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This week on Wild and Bed Halloween special, I've collected
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paranormal erotic romance. Laura is still persecuted by the cruel
voices from her high school days. Despite her outward confidence
and success, she is still plagued by self doubt. Her
so called boyfriend has little interest in her beyond casual sex.
But when she comes across an antique mirror, does its
reflections contain more than just tricks of light? What mysteries
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through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Laura looked
again at the mirror, six feet tall and two feet across.
The bronze artwork on the frame was faded from years
of use. The glass itself was still in one piece,
but seemed to be heavily misted. She sighed to herself
as she looked at her clients order details. Everything was
as I wanted. The glass was intact in the frame original.
Their extensive testing had proven that probably needed just to
get clean, she reasoned, a little elbow grease and it
would come up to its original beauty. Being a historical
art agent was never what she planned as she left college.
Then again, back then, she didn't know what she wanted
to be, just somewhere else, away from the taunts about
her weight, her music choices, and pretty much anything else.
The merciless imagination of teenagers could create. The cork and
mirror Laura's side as she stood still in front of it,
Slipping the Midlila folder back into her attached to case,
she took a minute to study the mirror. He didn't
look almost five hundred years, she had to admit, underneath
all the tarnish, his beauty still pulsed. Looking around the
story's unit. Of all the hundreds of times she had
been here before, she had never seen it so empty.
The staff all seemed to have vacated the room, which
was rather unique because she hadn't Paige yet, and it
would be easy enough for Laura to damage the mirror
and deny them their payment. So impact of the artifact,
the mist in its glass seemed to move gently, almost dreamlike.
Holding her breath, Laura raised a solitary finger to the
delicate artwork that adorned the frame. It was forbidden for
her to touch the artifact before signing the relevant paperwork,
but there was something about this mirror, something darkly enticing,
and there was no one else around beneath the tarnish
of years she couldn't quite make out of The imagery
was of tentacles or snakes. Whatever it was, it was
strangely beautiful, beguiling. She thought the metal was warm to
her touch, something she had never expected, and raising her
fingers over the curves, she gasped and stood back removing
her hand as if she had been electrocuted. It moved,
She was sure of it. Well, it writhed, she thought,
like a nest of vipers, looking around the room in
the hope of seeing someone else, of confirming her sanity,
But she was still completely alone. She wondered if it
was just a figment of her imagination. Her heart beat
pounded in her chest, a cold sweat bittered her skin.
As she looked back into the mirror, her knee jure
shot transformed into a range attraction, an attraction that seemed
to veil her mind, shutting out any sense. Raising her
hand again, the movement was their, still a gentle, pulsing
sensation that seemed so strangely sensual, as if the mirror
was breathing in its sleep. Stepping back calmly, this time,
she watched the mirror, lost in her innermost thoughts. After
the longest moment, she picked up her attache case and
went off to sign the paperwork and get home. The
young lady at the cashier desk was friendly and professional
as she processed the paperwork, smiling occasionally, but other than that,
giving Laura very little attention. Eventually, she stopped tapping at
the keyboard and asked where would you like it delivered.
Laura stared at her for a moment, as if she
was speaking a foreign language. Laura's lips moved, but her
brain was not involved with the words coming out of
her mouth. For some reason, she was horrified to realize
she had just given her home address, not the secure
office address. Unable to speak further, the young lady smiled
and said, oh, done, expect delivery later to day and
handed her the receipt. Spell Bound, Laura thanked her mindlessly
and wandered out of the office. The journey home was
clouded with confusion. Of course, a mirror should have gone
to the office. They were the art agents that found
the mirror, had secured the purchase of it and arranged
its transportation here. Why on earth has she given her
home address? Why hadn't she changed it? Where the fuck
was her brain? She just hoped, like hell nothing happened
to the mirror, as there was no way the insurance
company would accept. She just had a brain melt. Closing
the door to her apartment, she kicked her shoes off
and walked into the kitchen and dropping her attached to
case on the counter. Grabbing a bottle of vodka from
the side, she poured a generous measure and topped it
with lime. Sipping it, she tried to get control of
her mind. Okay, so fifteen thousand dollars worth of mirror
was going to be arriving at her apartment this afternoon
when it should be going to the safety of the office.
She was just going to have to say there was
an admin error and arranged for it to be moved
to the office tomorrow. What the hell was the Gorgan mirror? Anyway?
