The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 29 - Paranormal Edition: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Susan Woodward

  I find Taylor lounging in his favorite black swim trunks. The world is dark except for the torches that line the walk around the pool. His dazed look becomes one of exuberance when he sees me. I never grow tired of seeing that look.

  “Hey, hot stuff!” He says grinning.

  “Hi, lover boy!” I purr to him.

  I hate how cliche he is, but it's his dream not mine. He has the right to have it his way, or so my curse says. I am becoming Alyssa. Her thoughts become my own and I know her life. Alyssa is a model and a trust fund brat.

  I sit next to Taylor and he gropes my breast. I giggle as my hunger begins to ease This is the part I like. Taylor makes me feel special, like I'm the only woman in the world who can make him happy. One day I'm sure he'll make a great husband.

  “What did you do today?” He asks me as he twists my nipple.

  I squeak in pain, but my sex is becoming wet. Sometimes pain can be a good thing.

  “I had a photo shoot.” I tell him as I twist a lock of my auburn hair around my middle finger.

  “Did you have to take your top off?” He asks.

  The heat rises in my cheeks. I'm blushing and hate it. Unable to speak, because of the embarrassment that has taken over my mind I nod to indicate they did.

  “Did they make you take off your panties?” Taylor asks running his hand over my sex.

  His touch brings me to life. My clit twitches and I silently pray that he will slip his hand inside my thong soon. I don't want to answer him, but I have to. My need to answer him has nothing to do with the curse. It's just the way my relationship with Taylor works. He's in charge.

  “They did.” I pout.

  “Did you like it?” He asks.

  I did, or at least Alyssa did. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.

  “Yea.” I admit without looking him in the eye.

  I squeak as Taylor pulls me over his lap. My bare ass is presented up to him and my heart is racing. Taylor is an ass man. He'll use any excuse he can find to spank or grab my ass. Sometimes he doesn't even bother making up an excuse.

  His hand comes down hard on my ass and I bite my lip. It stings, but it vibrates my sex. My clit twitches again. Taylor swats me a few more times before he is satisfied. Taylor isn't a sadist. He simply likes to be in charge.

  When I'm sure he's done I sit up. I'm straddled on his lap. His manhood brushes against me as it begins to come to life. The energy of his arousal reaches me and I nearly moan in pleasure. He tastes so good that I want to feed on him forever.

  Taylor unties my bikini top and it falls to the ground. The night air is cool against my bare breasts. I watch as he massages them. They're average. About a c-cup. Yep, more proof that Taylor is an ass man.

  He sucks one of my perky nipples into his mouth and his hands move to my ass cheeks. His warm tongue flicks across my nipple. The moan that escapes my lips sounds loud and exaggerated, but that's how Taylor likes it. To be honest I like it too. There's something about being loud during sex that makes me feel free. Like my curse isn't a dirty secret, but a blessing that lets me experience orgasm after orgasm. Lost in the moment I want to yell every one of them to the world.

  Taylor's strong hands roughly massage my ass as he suckles my breast. I arch my back allowing him better access to both. I become lost to his touch, finding not only pleasure but nourishment as well.

  I grind my sex against the bulge that is pressing against me. The fabric of our clothing may separate our bodies, but it gives my hungry clit the attention it needs. I want more. I always want more.

  “How do you want me?” I purr into his ear.

  Taylor grins at me and slides his mouth away from my breast. His teeth scrape along my nipple as he does so sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

  “Bend over.” He commands.

  His voice is thick with desire, but his voice still sounds commanding. That's one of the things I've enjoyed most about my time with Taylor. His commanding voice, gentle yet firm. I stand up and walk a few steps before turning around and bending over.

  My obedience is quickly rewarded. Taylor pushes the fabric of my thong aside and begins to massage my clit. Another loud moan escapes my lips, but this time I don't have to exaggerate. I've always thought my clit was a gift from the goddess of sexuality. Women have to have periods, carry children, and give birth. It's the gift the Goddess gave women to reward them for all their hard work, and to make sure they keep at it.

  Taylor massages my swollen nub roughly, twisting it this way and that. His short fingernails scrape along the sensitive skin and the heat begins to build in my belly. This has always been my favorite part of sex. The moment when you know if things go well your going to be hoarse from screaming out your orgasm. More than once if you're lucky.

  His free hand gives my bottom a pinch and I squeak again. I hate how vulnerable the sound makes me feel. Taylor slides my thong down to my knees. This leaves me feeling more exposed than if I hadn't had them on at all. The feel of them around my legs reminds me I'm no longer covered. It makes me feel naughty in a very good way, like I deserve to have my ass spanked. The thought tastes delicious, like strawberries and cream.

