PROPERLY CENTERED ON HER BED — SHE CHANNELS ORGASMS OF THE DEAD
Aurora’s Pleasure Craving Pussy Can’t Get Enough Endless Extreme Ghost-Gasms
Paranormal | Transgressive Fiction | Dark Erotica | Spirits | Ghosts
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK TRANSGRESSIVE STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
“Aurora, I understand how much you love finding great deals at these estate sales, but I’m not comfortable at all with this one.”
“Dylan, we need a bed; this one’s a steal.”
“But she died in that bed!”
“Yeah, yeah, and she was a slut, and fucked everyone in town on it. I heard all the stories. That’s why it’s only $57, and they agreed to throw in all the bedding.”
“The cum and body fluid covered bedding! You have to be kidding me, Aurora!”
“Dylan, our bedding won’t fit this, buying new would cost us another $200. I can take it all to the laundry mat and wash it on sanitary for $10.”
“Wash it twice on sanitary for $20, and I’ll agree.”
“Deal!”
With Dylan working on third shift, Aurora’s first time sleeping on their new bed will be alone. She doesn’t mind because she loves to stretch out and hog the covers. But tonight, there will be no sleeping.
Sitting on the edge, the tingle in her pussy was like nothing she’d ever felt. Jumping back up in a panic, Aurora is afraid she accidentally sat on Mr. Wiskers. But he isn’t even in their room.
Grabbing and feeling around the end of the bed, nothing can be found. Carefully lowering her firm ass back onto the bed, the tingle picks up right where it left off, causing her to jump up again.
She is off the bed, away from the tingle, but her cravings for more of it have taken over her body. Locking the bedroom door, she returns to the same spot to continue the tingle a third time, right from where she left off.
Finally putting aside her concerns about what or why this is happening to her, Aurora spends the next eight hours trying out one spot on the bed after another. Although any place she sat would tingle her pussy no matter what, different spots had varying amounts and types of tingles.
After scooting her ass around every edge, spending up to a half hour in each spot, she found even more intense feelings the closer she got to the middle. Pissed she didn’t discover this earlier because Dylan was outside their room, asking, “Aurora? Why’s the door locked?”
“I’ll be right there!”
Unable to bring her ass off the center of their bed, Dylan gets impatient, “Aurora! Are you ok? Unlock the door!”
“Fine! Hold on, Dylan!”
This stalemate continues to repeat itself over and over…
…Until, “GOD DAMMIT! OPEN THE DOOR!”
“DYLAN! CAN’T YOU WAIT FIVE SECONDS!”
She opens the door with a very unhappy and tired look.
“Five seconds, Aurora? That was over an hour.”
“Leave me the fuck alone! I didn’t get any sleep.”
“That’s it! This bed is going today. We can go back to our air mattress.”
“Dylan No! It’s not the bed. I had other… problems. Please don’t take my bed. I love my bed.”
“You mean our bed, right?”
“Yeah, our bed.”
With Dylan asleep, Aurora is pacing their apartment like a zombie. She isn’t eating, drinking, or even sitting anywhere. Her legs are tired, her stomach growls, and she’s struggling to keep her eyes open.
Every minute of waiting for Dylan to wake up is torture, but she knows he needs to sleep so he can drive safely to and from work. Finally, she stops long enough to drink water, most of which missed her mouth.
As Dylan steps out of the room, ready to ask Aurora how work went, he quickly notices she’s un-showered and still in her underwear from when he got home.
“Aurora? Are you ok?”
“I just need to sleep.”
“You first need to get out of that underwear, which is soaking wet, and get in the shower. After that, we can see how you’re feeling.”
“No, I’ll just go to bed like…”
{Snap!} With one quick motion, Dylan undoes her bra. “Still got it. Now, can you do the panties, or should I?”
Stubborn and motionless, he yanks them down and carries her into the shower.
“I’m sorry, but wow! You fucking stink.”
Refusing to stay in the shower, Dylan holds onto her with one arm while turning on the water, shampoos, and scrubs her with the other. Aurora gives in by going limp, allowing Dylan to do all the work while supporting her all the way through.
