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a Halloween special. I've collected all your filthy ideas and
I've put them into the part, and well, this is
what I've come up with. A 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 lay beyond the
miss the cloud? This mirror's antique facia. Hi, it's Devlin
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moving 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 they wanted. The glass was intact in
the frame original. Their extensive testing had proven that probably
needed just to good 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 sighed as she stood still
in front of it, the Madlila 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 for bidden
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. Traising 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, 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 shot transformed into
a strange 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 long this moment, she
picked up her attashie case and went off to sign
the paperwork and get home. The young lady at the
cashier disc 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, or done, expect delivery later today,
handed her the receipt. Spellbound, Laura thanked her mindlessly and
wandered out of the office. The journey home was clouded
with confusion. Of course, the 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? 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 the
history was a realm of the specialist archaeologists. She employed
a store from underneath the counter. She sat and took
her tablet from the attached to case. 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
gripping her mind, reading further ignoring the growing headache. The
metal for the bronze frame was apparently sourced from Greece,
who claimed 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 in 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. It was all
perfectly normal. Please bring it in. Unfortunately, the bulk of
the mirrorest crating 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 pack 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 a 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 POWs 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 cellf owned, tinged to life, and the scream glowed
brightly to announce the arrival of a text, breaking her concentration. I, 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, Mat
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 one drink in a bar,
but 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 a high. 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 his 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. You're 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 a lighting 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.
Full play would be nice, she thought, a little seduction. Maybe.
Mac climbed on the bed behind her and pressed inside her.
She winced as he started to thrust into a dry
pussy 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 mirror, 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 hot come filled.
Looking in the mirror again, she watched Matt as he
brushed his and through his hair and winked at his reflection.
She sighed as a roorcasm fell away, like so many
times before. God, that was good, Matt said, as he
spank to butt and poured away from her, laying back
onto the bed. Okay, so I'll need those 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 tice
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 had 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 edgebra hearing, Laura 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 of 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 beat was moving through the tip
of it as it moved up her leg sending gentle
throbs of warmth moving through her body. As her tentril's
grasped her ankles, securing her tightly to the bed, one
word dominated her mind, surrender. A dark voice in primitive
echoed through her, commanding surrender to every cellinar 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 her 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 fingers, intensifying the sensations as if to show
a body's submission. Laura realized her heart beat at fallen
in perfect time with the pulsing. It resonated through a 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 rises gently,
her body can assumed with expectation as the fingers the
breath moved up the inside of her thighs 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. The
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 erect. She tried
to suppress among 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 sacks, 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 depulsing 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 breast, 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 him, to feel it
fill her. As the waves of pleasure still pounded her sacks,
Laura 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 but strong face, lips that promised
erotic abandon Let me make you mine a voice, warm
and sensual, echoed to 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, Laura 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 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 clt 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 that 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 h six a m.
Laura pulled the pillow from between her thighs and shook
Matt to wake him. No response. Matt, she called, 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 enjoying this 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, But until next week when we can get
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