On the Other Side of Lust (Erotic Story Excerpt)

She wasn’t sure where he came from, but she did know he took her to otherworldly heights of sensuality….

That morning I waited with excitement for my fantasy. I knew I had to do it quickly because I was expected to go to the church that afternoon and work on…well, I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Whatever it was that Joseph wanted me to do, I was supposed to be there to do it. But I had my own things to do first.

I was on my back, naked, watching my breasts rise and fall to the beat of my breath. I closed my eyes and waited. I think I may have dozed off because I don’t remember exactly how it started, where it started, but I felt my legs being caressed and then opened. I felt fingers crawling up my skin until they reached my honeypot. She was already dripping wet, anticipating the pleasures of the imaginary touch. It caressed her, tickled her, made her feel so good.

Every time it happened, my pleasure became more intense. I wanted more. And my curiosity piqued so much that day I couldn’t take it anymore. I finally said out loud what I had been thinking since the experiences began.

“Who are you? What are you? Are you just my imagination? Or is there someone here? I want to know if all of this is real.”

And there began the chain. I felt myself being turned over inside of the sheet until I was completely wrapped up like a caterpillar inside a cocoon. What was once sweet and comforting became aggressive and demanding. I felt it grip my legs, and not in the same romantic, pleasurable way it had touched me before. It forcefully grabbed hold of my calves and I felt my body descending to the floor. I was startled. I knew I wasn’t imagining that.

I tried to wiggle away and take refuge back on the bed, but the hands would not loosen their grasp on my body. I felt myself being dragged on the floor and I watched as my bedroom door flung open. My pleasure and desire gave way to fear as I tried to unwrap myself from the bed sheet and claw myself away from it. But it continued dragging me down the hall. I kicked and started screaming for it to let me go, but it wouldn’t. The closet door opened and I was dragged inside and pushed against the wall. Then the door slammed shut.

My heart was racing, this time not with desire and curiosity, but with terror. What on earth had just happened? I couldn’t move for the longest time. I don’t know if it was because I was too afraid to move or because the hands were holding me in place. Either way, I laid in the closet until I started to feel a little bit of calm.

I was surrounded by darkness. I was ready to leave. I wiggled my toes to make sure I could move them. Then I stretched my legs and arms. When I was satisfied that I had finally regained control of my body, I picked myself up off the floor and watched the fabric fall to my feet. I dove toward the door knob to free myself, but it wouldn’t budge. I jiggled it, but the door refused to open. I could move, but I was still trapped.

My heart started to pound again. I wrapped myself in the sheet and slid to the floor. I buried my head in my hands. I was ashamed. I brought this on myself for questioning it, instead of just enjoying its pleasurable touch. I thought about apologizing, explaining myself, but I didn’t want to provoke it and make it more angry with me than it already was. I felt like a petulant child being chastised for my lack of faith.

For the next few days, I tried to forget what happened. I put my ritual aside because I didn’t want to provoke anything else. If there was a ghost in the house, I thought if I ignored it, it would go away. And if it wouldn’t go away, at least we could try to coexist peacefully.

I couldn’t deny that I missed that time, I missed those touches, but it wasn’t worth my newly-found fear. I didn’t know why it lashed out at me like that, but I wasn’t about to give it another opportunity. It was a nice fantasy while it lasted, but it was time for me to let it go.

But it wasn’t ready to let me go. The more I tried to ignore it, the more things started happening for me to try to ignore. The shower would turn on by itself when I was the only one in the house. Doors would open and close all by themselves. Although it had stopped touching me, it was touching everything around me to make sure I knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Can you believe that on some level I felt jealous? How crazy is that? I felt jealous that imaginary hands were touching door knobs and plates and books instead of touching my body. Maybe that was the point, to make me jealous.

And it worked.

