I was thirty when I bought my house, and I was lucky to find one. I was surprised to see this one on the market at such a reasonable price. It was an old house, to be sure, but it had been recently renovated and was very roomy. As a single man with no kids, it was way more house than I needed, but I was thinking about the future. It was too good to pass up. What followed from this was at times bizarre, erotic, and intensely emotional. It changed my life forever.
I got a hint and a warning about why the house was so affordable at the inspection. The seller was also the builder who had done the renovation. Apparently, the place had been unoccupied for a long time before he bought it. He showed up for the inspection in person, and he was a talker, so I learned a lot about the place. I got the impression that he couldn't wait to be rid of it. To believe his side of things, the renovation was an interminable series of misfortunes. Tools went missing, workers had minor accidents, pipes broke, and fuses blew. The builder was convinced that the place was cursed.
I didn't believe in superstitious nonsense, so I thought that was silly. If this guy was going to let fairy tales affect his judgment, I was happy to be the benefactor. The inspector I hired assured me that the pipes and wiring were upgraded during the renovation and there were no major problems. The inspector did say he didn't like the way the HVAC system was installed, but it wasn't unsafe, and it was presently functioning. I was perfectly happy to move forward. We closed in the middle of July. Unfortunately, the hottest part of the summer was on the way, and I would soon wish I had insisted on repairing the air conditioning.
I didn't notice anything unusual right away. Like I said, I didn't believe in superstitious nonsense, so I was probably ignoring the signs. The move in was uneventful and I had things how I wanted them within a week or so. I was pretty excited for this major milestone in my life. I was thinking that turning thirty meant it was time to settle down, get a place of my own, and try to find a serious relationship. I wanted a family before long. I wasn't having luck with the serious relationship, so the place of my own would have to do for now. I also figured owning a home might help me show potential partners that I was mature and responsible. Well, owning this particular house was not going to make it easier to meet anyone.
I had the first inkling of something wrong one night while I was sitting and reading a book in the first-floor sitting room. I was feeling a little lonely that night. I wished I had invited a friend over or made plans to go out. I'm usually very introverted and happy for time alone, but I had a funny unwell feeling. I heard some loud thumping and banging noises coming from upstairs. This freaked me out, because I was alone in the house, or at least I thought. I entered 911 in the keypad of my phone and had my finger poised on the dial button. I grabbed my bat from the closet and went to check out the noise. After nervously searching the whole house, I found nothing. I concluded it must be rodents or something in the walls. I made an appointment with an exterminator. Two days later, I was annoyed when he told me there wasn't anything wrong. What was that noise then?
By August, I was getting frustrated. A plumber found nothing to cause a banging in the pipes and the electrician said there was no reason I kept finding lights turned on. I was going to go broke paying for technicians to tell me there was nothing wrong.
One evening in late summer, I went on a blind date a coworker had arranged. I told the girl about my new-home frustrations. She listened with wide eyes and promptly pronounced that I had a ghost. Internally, I was pretty scornful of this statement, but I was polite for the rest of the evening. The date went well otherwise, but I was noncommittal when she brought up the idea of getting together again. Silly superstitions! I couldn't get past that and we didn't go out again.
After another week, something definitely was broken in the house. The air conditioning went out on one of the hottest days of the year. In a bizarre way, I was happy to have a problem with a solution rather than more unanswered questions. I was less thrilled later when I got the bill for the repair, but it didn't make me as angry as the unexplained noises.
I didn't realize I had an issue with the air until after work when I came home to a sweltering house. Unfortunately, the technician wasn't able to come right away. Being such a hot day, they were busy with a high volume of calls. It was going to be a long, hot night for me and possibly more than one.
It was one of those still, hot, sticky nights where the temperature never dropped much, even after sundown. I watched TV with a fan blowing in my face, but I was soaked with sweat. When I trudged up to my room, I didn't think I would get much sleep at all.
