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Wild in Bed, part two of our paranormal erotic fantasy
The Gorgan's Mirror, Laura's boyfriend is dead, But how was
it This strange mirror. Was it Laura or was it
something else? Completely? And so many questions and no answers
to be had anywhere or when the focus of the
investigating detective turns on Laura, is he just interested in
cracking the case? Or is there something else he has
in mind? High as Devlin, and welcome to another episode
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as you enjoy tonight's show. The flashing lights of the
emergency vehicles lit up Laura's sitting room as people in
various official uniforms entered and left her apartment. There was noise, voices, questions,
all of which she answered calmly, coldly, coldly, The thought
occupied her mind. Should she have had some emotion? Shouldn't
there have been some tears? But why would there be?
She was little more than a masturbation machine to him,
and he was quickly becoming an irritation to her. Still,
he was a human being that had died in the
bed next to her. Now you are free, a voice
whispered inside her head. He was only dragging you down,
or holding back the real Laura. Confused, Laura looked around
the apartment. There was no one speaking to her. There
was nowhere for this voice to come. It must have
just been a figment of her imagination, she decided, probably
an after effect from the lack of sleep. Detective and Dino,
who she presumed in charge, walked over to her, thrusting
a plastic bag of blue pills under her nose. Have
you ever seen these before? He asked bristly. Laura looked
at the bag, containing the strange pills, her eyes a
mask of confusion. No, what are they? She said, as
her gaze met the detectives. I suspect the viagra, he said,
placing the pills into one of their evidence bags before
marking it. Lots of bodybuilders use them to enhance their
performance in the gyms as well as in other areas.
He continued, his words, drifting from his lips as if
they were just throwaway comments. What other areas? Laura found
herself wondering. Passing the evidence back to another cop, he barked,
give us a minute as he took out his notebook,
great more questions. Laura was beginning to realize how empty
their relationship had been. She hadn't even known his family name.
For God's sake, the various uniform bodies fowled out of
the room, closing the door behind them. The detective's side
as he sat opposite her, his gold and warm eyes
holding Laura's for a moment before he spoke. I have
to ask this, he said, his face full of concern.
Did your boyfriend enjoy rough anal play? Laura's eyes widened
at the question, her mind gripped with shock for a
long moment. His shaking her head, she managed to muffled, no,
was this the way detectives came on toymen ask about
their dead partner's sexual preferences. There was no doubt he
was attractive, but Laura really didn't think this was the
moment to be seducing her. Why do you ask? She managed?
I can't say for sure, but his rector passage is
very stretched, as if it had been repeatedly aggressively abused. Confused,
Laura could only ask, is that what killed him? No? Well,
I don't know. The autopsy will confer in whatever killed him.
Between you and me, it was probably an ode of
viagra caused a heart attack or something. Detective and Diinos said,
his eyes dropping suddenly, I'm sorry about your loss, he continued,
reaching inside his jacket pocket. If you need any give
me a call, he said, as he passed Laura his card,
taking it from his hand. Their fingers brushed each other's,
and a faint sense of electricity passed through Laura's body.
Their gazes lingered on each other's a little longer than
was needed. Laura found herself brushing her tongue over her
lips automatically, Well, I better get back to the station.
This is going to be a lengthy report. Instead, standing
and opening the sitting room door, and the rest of
the uniformed people seemed to have already left. The apartment
was empty apart from the two of them. Walking along
the passageway, he stopped outside her bedroom door, turning and
looking at Laura with a burning intensity before he said,
I noticed your mirror. It's beautiful. How old is it?
Called a little off guard by the question, Laura just stared,
transfixed into his gaze for the longest moment before saying
around five hundred years old, and you keep it in
your apartment? Is that safe? He asked, looking mildly amused
by the idea. Oh, it's not staying. It was just
an admin error. I'm an antiques agent. Laura responded, conscious
that if anything did happen to the mirror, whatever she
said now might come back to haunt her. Well, it's beautiful.
