Morning sunshine!
As every early morning the balcony doors to the Mistress bedroom were opened up to let the sunlight in as a refreshing wake up call. It was tradition in the house Souillon except during winter. Subservient lessons taught to Geneiveve Souillon's slaves that had become embedded even unto death.
Feeling a cool breeze sift across her flesh the current Mistress of the house Erin Parrish revived to an extremely vibrant nipple erection, sign of a good night's rest. With her white sheet cloaking most of her body she herself felt as if a ghost. Sensing warmth along her backside, a pressure against her ass she craned her neck to see an interesting sight.
"Well now! A sheet reveals body mass just like rubber gloves and condoms?" She reaches for the sheet to touch her snuggling bedmate only to find her merest caress to deflate the mass, the sheet fluttering back into place behind her. A frown said it all.
"Shoot! I was hoping to feel up some muscles." She just could not grasp why condoms and gloves allowed substance to be held firmly, while other fabrics could not. "Maybe I should just buy all of you studs latex body suits." No fun in that though, she craved body heat and flesh. A real man, one alive and willing to take what he wanted crept into her thoughts. While yes, her deceased playmates gave her the taking part in abundance it was that heartbeat that was missing. The chest hair. The muscle definition. A true throbbing cock to fill her voids. Someday!
Arms still surrounding her waist are met with a smile, at least hands could still be felt upon her person. Warm sensations along her shoulder moving toward her neck she knew her lover was getting frisky. Closing her eyelids once more she embraced his passion and rolled toward him on to her back. Those lovely kisses tugging at her lip abandoned its succulence and found her throat for tender suctions that could indeed leave hickies. Rising back up as if a tongue licking her neckline, then a compression of lips over her chin, finally rediscovered her lips and forced her mouth wide, an invisible tongue toying with hers. Applying her tongue to his as if Frenching looked embarrassingly cute considering it appeared one sided, although feeling an actual entanglement made it worth her time.
She was learning something new every day. Her sheet rising over her body going unnoticed appeared as if her lover was taking her missionary, perhaps it was because the boy known as Amos was indeed easing inside her. Legs wide to encourage entry she felt her pussy lips spread out wrapping about something unseen, her vagina walls graced by a mighty big boy. Her hands unable to touch him they simply reached for open space beneath her uplifted sheet. Able to see beneath it her own body being made love to was mind blowing. Like some hot air balloon her sheet was hollow and form fitting of the bodily stature of her lover. Amazing! Even after her turbulent destruction last night, Erin Parrish was receptive. Tender none the less.
"Careful!" She mumbled, "Mistress is a little sore."
Amos kept his thrusts in short sensual repetitions. Making love to Erin was perfect at the moment. Try as she might to cling her legs around his hips, she just couldn't find him. This was becoming one sided in so many ways, she craved touching, holding on to some form of reality, yet finding it impossible. After five minutes with her eyelids sealed to absorb the passionate sensations, he offered Erin opened her eyes to find a pleasant surprise. Her cellphone still recording was held by two gloved hands hovering to her side capturing every angle of her lovemaking session. Smiling at him she whispered, "Making me into a porn star Curly?" Thumbs up! Regardless, even if he had no idea what a porn star was. "I'm glad you've taken up a hobby."
It still boggled her mind how her cell was even charged up let alone her camera still recording nonstop. It was obvious there was some sort of energy connection, maybe ghosts absorbed electrical current in the air and allowed it to be transferred, it was her only solution. Any paranormal shows she had ever watched often had a reverse effect, usually sapping the power rather than charging it. At least she didn't have to plug it in to charge anymore.
"Just don't butt dial anyone while you're capturing my good side. I'd hate for my mom to hear me having a screaming orgasm." Back to Amos, Erin devoted her passions as best she could, his deep but delicate insertions were raising the bar on her hormones, a squealing climax brought to light. Cooing at her early morning treat Erin sighed and patted the bedsheet over her, literally peering between the sheet and her body to spy only open air and shadow. Like a billowing flag the sheet collapsed on to her. "This is infuriating." She laughed. "Let me up Famous Amos I need to pee."
Escaping her she felt a soft weight vacate, her cunt enduring a thick loss, even as a head slid twice over her clit in a pleasurable finality. Allowing her to sit up Erin scurried from her nice warm bed and into the bathroom across the hall. In her travels she passed by multiple gloved hands honoring her with well taught handmade heart symbols. The love was constantly evident. Sitting on the toilet tinkling she found Curly manning her cell recording even that.
"Okay Curly Boo! Hand me my phone. A girl needs her privacy now and then." Her cell passed over she makes a motion with her knuckles, "Close the door behind you." Out he went, door latched. "So precious." She giggled.
Shutting her camera off she checks the weather and peruses the world news. Sending texts to her mom offering her love first. "I wish I could tell her dad is here with me but that would bring her to tears, and she might think I'm losing my mind." She fidgets, "Kind of makes you wonder if Vivian DeVore went through this before she flew over the cuckoo's nest. She might not have been capable of handling things like I am. Her kids seemed shady though, yet again they were pretty open to my final offer being thirty grand lower than their market value. They just wanted to unload this burden. Mine, all mine!" She was glad to have a home that came with such joyous features. Having a multitude of lovers was just a perk. Her secret!
Caught off guard her cell rang, and she nearly dropped it. Catching it in a hot potato moment she smiles and answers her cell. "Miss Kyra! Wassup Homie?"
"Did I wake you?"
"No! I've been up for fifteen minutes or so. We're both early risers being in the Army."
"True! Listen, I was thinking of driving over for the weekend. Up for company?"
"Are you sure your nerves can handle it? I've... made some friends since you were here last."
"Oh Lordy! Did the Realtor come back to play?"
"Nooo! But I have acquainted myself with the Casper Clan."
"Clan?"
"Relax I'm not getting racist." She giggled, "Of course, I did just purchase some white sheets for my new bed."
"I'll remember this Bitch."
"You know I love you Black Beauty."
"Stop while you're ahead Milk Toast! I'm whole wheat and you know it."
"I would love company this weekend. Oh, I went to visit a psychic. A sweet old woman over in Belltower. I learned a lot actually."
"You believe in... yeah, if you believe in ghosts, which I do too now, I'll take your word on the crystal baller."
"Brimley knows her stuff. Maybe we'll drop by and see her while you're here. Maybe she can introduce you to your future husband."
"Better be a young Denzel." Kyra laughs, "Oh! I... bought you a present. One of my reasons for coming over."
"Awww! What did you buy me?"
"Not telling you. Wait and see."
"Bigger than a bread box that we can both fit inside pretty Miss Whole Wheat? Emphasis on the HOLE in wHOLE and the WET in WhEaT."
"Too funny! Much bigger! I have to go pick it up in 45 minutes and buy a huge bow. Now that I know it's good my coming over let me get showered and be on my way."
"I was going to head into Belltower and get more groceries, but I can wait until you get here."
"It's going to take me near three hours to get there go on ahead. I'll let you know when I'm close."