I opened the window and put the fan on its highest setting. The shorts and t-shirt that I typically wear to bed were soon drenched with sweat. I took them off and laid down in my underwear. In a final act of desperation, I slid them down and kicked them away. The slight breeze from the fan blowing over my naked form did seem to offer some relief. I finally managed to doze off well after midnight.
Despite being unable to fall asleep much of the night, I had pleasant dreams, or so I thought at the time. I was in that ambiguous place between sleeping and wake. I was having an erotic dream, but I was conscious enough to realize that it was a dream. A young woman, probably in her early twenties, was sitting on the edge of my bed with her hand on my cock. I was hard, and she was pumping her hand up and down. I was breathing deeply as I rapidly felt a pleasurable sensation build up in my cock and burst forth as she jerked me to ejaculation. I woke as I felt myself coming. Reaching down, I found a pool of semen on my stomach and I groaned with internal embarrassment.
I grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and wiped up the mess. Geez, I thought, I hadn't had a wet dream in years. It was not a normal occurrence for me. What a sad testament to the state of my love life. As I took my morning shower, I resolved to redouble my efforts to get out more and meet someone. That being said, I did go through my day with a smile on my face after the pleasing dream and the release.
From the day of that erotic dream, there was an indescribable change in my mood around the house. The banging upstairs and the funny electrical problems seemed to resolve. I felt more comfortable, more at home. In the evening, when I was reading or watching TV alone in the sitting room, I never felt lonely anymore. I had the same cozy feeling I used to get when I would sit with my ex and read at night by her fireplace. Sometimes, when I was out of the house -- never when I was home -- I worried about whether I was becoming too much of a homebody. That comfortable feeling was keeping me from getting out to meet up with friends or go on dates. Several weeks went by and this warm feeling in the house continued to grow conversely with a nagging feeling of isolation.
It wasn't until the air conditioning went out again on another very hot night that I started to realize that something truly abnormal was going on in this house. It wasn't just the fact that the air conditioning failed again. I was perfectly ready to believe that the technician had screwed up, but what followed was undeniably unnatural, unless I was going out of my mind.
In my hot bedroom, I decided to sleep in the nude again. As I drifted off, the faint whisperings of the air moving over my naked skin were once again a pleasant sensation on an otherwise unpleasant night. Outside the open window, the sound of the crickets was loud in stifling air.
At first, I thought I was just having a reoccurrence of my pleasing erotic dream. I saw the young woman again. She was sitting nude on the edge my bed. As before, she had her hand wrapped around my cock and she was stroking. It was responding to her touch and swelling to its full erect size and hardness. I smiled as I recognized the dream. A moment later, I frowned. If I knew it was a dream, then it would soon be over as I regained full consciousness. I groaned because I wanted to come now that I was turned on. The last time, the erotic dream and the nocturnal emission had been more fulfilling than jerking off ever was. The hand slid loosely over my sensitive flesh and I moaned again.
I was fully awake then. Opening my eyes, the image of the woman was gone, but the feeling remained. It must be my imagination, I thought, but I could still feel the hand. I shook my head to clear away any cobwebs of sleep. It was still dark outside and the crickets still chirped loudly. I was definitely alone in my familiar bed in my room, but it felt like there was a hand on my cock.
"What the fuck?" I said out loud. My heart raced. I shivered and my body was covered in goosebumps despite the steamy weather. I could distinctly feel a hand on my cock and the trace of the arm draped across my leg.
What was happening to me? Was it a psychotic episode? Was this a physical manifestation of something wrong medically? The feeling of a moving hand stopped, but it still felt like I was being gripped lightly at the base of my cock. I was about to jump out of the bed when I felt something more on my manhood that kept me riveted to the spot.
It was a mouth
, I realized with a gasp. It was delightful. I felt the moist lips parting and engulfing my swollen head. The tongue was there too, swirling with warm saliva.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled, as she took in more of my hard cock. I knew it was the young woman from my dream. I just knew it. But it wasn't a dream. She was really
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