Laura never really got involved with the details of the
history of the items she secured. Her clients had some
broad desires and she wouldn't judge how they spent their money.
That was their call. As long as she got her
twenty percent finders fee, she was happy. Being interested in
their history was a realm of the specialist archaeologists she employed.
Pulling a store from underneath the counter, she sat and
took her tablet from the attach to case and digging
through the original notes. There was very limited information. The
mirror was crafted in around fifteen eighty in Britain for
Edward Kelly. Apparently, Edward was a scrier that worked with
John d who was a sorcerer. Laura could already feel
her headache and gripping her mind reading further ignoring the
growing headache. The metal for the bronze frame was apparently
sourced from Grease, who cleaned the metal had come from
the bronze shield of Persuus when he killed Medusa, hence
the name. Closing the tablet, she decided this was all
too much mythology without several Vodkas inside her, A loud
knock at the door did not help her headache one bit.
The thudding sound pounded around her mind like a jackhammer.
As she opened the door, two broad delivery drivers stood there,
looking mildly confused. One stepped forward and looked at the
clipboard in his hand before looking back at the crate
that occupied most of the corridor, then through the door
into the narrow space of her apartment beyond, and finally
he looked at Laura and gave her a quizzical smile
while he said we have a delivery of a large
antique mirror, his tone sounding like he didn't quite believe
his own words. Damn, Laura thought, where the hell would
it fit in her tiny apartment. Well, the only option
was the bedroom. It would just have to be rested
against the wall until she could arrange for it to
be moved tomorrow. That's right, she replied, trying to sound
like this was all perfectly normal. Please bring it in. Unfortunately,
the bulk of the mirror's creating made it impossible to
maneuver through the doorway. The man with the clipboard looked
at her again. It's frustration, painfully obvious. Could you remove
the rating please? Sighing, he took out a selection of
tools from her back at his side. Obviously they were
prepared for moments like this, and between the two men
they quickly removed the crating. After what seemed like painfully
long minutes, they positioned the mirror against the wall in
her bedroom. There was space for it just but it
would have to go tomorrow. She didn't like the thought
of risking seven years bad luck every time she had
to make a nighttime excursion to the bathroom. Thanking the
two men as they closed the door behind them, she
watched them leave, mumbling incoherently. Lora grabbed the remains of
her vodka from the kitchen and me handed into the
bedroom to look at her new temporary possession. Well, it
certainly dominated the room. It had a presence of its
own that mesmerized Laura. As she sat on the bed,
looking into its depths. Through the mists in the mirror,
she could see her reflection. It must be her reflection, right,
she was the only person sat in front of the mirror.
Only it was distorted, but not in a bad way.
The extra pounds she had carried since hitting puberty were
now gentle curves, the sort she had dreamed of having
every night after high school, and all the taunts from
her peers drifted to silence. Her lips were fuller, more sensual. Somehow,
her eyes sparkled with warmth despite being clouded by the
mirror's miss It was as if the mirror photoshopped her
automatically and showed her the woman she wanted to be. Then,
out of the corner of her eye, she had a
glimpse of the writhing again on the frame. She held
her gaze on the image in the mirror, preparing herself
to move her head quickly and catch the frame off guard. Suddenly,
her cellphone tinged to life, and the scream glowed brightly
to announce the arrival of a text, breaking her concentration. Hi, babe,
I've got a couple of hours free, so thought i'd
come and make your day. Matt just what she needed.
She really wasn't sure there was enough room in her
apartment for both the mirror and his ego. Okay, she
tapped out uncertainly. His knock came on the door within minutes.
He must have been parked outside downstairs when he texted her.
Laura sighed as she opened the door. As always, Matt
pushed past Laura and dropped his gym bag on the
floor next to a discarded shoes. His large frame dominated
the corridor, his shoulders brushing the walls as he walked
through to the bedroom. I needed a little relaxation for
a couple of hours before I hit the gym again,
he barked from the bedroom, and of course I thought
of you, he finished, almost as an afterthought. They had
never been on a real date as such, Laura repeatedly
noted with a feeling of disappointment. Sure, when they first
chatted on whatever the dating app was, they got on well,
and they had had that wan drink in a bar.
Since then, all they hooked up for was casual sex
mainly to fuel his ego. It seemed he was good
looking and very muscular, but after that, there wasn't a
lot about Matt that really attracted Laura on a deeper level.