One day I was determined to do something about it. This had to stop. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was getting dressed in the morning, preparing to meet Joseph at church, and when I opened my dresser drawer, a pair of my underwear floated up into the air before my eyes. I stared at it, imagining the hunky man from my dreams holding my panties playfully. The thought made me laugh at first, but then I got agitated. Why was he touching my underwear? Why wasn’t he touching me? Didn’t he want me anymore? Why was he continuing to torment me like this?

I had to say something. Although I was pretty sure it could read my thoughts, I provoked it to act when I said something out loud. I knew it was risky, I knew there was a possibility I would be punished for it, but I had to try. I had to do something to get that wonderful feeling back. I felt empty without it.

“Why don’t you stop playing with my panties and start playing with me?” I said in a soft voice, trying to entice it rather than enrage it.

At first it ignored me. I watched as my panties continued to dance around my head. It was definitely messing with me. But not in the way I wanted.

“That’s really funny, it really is.”

I hoped that giving it a compliment would make it happy. I thought that maybe if I stroked its ego, it would go back to stroking me. I even let out a loud belly laugh for effect. But it still ignored me. Did it know what I was thinking, did it know my evil plan? Did it know that I was only trying to coax it back into my bed?

I started playing with my clitoris, marveling at the wonders of how this little piece of flesh could deliver such great pleasure.

I decided the only way I could lure it back to me was to lay down and wait for it the way I used to. So I took my clothes off frantically and jumped into bed. I watched it playing with my underwear for a few more minutes, but I was determined. I wasn’t about to give up. I wanted it. And I wanted it to want me. After all, it was the only one in this house that ever did.

I laid on my back and waited. I spread my legs open and started pressing my palm against my pubic mound. I ran my fingers up and down my sex until I started to get completely aroused. Maybe it was watching me. Maybe it enjoyed the view.

I decided that if it wasn’t going to take care of me, I would have to take care of myself. I started playing with my clitoris, marveling at the wonders of how this little piece of flesh could deliver such great pleasure. I stopped worrying about who or what didn’t want to please me; I just focused on myself.

It seemed that after a while, it became as tired of me teasing it as I had become of it teasing me. I felt movement on Joseph’s side of the bed, and I turned my head to see an indentation in the mattress. That was a first: I had felt it before, but I didn’t see that kind of visual evidence of its existence until that moment. It made my arousal spike to new heights.

Next, my hand was pushed away from my private parts, and a heavy weight rested on top of me. My arms were lifted over my head and felt like they were being pinned down against the bed. My legs were pried open wider and I felt a sharp sensation against my breast that seemed like teeth. I gasped with delight, trying to breathe, but the heavy weight on top of me made it difficult. I just watched in amazement as I felt my nipples being licked and bitten by an imaginary force. It was so real, I saw droplets of liquid forming around my nipples, sparkling in the morning sun.

Then it really happened. I couldn’t make out what was going on, but I felt a large sensation plunging inside my vagina. I was startled at first, then filled with pleasure and desire. I assumed it was my hunky man’s penis because it felt too big to be fingers. But then again, it had been so long since I’d felt anything like that downstairs, it was hard to know for sure.

It started pumping in and out of me. First it was slow and sensual, then it got faster by the moment. The bed shook underneath me. My body shook underneath him. I started to writhe my hips in sync with the motions, but the weight on top of me was too heavy for me to move freely. I felt the palms of my hands slowly being opened and strong fingers interlacing lovingly with mine.

A hot breath warmed up my neck. My body felt like it would explode all over. And then it became more intimate with me.

“Do you like that, Coralee?” I heard it whisper in my ear. I looked around, a little bit alarmed because I never heard it speak before. It had a deep, manly voice that was demanding and yet tender. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I wanted to believe it was real, but on the other hand, I started to go back to thinking this was all just the product of my overactive imagination.

It made sure I didn’t think that way. He made sure that I knew he was real. “You’re not imagining me, Coralee,” it whispered. “I’m real, and I desperately want to make love to you.”

I gasped. I closed my eyes and it continued to push its way in and out of me with a rhythm that made my body sing in tune. I held on to its hand, and started to feel more and more pleasure rising in me.