I have a thing for antiques, the detective said, moving
toward the main door. Stepping through, he said, call me
if you need anything, Laura, as the sea gaze veiled
his eyes. Laura simply responded with I will thank you,
and as she watched the detective walk away. For some reason,
her gaze was drawn to his ass, which was barely
visible beneath his jacket. Closing the door, she leaned back
against it. Her apartment was her space again, she thought,
sighing deeply. And what the fuck was wrong with her?
She wondered. She obviously didn't care matter, just died in
her bedroom. Even worse from somewhere inside her ledger's thoughts
had arisen about the detective. She didn't know if he
felt that buzz, but something about that man had made
her panties burn with desire. Laura walked back into her
bedroom and sat on the end of the bed, staring
into the mirror to stretched anus. She wondered, And the viagra.
Was it really for bodybuilding or was it just so
he could fuck her? Was she that ugly he needed
viagra to get a hard on with her? It would
explain why he always funked her. On the way to
the gym, lost and confused by everything, she stared blankly
at her misted image in the mirror, trying to make
sense of it all. Somewhere behind the mist, there was
a faint twinkle of light, almost like a distant starlight.
The myst seemed to be moving gently, shaking her head.
The lack of sleep was obviously playing heavily on her mind.
She had been a week since three am, and it
was gone nine. Now. The mist was shifting dreamily. The
light seemed to be growing, spreading over the mirror. Somewhere
in the mist, she could see a man, not the
man she saw last night. This man was bigger. The
face of the man came briefly into view. It was Matt.
Norah held her hand up to her mouth to suppress
a gasp. She must be imagining this, This must be
the consequences of a guilty conscience. Two men equally broad
as Matt appeared next to him, but she didn't recognize him.
It was like watching a scene of a show play
out on her very own TV. As the men moved
around Matt, their hands moving over his chest and down
over his defined abs, transfixed, Laura could not tear her
eyes away from bott unfolded before her. Matt moaned loudly
as a man with dark hair caressed his growing cock,
stroking it slowly. Matt pushed his hips forward, thrusting into
the man's grip. His face a mask of pleasure. The
other man, who had a shock of white hair, moved
behind him, pushing his hands firmly over his back, forcing
him to bend forward. The white haired man grasped Matt's
ass cheeks and parted them aggressively, his fingers sliding between them, probing,
thrusting into Matt's rosette. The grooms leaving Matt's lips were undefinable, guttural, animalistic, needy,
lust dripping from every sound. This isn't the Matt that
Laura knew. This was a submissive mat male horror. The
first man stepped toward Matt, running his fingers through his
short hair. He pulled his head up aggressively, forcing Matt's
mouth wide open. Matt begged please as a man's impressive
erection danced over his lips. Holding his head still, the
man was obviously resisting Matt's desperate desire to take him
in his mouthfully. The white haired man massaged his own
cock before pressing it between Matt's cheeks and then holding
himself still from the tension in his body. Laura could
see that Matt was trying to impale himself to push
himself back on his outstretched cock, but the man's muscular
arms resisted his movement. Matt moan in frustration, his cock
already dripping pre come from the anticipation. Laura suddenly realized
she was holding her breath, her fingers pinching her talk
nipples through her shirt. She had never even considered watching
two men together might be sexy, but god, her pussy
was positively throbbing right now. There seemed to be a
nod of agreement between the two strange men, and then
both of them thrust forward in perfect time, lifting Matt
on to the tips of his toes. Repeatedly they pounded
into him. Matt reached underneath and grasped his own weeping cock,
stroking it viciously. His muffled groans echoed from the mirror.
Laura's hands slipped between her thighs, pressing at a thropping
clip through herself, pressing at a throbbing clip through the
soft material of her pajamas. She hadn't realized how wet
she was. It was dripping through the material, matching the
rhythm of the three men. Laura strode her clit aggressively,
her thighs tensing around her hand. She rised on the bed.