He certainly wasn't her intellectual equivalent. His conversation focused around
him constantly, but he was cheaper than batteries, and it
was nice to know someone found her attractive enough to
at least get her hard on. She did find it
strange that he always wanted to fuck her, and just
before he went to the gym, they would have sex.
He would sleep for thirty minutes or so and then begone,
leaving Laura with another empty feeling. By the time she
reached the bedroom, he was already undressed and posing in
front of the mirror. Fuck I look good, he said.
Laura's eyes caressed its tight ass. Remembering the moment she
had first seen it, she had actually whimpered. Right then,
Knowing what was expected of her, Laura started undressing and
laying her clothes on a chair. Be nice if you
made a bit more effort with your clothes, he said, dismissively,
focusing on his body in the mirror. Feel such a
plain Jane, Obviously, his erection had no issues over her attire,
she mused, catching a glimpse of him in the mirror.
Maybe it was alighting or maybe the angle, but his
image in the mirror seemed faded and small, all apart
from his erection, which positively vibrated in the mirror. Get
on the bed. I want to fuck you doggy style
so I can watch it in your new mirror, he commanded,
as he walked around the bed naked. Laura climbed onto
the bed on all fours, parting her thighs. Four play
would be nice, she thought, a little seduction. Maybe. Mat
climbed on the bed behind her and pressed inside her.
She winced as he started to thrust into her dry pussy.
Oh fill her hard cock, baby, Matt moaned as he
pounded into her, lifting her head. She could see his
face focused on his own physique in the mirror. As
every thrust punished her dry pussy. She moaned gently when
at last it started to feel good, but her thoughts
were distracted by the mist in the which seemed to
have a reddish hue and be swirling around his chest.
It almost seemed aggressive. The sensations growing inside her pussy
as he relentlessly hammered at her, a gentle orgasm rising
through her legs. At last, Laura gripped the sheets, willing
it to rise faster, pushing her sex back against Matt's
thrust as he suddenly tensed and his hotcomb filled her.
Looking in the mirror again, she watched Matt as he
brushed his hand through his hair and winked at his reflection.
She sighed as her orchasm fell away, like so many
times before. God, that was good, Matt said, as he
spank her butt and pulled away from her, laying back
onto the bed. Okay, so I need to batteries after all,
Laura thought that she lay back next to him. It
was seconds before his breathing slowed and he was obviously asleep.
A single tear drifted down Laura's cheek as she closed
her eyes, letting herself fall asleep to escape the pain
of this moment, her breath slowly sinking into time with Mats.
She couldn't really say how long she was asleep, for
it felt like ours and yet felt like no time
at all. The bedroom was dark, Matt's breath next to
her showed he was still asleep. The mirror at the
foot of the bed, and a gentle, icy glow over it,
like car headlights when illuminating the fog, and just like
the fog on those icy winter roads. The mist in
the mirror seemed to drift lazily, as if carried by
some unfelt breeze. Somewhere on the edge of her hearing,
Lauria became aware of a slow beating sound, as if
her heart permeated the shadows of the room. To her surprise,
she gradually began to realize the mist in the mirror
was moving in time with the beat, as if some
painfully slow, sensual dance was happening before her. Frozen with
dread and curiosity, she watched the mirror, waiting to see
what might happen next, maybe a portal to another world,
a place for ghosts and demons to dwell. The frame
of the mirror began writhing, slowly, keeping its time perfectly
with the beat, the tendrils stretching beyond the confines at
the bronze frame. The first touch of a tendril around
her ankle sent a chill through her, a cold chill
that seemed to transform as if that gentle bead was
moving through the tip of it as it moved up
her leg sending gentle throbs of warmth moving through her body.
As the tendrils grasped her ankles, securing her tightly to
the bed, only one word dominated her mind, surrender. A
dark voice in primitive echoed through her, commanding surrender to
every cellindar body, and all she could do was comply
to submit. Laying her head back down, tendrils moved beneath
her pillow, tempting her wrists above her head, circling them.
Her hands flexed under the warm bonds of the tendrils.
There was a sensation almost comforting about them, as if
surrendering to them was the safest thing in the world.
She felt strangely secure as the tendrils pulled her wrists
tight against the mattress, her naked body prone and vulnerable.
Then there was a new sensation, not of tendrils, but
of fingers, human fingers. Was matt awake, but this touch
wasn't anything like matts. It was sensual and slow, exploring
as it moved slowly over her calves. That gentle pulsing
followed the caress of these strange things, fers, intensifying the
sensations as if to show her body's submission. Laura realized
her heart beat had fallen in perfect time with the pulsing.