“Don’t you like this, Coralee?”

“Yes,” I moaned softly. “Yes, I do like it. I like it very much.”

And he gave me much more to like. I felt the sensations between my legs get more and more intense as it plunged itself deeper inside of me. Then it stopped. I looked around, disappointed, thinking that once again, it had left me.

But it didn’t. It started pumping between my legs even faster until I could no longer breathe under the weight of my desire. I felt my body spasm, especially down there, and then I went limp.

I felt kisses on my neck, and then little nibbles. I tried to catch a breath, but my heart was pounding at the speed of lust. I began to understand why people enjoy sex so much. God knows it had never been so good with Joseph. Even when he was desperately trying to impregnate me, he never gave a damn about how I felt. I’m not even convinced he gave a damn about how he felt. It was all mechanical with him, all just means to an end.

But with my ghostly lover, it was so much better than that, so much deeper than that. I connected with my imaginary man in ways I never could with my husband. I laid on the bed, satisfied and longing for more.

I felt the weight climb off of me. I looked around to see if it had any more surprises in store for me. It did. I felt my hands being held and my body being lifted up off the bed. When I was standing on my feet, it started leading me out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the closet. I started to get nervous. My eyes darted back and forth as I watched the closet door slowly creep open in front of me. I didn’t want to get locked in there again, so I started to back away.

I was sitting on the bed one day. I felt like I could cry. The emptiness was unbearable. I sat at the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands. I was in a state of total despair. Days like that made me wish “the incident” had been successful. I wondered if Joseph would still only refer to it as an incident if I had been successful that night. I had the feeling he would have. And that made me even more sad.

I sensed a presence all around me. It was a warm sensation of comfort that started to surround my whole body until I was basking in it. It suddenly made my sadness evaporate into a big ball of nothing. I started to smile. The heaviness on my shoulders was taken off of me, as if someone had come up behind me to lift the cross that had been weighing me down. I felt like I could float, I was so happy.

Then it happened. The moment I’d been waiting for, begging for. I felt those hands resting on my shoulders. At first, they just sat there, still but firm against my blouse. Then they started to rub me. I leaned back a little bit, and I could’ve sworn I felt a body behind me. In that moment, I knew he came back to me. I knew he had not left me, forsaken me when I needed him most. He rubbed my shoulders and electricity ran up and down my body with every invisible movement.

I closed my eyes and it continued to push its way in and out of me with a rhythm that made my body sing in tune.

Then it grabbed my hand. I wondered how it moved so fast, from behind me to in front of me at lightning speed. I guess that was its way. He could do anything, be anywhere…whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

I was thrilled that he wanted me. I felt it pulling me by the hand, interlacing its fingers with mine. I gladly obeyed its silent command, letting it lead me to wherever it wanted to — even if that meant I’d end up being imprisoned in the closet.

And of course it did want me in the closet. The door slowly opened by itself, and the hand led me inside. The door then shut behind us. The darkness surrounded me, but this time I wasn’t afraid. Even if I was going to be locked in there for hours like the last time, I didn’t care. I was in a state of complete euphoria; nothing could bother me, nothing could take that away from me.

I was even unfazed when I saw him — in the flesh, in my closet. He came from the shadows and as he walked closer to me, I saw his face. It was the basis of my erotic dreams, and also the face of that scary incident. My heart started to pound, but I didn’t move. Somehow I knew I was safe. Somehow I knew I didn’t need to be afraid of him, and I didn’t need to run out of the house this time.

We stared into each other’s eyes silently. Then he smiled. He was the most attractive man I had ever seen. I hadn’t had any dreams about him for a long time, so I forgot how good-looking he was. His body was rock hard with muscles that proudly bulged through his black shirt. As time went on, I started to get nervous. What if this was a prowler? I just put myself right in his path, quite willingly. Again.

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t have any words to say. I started to reach for the door so I could unceremoniously exit, but he grabbed my hand. His touch was warm, soothing.

“You’re not going to call the police on me again, are you?”

