Possession – Part 1

This is a new foray for me, into the world erotica. This is the beginning of what may or may not be a long series of erotic fiction. The first three parts will be published over the next week. We will see where it goes…

When you have set your mind to the cause of being a player, and of getting yours, there are certain skills that go along with it. There is the sixth sense awareness of when there is an opening to engage a person’s sexuality, or the ability to polish any rough edge wit ha casual lie. But, most important among all of them is the ability to slide out from under the inebriated arm of your most recent conquest without waking her. In this case, she was a nice enough girl, and definitely enthusiastic, but, let’s be honest, the dawn’s early light was not going to be best look for her. And, truth be told, when you are someone like me, it’s often best just to be forgotten.

I slipped out to the left, carefully moving so the swell of the mattress did not disturb her. I put my clothes on, and contemplated leaving a note. What should I say? She was a nice lay, definitely enthusiastic, but not much to look at. I’ve had good lays before, so I think this one is a “just move on.” As I make my way out of the bedroom, I see her roommate sitting in the living room, smoking. Her eyes were large and catlike, her hair straight, and she was wearing a red satin dress, and her face had the expression of someone who had been keenly listening to my adventures. She looked up at me with a smile.

“So how is Lisa?” Her eyes leered at the voyeurism of her question.

“Pretty good.”  She took another long drag of her cigarette.

“But you’re sneaking out.”

“I have a job, you know.” She stood up, snuffing her cigarette, and walking towards me.

“Did you leave a number?” I smiled, knowing that there was no way out of this one.

“No.”

“No one ever does.” She stepped closer to me, her breath smelling of smoke, eyes aglow. She inhaled deeply. “She smells delicious, though.”  Her lips brushed mine, and I kissed her. She smiled and pulled back. “You’re very naughty. But you do have a job.” Her hand cradled my cock in my slacks, which surged instantly to life. She was taunting me now. “Do you really think I want my roommate’s seconds?”

I instantly closed the distance back between us, kissing her again, this time her mouth opened, accepting my tongue. Her hand closed tightly on my cock, and I could feel the heat of her grasp through the fabric, and her mouth was intensely warm around my tongue. After another squeeze she pushed me away. She smiled very coyly. “She does taste wonderful.” I started to surge into her again, but she stepped away. “Go back and lie with her.” She turned away from me and walked into her bedroom,  switching the lights off and plunging me into darkness.

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I considered my options, between going back or forging ahead. I carefully shuffled my feet forward into the darkness. The room was pitch black, any objects were silhouettes painted against a dark canvas, visible only to my mind’s eye, which could not conceive of the obstacles, either. My hand groped for something to guide me., lost as I was. I flailed at the thick black blanket that had been cast over me, hoping to rip the darkness from the world and bring back the lines and orthodoxy I knew, but the night eluded my grasp. With no choice, I groped forward, hoping for some guidance, trying to find the way forward.

Sylvanus.

The voice as a whisper from the dark sea around me, or it was a figment of my imagination. I stepped again forward, my eyes wide open, searching for some sort of sign of where I should be.

Sylvanus.

I heard it. My name has curled from the darkness, and the voice was not my own. I could not deny that I was not alone. I turned my head and stared purposefully in the directly of the whisper, acting as though I could see with no light. “Yes,” I answered, projecting a confidence I did not feel. My answer was a laugh behind me. I whirled, my arms stretching out touching no one. I turned back, my eyes searching for a hint of movement they couldn’t find.

Sylvaaaaanus.

I was being taunted now. The voice raised above a whisper, I could detect a feminine quality to it, and the cruel giggle that followed it. I turned again, and this time lunged, feeling an obstacle flash in front of my ankle, to send me pivoting ot the floor. I landed with a hard thud, only just catching myself before my head struck. As I rolled over to leap back up I felt a heavy body land on me pushing me to the ground. Her form was lithe and small, almost elflike, but her weight nearly took my breath away. Most of all, her body was hot,, even feverish. I felt a tongue lick up my neck leaving a burning trail, and her hands slid down my shirt, the smell of char filling the impenetrable darkness. I struggled under her weight, but her lithe hands pinned me down until she kissed me, silencing my struggles. The warmth of her tongue entered my mouth, and I kissed back, tasting her burning body, feeling her heat penetrate me. This kiss stopped as her lips curled upward into a smile, and her tongue withdrew. She lept off of me, the air rushing up behind her.

Confused, I rose up in the darkness, my singed clothes falling away. I brushed the light ash from my body, and sniffed my hand, to get the acrid smell of burnt fibers and something pungent…arousal?

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The world was quiet. I look around, and the voice whispered again. “Do you want me?”

A simple, direct question. Too direct, really. There was no teasing, no coyness. Simple question, which needed a simple answer.

“Yes.”

Suddenly I was aware of the intense heat of her body again, this time right in front of me. Her hot hand grasped my erection with long, delicate fingers that belied their power. Wickedly smiling lips kissing me, and my mouth opened again to accept the heat of her tongue. Suddenly, the voice lost its mystical quality as it breathed directly into my mouth.

“Good.” With that she leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my body, the force of her assault forcing me onto my bacs. AS I landed with a thud I felt her hips seem to open up and take me into her wetness. My eyes snapped open uselessly as I felt the intense, searing of her core as it enveloped me. I tried to scream in pain but she was already sliding on me, wringing pleasure from my body. Her moans were rhapsodic, like a siren’s call. She thrashed on me, driving my orgasm involuntarily from my body as she slithered up and down me. It was as if my thoughts came from her lips, guiding her actions.

“Yes, harder….harder…that’s it, I’m going to come!” AS the words escaped her the sensation of our two rising orgasms grew and I felt this powerful wrenching sensation as she seemed to suck me up into her body. Her orgasm was mixed with a laugh as her body seemed to pump my very essence into her. I tried to scream, but I was without breath. My lungs were full black water, and sense of touch faded, as I felt myself being drawn into the black hole of her orgasm. Her hand laid on my chest, and I felt my heart slowing…slowing, coming to a stop. Her body lifted away, and I dimly felt the warm beating of air from flapping wings before I lost all senses.

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My eyes lazily opened in my sweat-drenched bed, unsure of how I was home again. My covers were over me, and I was freezing cold. I rolled over to find a dry place, to try to warm up. The dream had terrified me. The experience of my soul being wrenched out in the vulnerability of climax had shaken me. Warmth would not find my body, and I could not stop shivering. I climbed out of bed to take a shower, in the hopes of cleaning this nightmare away. I turned the light in the bathroom on to another shock. The world was gray. My eyes perceived no color.

What had happened to me?