1. An Eerie Night of Madness


    Date: 10/30/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Hannah_Jones, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    him. His body wasn’t lit up…yet there was light emanating around him. He sat on the edge of the bed and reaching toward me, he took the pillow I had been clutching, sat it aside, and caressed the side of my face with the back of his hand. “Lovely Hannah. So many times I’ve watched you. So many times I’ve done just this, always while you slept. So many times I’ve wanted to show myself. Never the opportunity. Until tonight.” Torn between the fear that he was a psycho stalker who had somehow gotten inside or something beyond my sense of comprehension, and the unnatural calmness I felt when he touched me, I remained quiet. Leaning in, he softly kissed my cheek, his lips barely a whisper against my skin. He put his hand in my hair, letting his fingers slide through my tresses, seemingly amazed. His hand went from my hair to my cheek, his thumb tracing my lips. I wanted to scream, to run. Yet, I wanted to stay, to feel his touch. I was more afraid that I’d ever been at any point in my life, yet I felt the safest. A tear made its way down my cheek. He continued to touch my face. Tracing my lips, my eyes, my cheekbones. His touch was both frightening and comforting. I wanted him to stop, yet I was afraid that he would. “All the times you’ve asked for my help, I’ve been there,” he whispered against my cheek as his fingers made their way lazily up and down the length of my bare arm. “I hear you even when you don’t voice your concern. I reply even when you don’t realize you’ve made a ...
    request. And now… tonight …” He kissed my neck; soft, gentle, caressing…I felt my body begin to relax. His hands slid beneath my tank top, touching the bare skin of my midriff, softly, gently. His lips kissed along my jawline, neck, and shoulders. My top was slipped over my head before my mind could register that it was wrong, and by then he was kissing my breast swell above my bra, his hands stretching my body to a prone position on the bed. Lying on the bed, his hands upon me in tender caresses, his lips plying my body with gentle kisses, I was caught in the turmoil of my mind. Part of it was urging me to stay quiet, to accept what was happening while another part was screaming for me to make it stop. Bill and I weren’t married, but we’ve lived together for years, and even if things were a bit rocky right now, that didn’t give me the right to let another man touch me. And this wasn’t just another man… or something like a man. This was someone who seemed to have been stalking me, who claimed to know me, know about me… A stranger, to say the least. My body was becoming more receptive to his touch. I could feel the familiar butterflies stirring in the pit of my stomach, the electric-like current in my bosom. It was wrong to feel this way… with this man. I sat upright, knocking him away from me. “No!” I said, my voice somewhat breathless as I scrambled across the expanse of the mattress to the other side. He reached over and took my hand in his. “I am no one to be afraid of,” he ...
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