Author's Note: Shout-out to my editors: AH, HB, CL & AV! This is my first foray into erotic writing and this is the beginning of an erotic horror story that will pick up next chapter! I hope you like it!
-Mr. Chaos
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Her hands glided gracefully under the water, rubbing against each other in smooth motions. The soap slowly dissipated from her hands; it either vanished completely or dripped into the maw that was the drain of the sink. The faucet shut off, and the water swirled down the drain silently, as if it had accepted its inevitable fate of what was to come. Chloe looked up, and studied herself in the bathroom mirror.
At only 23 she was in the prime of her youth. Curly brown hair, now a little tussled after her long day at work, framed her face, falling a few inches past her shoulders. She had large brown eyes, often giving her an apparent look of wonder, one that created the appearance of being even younger. A small nose, thin lips and cheeks with just a hint of baby fat made up the rest of her face. The white blouse she wore while working was buttoned nearly to the top, hiding her full B-cup breasts that were encased in a nice, albeit plain, pink bra. Her stomach was flat and her hips were wide, at least wide for her otherwise slender frame. She turned around and looked at her ass that was ever so slightly hugged in her black business slacks; it was small, but not flat; rounded, but not overly-sexual. Her thighs were shapely and her legs a good size that ended in small feet contained in modest heels. She looked professional. Chloe turned around again, resting her palms on the counter of her bathroom and sighed.
Having only been at her job for a few months, she kept to herself mostly. She kept her head down, and generally dressed in a way that wouldn't draw attention. She almost always ate lunch alone and rarely spoke to any of her co-workers, besides her boss, Mr. Peterson. He was a gruff, large man who was well into middle age. He was much taller than her five-foot-two frame, as most were, and she always felt very timid and small around him; although she didn't usually let herself get pushed around. Most days she just sat at her desk, typing away, hoping no one would come and check on her.
Work was finally over. Mr. Peterson wished her a good evening in a way that was out of character for him. In fact, he seemed to be in an oddly cheery, almost giddy mood all day. But she ignored it, her mind elsewhere as she was finally getting out of work. Her drive home always felt robotic, so ingrained into her it was. She reached her apartment complex - a small three-story affair - and bounded up the steps as fast as she could in her heels, happy to be back to her small, second floor apartment.
Chloe rushed down the hall of her apartment floor, eager to get home. As she reached the front door of her humble abode, she fished out her keys from her purse, and pulled out her phone as well. The screen lit up -- a missed call from Darren. She sighed. Unlocking her door, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, she entered the apartment, not noticing the figure standing at the end of the hall. The door slammed loudly, and the figure moved forward.
Chloe threw her purse down, kicked off her heels and shed her work jacket. It was the weekend, finally. She settled onto her couch as her phone lit up again; another text from Darren. She had been screening his calls and ignoring his texts since lunch. She pursed her lips as she set the phone down, further ignoring her boyfriend's attempts at reaching her. Maybe "boyfriend" wasn't the right word. They had had sex several times and been on a few dates, but no real connection had been made. And now they were fighting.
Only couples fight like this, right?
She picked up her phone once more, started to type on its slightly scratched touch screen before setting it down once more. She stood up and stretched, and headed to her bedroom. She was determined to relax despite the stress that commitment had brought. She moved in the direction of her bedroom, consumed by her thoughts, trying to free her mind of the poisonous worries that overwhelmed her brain.
Reaching her bedroom, she headed towards her bed, her body practically yelling at her to rest amongst the bright sheets. She sighed once more as she lay across her full bed, stretching, grasping at the sheets. The velvet cloth felt good against her skin and she turned her head, nestling her face into one of her pillows. She knew what would calm her down.
She turned to lie on her back, moving to the center of the bed. With one hand she began to unbutton her blouse, and with the other, her pants. She wiggled her hips until her pants were well down to her knees, and she pushed her pink underwear down with them. Her free hand ripped open her blouse's remaining buttons, and found its way under her bra, lifting it up under her chin. Oh yes, this is exactly what she needed.
She cupped her chest with both hands and inhaled sharply. Massaging her right breast with one hand, she moved her other up to the same breast and began to tweak her nipple. The massaging became rougher and the tweak turned into a pinch, which quickly became a pull. She twisted her nipple sharply, sending a jolt to her sex and turning her nipples from their natural light pink state, to a bright shade of red. Her hand snaked down to her pussy, feeling it's wetness with only a brief brush of her fingers.
She moaned softly as she rubbed the outside of her usually small lips, now swollen and hot from her nipple stimulation. Her index finger pulled back the hood covering her tiny clit, and her middle finger pushed between the folds of her slit. She was soaked. She curled it in, finding that perfect spot from years of practice and began to rub her finger in a circular motion. Chloe moaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut in obvious pleasure.
Her index finger began to make circles around her clit, not directly touching it, but teasing the edges with slow, deliberate motions. She moaned again and twisted her nipple more, pulling it as hard as she could. She slipped her index finger inside of herself, moving it from her clit, and began to pump herself with both fingers, grinding her mound into her palm, her natural lubrication destroying any friction that may have existed. She moved faster and faster, panting with excitement. Taking the place of her index finger, her thumb pressed against her clit, moving it deftly back and forth. She thrust her hips forward, her hand moving from her nipple to the bed, pulling at the sheets. Her whole body quivered as pleasure washed over her. Arching her back she moaned her loudest yet, practically screaming with the intense euphoria her self-pleasure had created. With one last buck of her hips, she collapsed back into the bed, panting from exertion.
Her whole body relaxed and she exhaled loudly. Chloe turned over and curled up into herself, smiling. A look of satisfaction was plastered across her face, her hand still rested between her legs, enjoying its warmth. She yawned loudly before dozing off, not hearing the sound of her phone vibrating in the other room or the light patter of footsteps outside her front door, lost in her own world of pleasure.
Unbeknownst to her, a small scratching sound could be heard briefly from her door, before abruptly going silent.