The men's movements were almost hypnotic as they thrust in
and out of mat. Laura's core clutched at her fingers
as they pushed inside her panties. Her lips stretched around
her fingers, her body hummed with pleasure, her hips rose
to meet the thrusts as her hand pounded at her pussy.
Oh fuck, she cried as the three men tensed in unison,
Matt's hard cock streaming a wave of coum across its stomach.
Closing her eyes, Laura fell back on the bed. What
the fuck had just happened? What was that all about?
She had never even thought about men having sex, but
watching this sreesome had affected her in a way that
was so deeply erotic. Who's there, she asked, more than
a little disturbed that she wasn't alone, having just enjoyed
an intense orcasm. Sitting up in the bed, she stared
blankly at the mirror. The mists moved again to reveal
the golden eyes, and sheizzled jewel from the previous night.
How is you? What do you mean the truth? She
asked hastily. You asked what Matt had been doing, and
the mirror showed you you mean Matt was gay, Yes,
but he would rather pretend to be a straight man.
So what about me? Why am I being like this?
Why the heck am I attracted to that detective when
my boyfriend's lying dead? She asked, her voice bordering on irritation.
The eyes vanished back into the mists silently as it
danced over the mirror, all Laura could see was her
face staring back at her. After a long minute, the
mist moved again and Laura could see her full body. Well.
She assumed it was her body, as it did have
her head on top, but it was more cavacious, subtly,
more sensual. There was something else she couldn't quite place it,
a look in her eyes that sparked a feeling of
self confidence, more determined. Watching her reflection move in the mirror,
she slowly dropped her close to the grounds. Fascinated, she
stared at the lungery that adorned her reflected body, the
way the pearl white underwear caressed her skin, flattering her
so sensually. Her shoulders were up and proud. She was
a woman who would not be downtrodden, and yet she
was so feminine, so beautiful. She moved in the mirror,
not with the familiar gait of apologetic motion, but with
the stalking prow that made the area her own. Watching herself,
she could see she was so truly beautiful. Her body
glowed with the presence of her inner confidence. She was
Laura as she knew she was deep inside. The tendrils
on the mirror frame started to glow with a gentle
plush of passion. Before they writhed, they pushed into the reflection.
The mists parted in the mirror, and clearly Laura could
see the face of Detective and Dino, his dark eyes
flamed by passion, the tendrils moving around him, embracing him,
stripping him naked. His body was strong and naturally defined.
The tendrils moved along his legs and ankles, pulling him
back onto the reflection of her bed. Unresisting, he lay
on the bed as a tendrils secured him, holding him
firmly against the mattress. His body moved against the tendrils,
not out of panic or fear, or even resistance, but
the movement of a man who was consumed by his
own desire. Her reflection moved slowly and deliberately around the bed,
her fingertips carassing the bedding as she neared him, watching
the detective and occasionally turning to look out of the
mirror toward Laura, as if inviting her inside. As her
fingers discovered the soft flesh on the inside of his thighs,
the needy moan that resonated from his lips seemed to
vibrate gently between Laura's thighs, a caress of temptation that
beckoned her to join him. Her fingers lingered around the
base of his erection, circling his balls, slowly grinning as
his hips raised, desperate for contact, his hard on stretching
with desire, the skin along his shaft pulling tight, his
head glowing with a heat of lust, not just for
the fleeting moment of an orgasm, but for the pleasure
her touch promise there was in infinitely more intoxicating. Laura
a bit tightly on her lip as she watched the
finger gently caress the length of his shaft, the trembling
movements of his erection mirrored by the vibrations gently pulsing
inside her sex, his moans turning to growls of animalistic desire.
As she circled the tip of his cock, her fingernails
teasing his slit gently, his body consumed in frustrated raptures
of pleasure, His hips thrust skyward again, his first glistening
glow of desire and decorated the head of his cock.