I gulped. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t know what to do.

“Really, Coralee, that wasn’t at all necessary.”

I opened my mouth again, but still nothing.

“What’s the matter? I know you know who I am.”

I shook my head. My eyes darted around the closet, trying to make sense of it all. He lifted up my hand and pressed his lips against it. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there.

“Don’t you like that, Coralee?” he whispered seductively.

It all came together. That was the same voice of the man making love to me that day. So it had to be who I’d been enjoying the sweet touches of. I was glad I figured it out, but that knowledge only created more questions than answers.

“I know you like it. You liked it then and you like it now.”

I nodded. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t stop staring at his dark eyes. When he looked at me, it was like he cut right through all of my defenses and saw me for who I really was.

“You’re so beautiful, Coralee,” he whispered.

After my long period of being mute, I was finally able to push some words out of my mouth. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?”

He laughed. His eyes nearly lit up the dark closet with every chuckle. “You don’t know who I am? After all we’ve shared together?”

Blood rushed to my cheeks. I was embarrassed and turned on all at once.

“I know what we did. But I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you’re here. And if you don’t tell me right now, I am going to call the police again.”

He pressed his index finger against my mouth. His touch was so warm, I felt my face get even more flushed by the second.

“You know you don’t really want to do that.”

I shook my head. I didn’t. I wanted answers — but more importantly, I wanted him.

“Tell me who you are, please,” I said as soon as his finger released my mouth.

“I suppose it’s only fair considering how close we’ve been. My name is Lucien. I guess you can say I share this house with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, technically, you are actually sharing the house with me. I was here first, but not by long. I just wandered in here around the time the church gifted the house to Joseph.”

“How do you know about us? How do you know our names?”

“I hear everything. I see everything. Even the things you think I don’t. I saw you looking sad today; I had to come and comfort you. It’s been hard to watch the last few weeks, but I knew I needed to leave you alone for a while. I knew you needed time away from me. But you have to know I never left your side.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you that day, but since I had, I couldn’t reveal myself to you. I had to wait until you were ready. I had to wait until you missed me, otherwise I would have only scared you off again.”

I was intrigued, frightened, befuddled. I felt everything and nothing all at once. I kept telling myself it wasn’t real. It was just my overactive imagination, just all the horror movies that I’d watched as a child coming back to haunt me. Or maybe it was a bad dream caused by indigestion. It could be any number of things…but it couldn’t be real.

I gladly obeyed its silent command, letting it lead me to wherever it wanted to — even if that meant I’d end up being imprisoned in the closet.

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes you do. In your heart and soul you do. It’s your mind telling you that I’m not real.”

When he said that, I was even more startled. Did he really know everything? Even my own thoughts? It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

“It is possible,” he said with a grin. “It’s possible…and it’s happening.”

“Your name is Lucien?”

“Yes.”

“You mean like Lucifer? Are you saying you’re the Devil?”

After I had said it out loud, I started to become horrified. I prayed it was a dream.

He smiled again, disarming me of any thoughts that I may have unwittingly unleashed Satan into my home because of my lust — just like my husband warned me I would if I gave in to the temptations of the flesh.

“No,” he laughed. “I am not the Devil. Although, I’m sure Joseph will tell you that I’m here to do his work.”

“What work?”

“This work,” he said as he pulled my body close to his and started kissing my neck. He held me tightly against him, and I could feel those muscles protruding out of his shirt. His arms were strong, his lips were soft. He pulled my blouse out of my skirt and started massaging my breasts through the fabric. I was melting in his arms with every second. It felt even better than it did when I couldn’t see him. To have actual hands caressing me — hands I could see, hands I could touch — was more than I ever imagined it would be. I don’t think Joseph ever touched my breasts the whole time we’d been married. After all, you don’t make babies that way.