  “Spread your legs, babe.” He tells me.

  The juices dripping down my sex encourage me to obey. I spread my legs and bend further so my sex is presented to him with pride. He massages my mound roughly for a few minutes and then his manhood is pressing against me.

  Taylor rubs the head of his manhood against my clit. I love the bolts of pleasure that travel through my body when he does this. My knees are weak with pleasure by the time he begins to work himself into my body.

  The main course of my meal is beginning. Intercourse is the meat and potatoes of the succubus diet, and boy, does Taylor know how to fill a girl up.

  His manhood stretches my body to make room for itself. The feeling of being invaded by this power man makes me quiver. Taylor's organ feels strong as it brushes against every spot of pleasure it encounters. I squeeze, caressing him with my sex as he begins to thrust.

  The friction feels wonderful and makes me dizzy. I wrap my hands around my ankles to steady myself. Taylor slaps my ass and a cry of primal pleasure escapes my lips. It stings, but the heat it leaves behind makes me want more. Then again I always want more. I'm always hungry.

  His thrusting turns to pounding as he nears his climax. I am grateful for his hands on my hips. If he didn't hold me so tightly I think I'd crumple. His thrusts go deeper and I moan. The heat in my belly is intense, almost too much. My body is begging for release.

  I always feel the most alive the moment right before I come. I'm connected to another and my curse isn't slowly killing me. A carnal cry escapes my lips as my muscles contract bringing me to orgasm. The heat in my belly explodes and travels through out my body. This is the only time I know true warmth.

  Taylor is panting now. He's grunting too. There's something primal and raw about the sounds he makes. I savor them as he twitches inside of me. I feel him release his seed into my body and I moan again. Desert. The last bit of nourishment before the meal is complete.

  He remains inside of me as he tries to catch his breath. I can feel his organ going limp, but it still feels nice to be connected to him. Taylor gives my ass one last slap and pulls out. I can still feel my cheek jiggling when he helps me stand up. My knees are stiff and I'm a little dizzy. I don't know whether it's from the blood going to my head or the pleasure that's still washing over my body.

  “That was great.” I tell him as he helps me sit down.

  “Always is.” He grins at me as he lights a cigarette.

  I lean against him enjoying the afterglow of sex that has left me quivering. He's starting to wake up and I can feel him pulling away from me. My heart thuds in panic. I don't want to lose him forever. I've already began to care about him. I think I might love him. This thought makes me panic. The last time I loved someone it ended badly.

  I look up at him pouting. It's what Alyssa w
ould do. I'm not allowed to suggest we see each other again, or to say I love you first. The curse would clamp my mouth shut. I've tried before.

  “What's wrong?” He asks me.

  I frown and shake my head. There's so much I want to say, but I can't. I want to tell him about how I think I'm falling for him, but the curse prevents me from speaking.

  “Do you have to leave?” Taylor asks wrapping his arm around me.

  “Yes.” I tell him.

  It's hard for me not to cry. Leaving isn't usually this hard, but then again most men aren't as great as Taylor.

  “Is it a photo shoot?” He asks.

  I nod without speaking. I'm afraid to open my mouth. I don't want to cry. I hate crying. Every time I cry that wretched witch wins.

  “Don't worry, babe.” Taylor says looking down at me. “Come back when you're done.”

  A smile of relief spreads across my face. I promise him I will and kiss him. My lips are still pressed to his as his fades away to the waking world. The world I'm not apart of. For a moment I allow myself to imagine that I'm there in bed with Taylor when he wakes. How it would feel for him to kiss me good morning and touch me. The real me.

  When I open my eyes I find myself back in my small room. It's all the space I've ever had in the dream world. It's filled with memories of men I've seduced. Trinkets they've given me. Sometimes I look though my treasures and find satisfaction, tonight they only symbolize my loneliness. I shake my head to clear my mind. I can't allow myself to feel this way. If I become lonely I'll have to feed sooner.

  I don't have a bed just a chair, but I like my comfy armchair. Sitting down I pull my legs to my chest and try to sleep. I won't dream, because succubi never do.

  Hours later I wake. Something woke me, but I'm not sure what. I can feel hunger beginning in my stomach, but ignore it. Not everything in the dream world is friendly. I may be in danger. I take a deep breath. The scent of an incubus fills my nostrils and I want to gag. It's Morlon. I hate him. He's been trying to seduce me since I was cursed. He's the sort of slimy grease ball even a cursed woman wouldn't give a second glance. I don't know who gave him the name Morlon, but I think she was making a play on words.