Carrying her to their room, he gets her into a nice lace teddy, this time snapping her crotch closed, vs. all the times he’s snapped it open.
“Aurora, I have to do a double today. Are you going to be OK? Or should I get someone to stay with you? Or can I call in sick? It’s up to you.”
Feeling a little better from the shower and taking a break from holding her body weight up, she replies, “I feel much better. I’ll be ok. Thank you, Dylan, for putting up with me when I’m struggling.”
The second he leaves, she locks the bedroom door again and quickly moves to her favorite spot in the middle of the bed. Staying in this spot, the spirits, ghosts, or orgasmic memories of the bed attack her pussy in the nicest ways.
Aurora isn’t wasting any time testing other spots. Bringing herself to her first orgasm of the day in record time. Wishing she had handles or something to hold onto, she randomly grasps and wrinkles the top cover even worse than before.
The spirits or ghost-gasms don’t stop at just her pussy. They slowly slide along her thighs to her knees and her stomach to her breasts. The fact she showered just moments earlier is quickly lost as her hair curls from the wetness of her scalp, and her flesh shines from sweat drips.
Opening her eyes, the colors of pleasure are amazing and in every direction. Whatever came within her bed is circling her as her orgasms blend together. Her weakened body is drained further as she can’t control her jerks, shudders, and shakes.
Dylan bursts their bedroom door open, falling to the floor! But Aurora doesn’t even notice. Grasping her shoulders and shaking her, he can’t break her orgasmic pleasure trance until he does the unthinkable!
{Smack!}
“What the fuck! Why’d you slap me, Dylan?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You weren’t answering the door. Your body was non-responsive. I had to make sure you were ok.”
“Well, you can see I’m ok, Dylan, so get the fuck out of here! I need to sleep!”
“No! Aurora, you need to get off of that bed right now! Then, get something to eat while I get rid of it.”
She refuses to move beyond squirming her crotch harder into the covers. Dylan is not having it. “I’m sorry, Aurora, but you’re forcing my hand.”
He drags her, screaming, yelling, kicking, and punching, off the bed and into the kitchen. She barely has enough energy to stand, so he leans her against the counter before opening the fridge to make breakfast.
As he does, she takes the little energy she has left to grab the chef’s knife from its holder before stabbing Dylan to death.
More than anything, she wanted to return to her new lover, but it didn’t feel right to smear the blood of her Ex on his covers. Gulping down hands full of the leftovers splattered on the floor next to Dylan’s body, followed by some juice, she is temporarily refueled.
Switching out of her blood-covered teddy, she fights every urge while showering. Refreshed once again, she chooses a bra and panty she knows will please both her and the givers of her ghost-gasms.
Locking, dead bolting, and chaining the apartment door, she turns off the lights in the kitchen before heading back into her bedroom. Dylan’s lifeless form is no longer on her list of concerns. Nothing else will get in the way of her needs.
Crawling to the middle of her lover, her intense ghost-gasms picked up again, from where she was forced to stop earlier. Legs spread wide, pussy pushing hard against the bed, pleasures beyond belief rise from all sides, flooding her room, mind, and body with a rainbow of colors and feelings.
With no more interruptions, nothing can stop the spirits from the slow drain that continues endlessly for days. Her body and muscles weaken and thin as bags under her eyes form. What once was healthy flesh about her neck and shoulders wither away as her unrelenting ghost-gasms continue.
Even her bra, which once was tight and filled with the fullest of breasts, starts to hang as its contents shrink further every hour. Barely able to stay upright, it’s now the spirits surrounding and supporting her body, taking the place of Dylan’s loving support.
Zepilogue: It was complaints about the smell from their neighbors, which finally brought the police. Dylan’s murder scene is carefully mapped out, photographed, and filed. His partially decaying body, with maggots filling the holes left in his face from Mr. Wisker’s need to survive, left his family no options beyond cremation.
No signs of Aurora can be found anywhere. Only her last worn bra and panty were lying in the middle of her bed — a bed that is soon to be donated, bedding and all, to the closest charity.
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