“You have amazing tits,” Lucien said as he reached around and unhooked my brassiere. He started to unbutton my blouse and I watched as it fell to the floor, along with my bra. My breasts were on fire for him, my perky nipples protruded straight in the air, waiting for his touch. He immediately planted his lips on one of my nipples and began to suck, first lightly and then with much more force. “Your tits are gorgeous,” he said in the brief moment that he needed to move his face toward the other side of my chest.

“My tits?” I thought. Even I’d never called them that.

“You can call them that if you want to,” he said when he took another break from devouring my flesh with his warm, wet mouth.

Even though I was excited, I pulled away a little bit, still surprised it was all happening.

“Don’t be afraid, Coralee.”

I kept thinking I was going crazy. That had to be it, I was going crazy.

“There is nothing crazy about what we have between us,” he said, pulling me back toward him.

“What?”

“You see, I really can read your thoughts.”

“How? I don’t understand.”

“Because I’m here to know you. I’m here to know every inch of you, inside and out. I’m here to know your heart…but I can’t deny that right now, I really want to know your body.”

“But who are you?”

“I’m the man of your dreams. And I want to give you nothing but pleasure.”

Lucien reached around and started tugging at the zipper of my skirt. He knelt on the floor in front of me and meticulously pulled it down until it was resting at my feet. Then he spread my legs slightly, and nestled his head between them, kissing my special place through my panties.

I was having that feeling again, that feeling of heat rising between my legs and up my spine. He grabbed my hips and slid his thumbs into the sides of my panties. In one swift motion, he pulled them down so they met my skirt on the floor. He opened my legs a little bit more and started licking me down there. The sensations between my legs were out of this world. His tongue was rough against my skin, but yet gentle with its touch. He ran his tongue up and down my sex and I felt my body completely under his control.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly.

He moved his head to look up at me. He smiled, again making me feel like I’d melt right in front of him. “Something Joseph never will. Something you probably never dreamed of.”

He was right. I didn’t know anything about being touched in that way. I didn’t even know what to call it.

“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of oral sex,” he laughed. “Cunnilingus is what it’s called when I do it to you. At least that’s what it’s called when you let me do it to you. So why don’t you stop analyzing, and enjoy what I know you want?”

“Oh,” I said, feeling embarrassed in so many ways. I was embarrassed that it was happening, and I was embarrassed that even though I enjoyed it so much, I didn’t know what it was. He was so attractive, so worldly, what on earth would someone like him want with someone as sheltered as me?

“I want you because you’re beautiful, Coralee. Inside and out. So, why don’t you lie down and let me give you this gift? I promise, you’ll love it.”

I kicked all of my clothes into a ball in the corner and did what I was told to do. When my back was firmly on the floor, Lucien knelt in front of me, spreading my legs. I watched his head disappear between my thighs as he started to lick me slowly up and down. I gulped with pleasure while he gave me butterfly kisses in my most intimate place. He made me into his lollipop, desperately licking me until all of my resistance melted in his mouth.

My thighs were inflamed with desire for him. Wetness flowed out of me naturally, and as I listened to the slurping sounds coming from between my legs, I became more and more turned on. Occasionally, Lucien would look up at me and smile, his face soaking wet with the juice of my body, and that made me enjoy it even more. Just when I felt like I was going to blow up, he plunged his tongue deep inside of my vagina. At first my body jumped at the strange sensation I was experiencing for the first time. But then, after I got used to it, I moved with his rhythm as he worked desperately to please me and take my body to that special place.

He kept sticking his tongue deep inside of me then pulling it out, doing it over and over again until my body gyrated underneath him. I grabbed on to his head, burying my hands in his thick, dark hair, and squeezing every time his tongue torpedoed my vaginal walls. I started to twitch and shiver from his touch, and then felt an explosion down there unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Lucien stood up over me and laughed. I just dissolved into the floor with satisfaction. I was panting and wet and completely content.

I started to stand up because I wanted him to hold me tight again, I wanted to feel his rock hard chest against mine. But by the time I got to my feet, Lucien was gone.

Want to know what happened next between Coralee and Lucien? Check out On the Other Side of Lust to find out the rest of their story.

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