Haunted Phone Sex- Heather Explores A Haunted House Part 1

 

I decided to explore a beautiful abandoned home in the area for Halloween. They say it is haunted, and I wanted some spooky pictures. So, people had photographed the servant quarters in the last ten years but said they couldn’t get near the house. There seemed to be a presence there. In other words, a foreboding, protective presence that they had all felt better leaving alone. Of course, I was not dissuaded. Honestly, ghosts excited me, or rather the possibility of them. Seriously, my spine tingled in anticipation as the trees opened to reveal the once beautiful mansion, its large white pillars chipped, the second-floor balcony had planks missing, and the front door was wide open.

“Wow.” I breathed, raising my camera. I snapped a picture quickly. So, while I pulled the camera away, I saw an image on display. A tall, dark-headed man stood in the doorway, watching me. Although, when I looked up and saw no one. There was someone there, though. Of course, the steps were creaky but strong as I ventured onto the porch. Slowly, I walked toward the grand entrance. Suddenly, movement caught my eye to the side in what used to be the dining room. It was that tall man. I saw a glint of a sword on his side. “Hello?” I asked, “Is there someone here?” The presence felt like a warm embrace. Felt passionate.

This place is haunted. 

“Come upstairs.”A  warm, mellow voice said, “Don’t worry, it’s safe. I wouldn’t let you get hurt.” The drawl was thick, like honey, and my skin tingled with a warmth that ran from arms to legs and pooled between them like a nest. “I’ve been waiting so long.” The voice purred. “I missed you.” “Who..who are you? How do you know me?” I asked as I was drawn to the bedroom to the right, directly off the stairs. “You’ll remember.” He purred. Inside the room, the floor was painted a light blue, chipped, and old. The fireplace had cobwebs and a draft. The windows on either side of the fireplace were broken, and one ledge was rotted. In the corner was an old vanity with a big mirror—the only piece of furniture in the room. It was just like my haunted phone sex fantasy.

 

Of course, I should have been afraid when he walked up behind her, his shirt opened down, suspenders looped by his hips, and his hair messy. Seriously, can ghosts look like that? I stared in wonder as he looked at me. First, lifting my hair off my neck. Well, I shivered as I felt an electrically kiss on her neck; I could feel his lips on my neck, brushing softly over the skin. Slowly, I slid my eyes closed. Why do I feel ok with this? Then, he nuzzled me as his hands rested under my breasts. “I’ve seen you in my dreams. Didn’t think ghosts were real.” Suddenly, the image in the mirror shifted. I was back in time! To be honest, it was breathtaking.

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