Watching the finger traced down his shaft, Laura almost fell
forward off the end of the bed as her eyes
could not tear away. Circling his balls, slowly it vanished
between his thighs, the hidden forceful intimate caress, forcing a
guttural moan that echoed from his chest. Lifting the finger,
she caressed the pre come from his tip, wiping it
over the ruby colored lipstick that adorned her mouth, a
color Laura had never been brave enough to try. She
gently suck the glistening bead from her finger before lowering
her head, tracing her tongue along the underneath of his shaft.
His feet pressed into the mattress with frustrated desire, his
body trembling visibly as a tip of her tongue forcibly
traced a line over the crease of his tight balls.
Grinning her reflection, turned to face Laura, before winking and
slowly kissing along his erection. The mark of her lipstick,
racing a smudged line along his length, easing her lips
gently over his tip. His secured hands gripped the mattress
tightly in anticipation, his body frozen, awaiting the onslaught of pleasure.
Sliding her lips slowly down, Laura could feel the movement
of her tongue embracing that tip, exploring his shaft as
she felt it throbbing in her mouth. A reflected hand
slid back between his thighs, moving intensely with a gentle
thrusting motion as her head slid up and down his erection,
taking him deep into her throat. His body pressed down,
his hands gripping the tendrils, struggling with the intensity of
the sensations moving through his body. Suddenly, she stopped, taking
her mouth from his cock, red smear of her lipstick
adorning every inch of his erection. Moving on to the bed,
her reflection turned to look directly at Laura, then gazes
burrowed furiously into each other's. Taking his cock in her hand,
she rubbed the head of it against her exposed clip.
Her reflection moaned loudly as she rubbed her pussy along
his cock, her gaze never leaving Laura's. Laura's hand pushed
inside her panties, her fingers probing inside her sex, pressing
his cock between her folds. She lowered herself onto him,
watching the delicately blushed lips stretch around his shaft. Her
own pussy responded with sympathetic sensations. She could damn well
feel it, stretching to accommodate his beautiful cock. As a
Reflexion's hips rose up and down, the cock glistening with pleasure.
She could feel his cock head pressing along the inside
of her pussy. Her clid exposed, her reflection reached down
as her gaze held Laura's, each of them stroking their pink,
swollen nuves in perfect unison, matching her reflections movements. Laura
grasped her breasts, squeezing them tightly, Electricity pummeling her body
as she raised her hips up and down furiously. Suddenly,
her body tensed, the shock of pleasure consuming every sense.
The orgasm grasped every cylinder body, her fingers, her toes
curling tightly, before that split second when it released and
collapsed down through her body. Oh fuck, Laura cried, watching
her reflection share the same experience, so breathing slowed, returning
to normal. The mist returned and the images faded somewhere
in the distance. The golden eyes returned through the mist.
Unable to speak, Laura just saw to herself, what's that?
The truth? Yes, that is the passion that lives inside you,
the laury you deny, and yet you would be so
much happier if you just released her. Laura's wet hair
dropped in front of her eyes, beads of sweat and
dripping over her forehead. Looking up through the strands, she
tried to gather the strength to respond as her phone
suddenly sparked life, the ring tone echoing around her apartment.
Holding her breath for a moment to compose herself before answering,
she managed to strangle Hi, good evening, Laura is detective Andino,
I need to go through a couple of things with you.
Are you free now? Evening? What time is it? What
the fuck has happened to her day? Laura glanced at
the clock on her nightstand, six o nine pm. Sure,
she said, give me thirty minutes to clean up, looking
back at the mirror for a suggestion of what to
do next. The mister had returned. The eye is now gone.
Laura's shoulders slumped as she thought about her recent discovery
on what the true Laura might actually be like. So
I wasn't planning on the part three originally, but I
got so many suggestions. Well, I just had to make
it three parts to fit them all in. And so
if you've made a suggestion, you haven't heard it yet,
it's going to be in part threeh don't tell anybody,
so until next week when we can get wild in
bed all over again. This is devil in Wild with
your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious dreams. The trift
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