around the rounded wood behind her head and groaned while fingers continued to explore her body, tugging gently at her nipples and rubbing the oil in with long, tender strokes. She bit down hard on her lip when what felt very much like a soft mouth close on a nipple, kissing her while the hands continued to stroke her.
After what felt like hours, the hands left her breasts and slid down between her legs where they continued to massage her, pressing on her thighs. She parted her legs, breathing hard. The cold, invisible lips wandered down her breast, brushing over her belly, a ghostly tongue circling and kissing, finally finding its way where she wanted it to be. Unseen hands held her thighs apart as Suzy shuddered under the treatment, twisting in the bed as each stroke of the imaginary tongue sent jolts through her body. Her eyes flicked open for a second and something registered though the red veil of her pleasure, a faint hint of an outline in the air, no more than a disturbance of the hot air hovering over her. And behind it, something else, a small oddity inside a greater strangeness, too vague to understand.
Then the tongue reached lower to slip deep inside her warmth, and she gasped and half rose from the bed before falling back again. She crossed her legs in the air and felt them
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