It resonated through her body, creating sensations she had never
known before, and somewhere beneath that pulsing, another warmth, the
caress of a breeze, a breath, as if lips were
moving along her leg. She rised gently, her body consumed
with expectation as her fingers. The breath moved up the
inside of her thighs and gently the throbbing caressed at
her folds, enticing the gentle lake that was already in
her pussy to grow. Her clit resonated with her ache
to be satisfied. Her core clutched in temper, with the
beat getting faster and faster. The breath danced over her clit,
forcing Laura to arch her back as shots of electricity
fire through her body, raising her hips to invite her
unseen lover further. The caress of her desire traced down
the inside of her thighs is warm touch, promising unknown satisfaction.
The heat of the breath. The intensity of the pulsing
accelerated as she felt the first caress over her clit,
teasing it exposed and direct. She tried to suppress the
moon that echoed around the room. She tried to control
the sensations, but her legs parted as lust veiled her mind.
A strong chest, A strong chest pressing over her thighs,
parting them further as a breath pressed between her lips,
sending the throbbing through to her corner. Gently but firmly,
the breath thrust into Laura's sax, stretching her pussy lips
tightly around it, filling her completely. The throbbing tip of
the breath teased along the walls of her pussy, inviting
her sensations of lust to accelerate. The burning in her
clip was now a furnace of need. She had surrendered
all ability to control her desires. She had lost all
desire to control them at all, and the belittling voices
of the past and present vanished in this moment as
she succumbed to the pleasure that availed her. Oh fuck,
she cried as she raised her hips violently and pushed
onto the breath, releasing her orgasm. Her body tingled warmly
as a breath the pulsing, the chest moved over her stomach,
writhing under its caress as it brushed across her breast,
tormenting her erect nipples with the whisper of a caress,
pulling them into stiffer peaks. The after glow of her
pleasure spiraled in her breasts, intensifying the sensations burning through
her nipples. The warm touch of an erection teased along
the inside of her thigh, her pussy clutching with a
desperate need to experience it, to feel it fill her.
As the waves of pleasure still pounded her sacks, Nor
raised her hips, but was held still by the weight
of a strong man. Opening her eyes in the faint
glove of the mirror, she could see warm, almond eyes
watching her essential, strong face, lips that promised erotic abandon.
Let me make you mine, A voice, warm and sensual,
echoed through her mind. And I will show you what
you can be. I will show you your true reflection.
A day that had started with madness may as well
end with madness, Nor reasoned as she nodded silently. Suddenly,
her ankles and wrists were released from the grip of
the tendrils. Desire consumed her body as she wrapped her
legs around this man, flipping him over, pressing her hands
against his firm chest. His body was defined, but not
in a gym bunny steroid craft of way like Matt's was.
This was a man who had spent every day of
his life working hard, and it showed in his body.
Desperation and consumed Laura as she grabbed his hard cock,
guiding it into her sax. She impaled herself down onto it.
The aftershocks of her orgasm grasped his girth with demonic want,
pounding her pussy up and down his length. The sensation
still moving through her perpetuated accelerated. His hand grasped at
her breast, pinching her nipples tightly before sliding over the
curves of her stomach. Discovering her exposed clip, he pinched
it firmly before rubbing it hard against his erection. Laura
moaned loudly with pleasure as another orgasm assaulted her senses,
her body tensing around his shaft. The warm caress of
his orgasm danced inside her pussy as her own orgasm unleashed. Panting,
she closed her eyes, just wanting to immerse herself in
the sensation for a little longer. When she opened her
eyes again, the room was back to dark, A very
wet pillow pressed tightly between her thighs. Matt lay motionless
and silent on the bed next to her. How the
fuck had he not noticed? Looking at the clock on
her nightstand, it glowed with three oh six A m
Nora pulled the pillow from between her thighs and shook
Matt to wake him. No response, Matt, she called, it's
three am. You need to be going. No response. Remembering
something of her first aid training from years ago, she
felt for a pulse. Nothing fuck, she complained as she
grabbed her cellphone and punched in nine to one one.
So I hope you're in Join the story part two
obviously next week. What killed Matt? Is he dead? Maybe
he's not? Was it Laura? Was it the mirror? Was
it that strange spooky man? Or You'll have to tune
in next week to find out, won't you.
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