Part Two
With each hand reaching out in a wide arc, Kevin called out, “Vivienne! Vivienne!”
His pulse was racing, and with his heartbeat loud in his own ears, Kevin found the hardwood panelling to his left; and with slow timorous steps, he stepped forward.
Even after twenty-odd years, he had a good idea of the layout of the Old Hall and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he was able to get his bearings somewhat.
He had been a naïve youth of seventeen when he had worked in this building, with the job being one of his first.
Working both early and late shifts, it’d been the atmosphere in the dark foreboding house that had got to him on almost every late shift that he had worked.
On that very first day, one of the girls working the eight to two with him had told him of the eccentric who had owned the house, which he’d left to the council in his will, on the proviso that it’s fixtures and fittings remained as they were.
That had included the pentagram beneath the carpet in the larger of the two rooms downstairs, opposite the stairway leading upstairs.
He drew himself from his reverie, and then carried on walking. Abruptly Kevin was startled; hands finding something in the darkness: ‘material?’ But, ‘it was solid.’
“Vivienne, is that you?” he asked, hoping it was.
“Yes,” she answered, in a very quiet voice.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, dropping his voice to a whisper as well.
“I… saw… something,” she told him.
The open door to the kitchen provided a little light, as the storm raged outside; and, as Kevin walked to her side he noticed she was pointing ahead, with her right forefinger.
He draped his left hand over the woman’s quaking shoulders, muttering, “It’s okay, it’ll okay…”
“I tell you..” Vivienne snapped, turning to look up at Kevin, “I saw… something.”
“Okay,” he began, certain in his own mind that dancing light from the ongoing storm had played tricks on her; “tell me, what was it you saw?”
And, though she felt she was being patronized, Vivienne felt she had to share the knowledge of what she had seen, ‘..even if it was to this patronizing git!”
So, slowly she told him, “I told you, I saw… something. I don’t know what it was. If I’d known what it was, I’d have told you, don’t you think?”
Hearing her voice rise, Kevin patted her on the shoulder: “Hey I believe you,” he assured her.
That was the trigger Vivienne didn’t need. She shrugged his hand away and whirled tward him, feeling very annoyed.
“Damn you,” she snapped, “If you’d…”
But, no more words issued from her mouth.
From the corner of her left eye, Vivienne had seen it again… But, this time the shape was more distinct; and, this time Kevin saw it.
“Do you… see that…?” he hissed, staring with wide-eyed disbelief.
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Eyes closed the slim brunette lay on her back, the bedclothes thrown back, so that her warm body had Goosebumps, from the cold air that came through the window, that was always’ left, just a little bit open.
He had left her a year earlier, yet Mirade felt his presence this night, as she so often did. It was, almost as though, he was in the room with her.
Yet, the young woman knew that was impossible.
He had been found one rainy night, blood spilling from a wound in his neck, were the flesh had been torn from it, trickling into the puddles nearest to him, turning the water crimson.
The police had said ‘he was in the wrong place at the wrong time’, something they had said many times in the weeks prior to his death; such was the incidence rate of street violence in that area of Liverpool.
Yet even now, she felt connected to her late husband.
And as she caressed her body, it was Tomas she thought of: his dark eyes flashing, as he would delight in the pleasure her body gave him.
She ran her hands upward to her upturned breast, nipples hardening quickly as she teased them, thinking of how he would do it to her.
Her head rolled from side to side as she kept up her attack on her nipples, twisting and pulling them up as far as I could. They were a full ½ to ¾ inches long and hard as rocks. The harder Mirade twisted and squeezed and the further she pulled them out, the more she moaned with pleasure.
And then, she felt someone in the room, but that did not concern her: and Mirade continued to pleasure herself, legs spreading wide as she as her arousal grew.
Then she felt a weight upon her, yet still her eyes remained closed, for she didn’t feel threatened; she felt desire, for the memory of their love-making.
And, her face contorted as she felt herself opening wide, as she felt something driving deep within her viscous warmth.
Soon Mirade’s hips were humping the air, her fingers flying to her cunt and stroking her aroused clitoris as fast as she could, as this phantom phallus reached her depths.
In and out it drove, sending her to the peak she so-needed: until she cried aloud her orgasm, as she kept squeezing, twisting and pulling on her nipples as she came over and over, until finally she let them go, her fingers all but numb.