  “Ah, the little succubus is awake.” His voice reaches my ears as he materializes.

  “Go away!” I tell him.

  “Don't be rude.” He says sitting down on the arm of my chair. “I just came to show you something. Look down at the waking world. I think your Taylor is falling for another woman.”

  I quickly blow the mist away from my feet and look down. Taylor's laughing and holding hands with another woman. Tears threaten, but I push them away.

  “So what?” I ask.

  “I thought they'd make such a good pair. You know I'm older than you. I could teach you tricks.” Morlon said.

  “Go away!” I tell him again.

  “You're just mad, because I made a human girl dream about your Taylor.” Morlon teases.

  I raise my hand to slap him, but he vanishes. Only his echoing laughter remained.

  That night I have to fight my way into Taylor's dreams. Work and the new girl play at his subconscious. We go for a drive, but he doesn't try to have sex with me. When he finally parks I climb into his lap.

  “Did you miss me?” I say pouting.

  “Of course, I did.” He assures me.

  I kiss him passionately trying to convey everything the curse keeps silent. I'm starving and my body is hungry for him, but my heart is aching. How can I compete with a human girl in the waking world? Why had Morlon done this to me.

  I slide off his lap and undo his fly. My touch soon brings his manhood to life. My hunger eases as I take him into my mouth. He tastes so good. When I go down on a man I like to imagine the chi is seeping out of his organ and into my mouth. The visual image my mind conjures makes me wetter than hell. Hungrier too. I work my mouth over his shaft again and again. He's twitching in my mouth when he begins to fade. I work quicker trying to get him off before he's gone, but I fail.

  I clear the mist and look down at him. He's on the phone and he looks upset. I strain my ears and can barely here the conversation. His father is in the hospital. He might die. Taylor's mother wants him to fly home as soon as he can.

  Tears fall from my eyes and disappear. Taylor looks upset and I want to hold him in my arms. I want to be there for him. I can't risk feeding on him while he's upset. It could kill him if things got out of hand. Chi is always low when people are depressed or grieving. If I see him at all while he's like this I'll have to hold back. I should wait until things get better, but I'm afraid he'll forget about me if I do.

  I wipe my tears away and square my shoulders. Determined to feed so I can comfort Taylor I began to look around. I find my target. Taylor's neighbor. He's asleep in the same bed with his wife, but I don't care. I don't want him for myself. I only need him for tonight.

  “Angela.” The man says I walk into his dream.

  He called me his wife's name. Good man. Not many men dream about having sex with their wife. My body does what it does best. It seduces and pleases him. The action itself is a quick series of thrusts that end with both of us screaming our orgasms. A simple fantasy, but one that leaves him stratified and me nourished.

  I watched Taylor as he made his way back to his home town. He has his mother's eyes. For days he didn't sleep and I was forced to feed where I could. Taylor paced the halls of the hospital in worry.

  “Honey, you need to get some rest.” I heard his mother tell him.

  Begrudgingly he gave in. After making his mother promise to wake him if his father's condition changed, he went to sleep in his car.

  His dream-scape was different this time. He stood on the edge of a cliff surrounded by darkness.

  “Taylor!” I called out to him as I approached.

  He turned to look at me, confused at first.

  “Alyssa!” He said. “How did you find me?”

  I answered honestly. “I followed my heart.”

  Taylor pulled me into his arms and held me close to him. His hands were shaking.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yea. Things are just rough right now.” He told me.

  “It's going to be okay.” I told him.

  I touched his face and kissed him tenderly. He kissed my back, but all of his dominance and strength seemed to have disappeared.

  I deepened the kiss and lowered us to the ground.

  “I don't know if I can. I want to, but..” His voice trailed off as I undid his pants.

  Working quickly I freed his manhood and stroked him. Slowly he came to life in my hand. I continued to slide my hands over him again and again. There was something relaxing about the rhythmic motion that made me feel content. I could have stayed like that forever, but Taylor pulled me to him.

  He kissed me gently. His lips were soft and supple against mine. As our bodies pressed together I had to suppress my urge to feed. This wasn't about me. Taylor needed me, and I was going to be there for him.

  Taylor flipped me over and I squeaked. He smiled down at me and laughed.

  “I love when you make that sound, Alyssa.” Taylor said.

  So close to freeing me, but not close enough. I just laughed and pulled my dress up. Taylor was quick to penetrate me. I wrapped my legs around his waist allowing him to go deeper. It took a little while for him to find his rhythm, but I didn't mind.