Finally Mirade collapsed back on the bed, crying and saying over and over, "Thank you, thank you lover…”
And then, as she laid back satisfied and content, she felt a mouth at her neck and two pronounced teeth puncture her flesh.
As her husband drank of her, Mirade smiled. He had said many times they would always’ be together; and so he would always’ be welcome.
After all, that is why she left the window open, for him.
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Wonderful story, my friend! :)
Beautiful love story
wonderfully done
The sky above had turned from grey sky from black; the quiet streets were covered in snow that was disturbed by twin tracks by the cars of revellers returning home.
Midnight had passed an hour previously and the moon above was almost full.
The world was quiet: and, there was little movement on the housing estate, bar a shadow, on the side of number twelve.
The slate roof had a light covering of white and, was waiting for the sleigh that was expected, hence the socks that had been hung on the wooden mantle over the fire.
And, the shadow continued up the side of the house, toward one window, a window that held memories, for the shadow darkling.
The cold of the night did not touch the lithe white-skinned figure, clad only in a simple satin nightdress, but memory did.
And the piercing eyes looked into the small room that had been hers, until just six prior, when another shadowy figure had dragged her into an alley and she had fallen, to his damned embrace.
Now she looked to the room and, the walls festooned with posters of popstars and briefly she wondered whether her human parents would have a Happy Christmas, with just the two little-un’s.
And as Simone looked into the dark of the room, she saw a light move beyond the bedroom door: and, she almost smiled, realising it would be her human Father, being Santa Claus and with that thought the bloody tears trickled down her porcelain white cheeks; and fell to the ground below in small spots of red, upon white.
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Beautiful sentiment, Angelus!
love this one its was heartwarming
*Contain adult themes.
I sat back in bed, the bluefish glow coming from the Television screen giving the room a strange glow.
She had thrown back the bedclothes and, had pulled on her bra and was reaching behind, to fasten the catch.
"I'll be back for my things..."
I looked back to the screen.
A Japanese teen was lying back on the back seat of a limousine, dressed in a sailor suit type school uniform, black panties divested, an older gentleman's face between her trembling thighs.
"Fuck you," my ex told me, "you're more interested in that than me."
I looked back at the screen, as the older fellow's tongure continued to lap between the full, puffy looking labia, eliciting the most exquisite sounds from the teen, as she mewled with pleasure.
'Fuck you,' I thought, 'at least the porns more honest than you.'
I was feeling genuinely pissed off.
For days Valerie had been talking of her new promotion, and the fellow who'd helped her get it. And there was me, sitting at home patiently; doing all that was asked of me, to keep house: and, a meal ready for her when she got home. After all, I was the one who was unemployed, so it was fair, as she reminded me again and again.
Then she started weaing her expensive lingerie, staying late at the office and hiding her mobile. That last one wa the one that had got to me. That had been the one to set the alarm bells ringing.
It'd been someone on the Jeremy Kyle show who had lied about their mobile phone-calls to their partner and, been caught out, that had alerted me to the obvious. Otherwise, I'd not have noticed.
Valerie was beautiful; I loved her and I'd just not been able to envisage her crossing that line. But, the evidence was there. I'd seen it.
Yet, watching her finishing wriggle into an A-line skirt, having drawn her hose up already I try to remind myself not to harden, as I look at her. That'd been difficult.
"..you're not listening to me." I hear her say from the distance, as I reach down to the side of the bed for my smokes.
And she's right of course, I'm not. I've heard to many of her lies, to want to hear any more. So as the japanese teen turns in her seat, to use her hands on the gellows member, Valerie stands in front of the television, with her hands on her hips: "Have you heard a word I've said?"
I sigh, long and hard.
"Yes I heard you say you're leaving me," I tell her lighting a cigarette, the ashtray balanced on my raised knees.
I want to smile, as I see her scowl at my seeming disinterest, but it's taken time to be this calm.
She turns round and, storming out of the bedroom, she leaves me to my porn on the television; 'Aye,' I can't help but thinking again, 'it's a lot more honest, than you."
Just yesterday, I'd been doing the washing: and there, amongst her lingerie, which I was washing by hand as instructed, had been the evidence, on a fine pair of filmy lace-edged black panties.
So, she'd be back for her thing's? They'd be in a black bag on the door-step, when she arrived back home for them; either that, or burnt, like she'd burnt me with her deception.
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this is a very good story, :)
ooooooooooo somebody cheated
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