Kelly awoke in the middle of the night from what seemed to be an incredibly vivid dream, still caught somewhere between the phantasmagoric realm and the physical world. Her husband was out of town so she was all alone on this chilly autumn evening, secluded in the estate miles outside of town.
There was a full moon that night, and the room was partly illuminated by the shafts of moonlight that darted through the blinds. Still semi-conscious, she felt an overwhelming, palpable presence of someone in the hallway beyond the closed bedroom door, but she wasn't at all frightened by this mysterious sensation. In fact, she was experiencing strangely erotic, highly charged sexual feelings like she had never known. She felt such a powerful attraction to this alien presence and an irresistible urge to approach it, though she couldn't quite understand what it was. She could almost hear a voice calling her name, beckoning her forth. It was a silky, sensuous voice that she simply could not refuse.
Almost without any effort or conscious deliberation whatsoever, Kelly rose from her bed, wearing only one of her husband's flannel shirts, which covered her down to the middle of her thighs. She could think of nothing else but seeking out this strange entity in the hallway beyond the door. She slowly made her way across the floor without even being fully aware of her movement, as if she were sleepwalking, and slowly opened the door. The hallway was partly lit by the soft moonlight that shined through a large window, and by a streetlight on the lonely road outside. She could see that the French doors in the living room had been opened, and she could hear the rustling of leaves outside on this brisk autumn night. But instead of fear, she still felt only the urge to approach this mysterious presence.
Down the hallway, Kelly could discern the dark silhouette of a figure standing by their grand piano. As she approached, she became aware of a pair of eyes, two pools of almost glowing emerald green that were illuminated by a lone shaft of moonlight that streaked across a distinctly feminine face. They seemed to be the source of the seductive power that drew her onward. She could hear that sensual voice again, calling her name, summoning her forth, like a siren's song luring an unwitting sailor. Kelly could feel those eyes that seemed to burn right through her.
'Come here my pretty,' she could hear, though not a sound was made.
'Thaaat's it my pretty,' the voice teased, laughing almost.
Kelly continued, and soon found herself standing just a few feet in front of this strange intruder, transfixed upon those glowing emerald pools, slackjawed, utterly unable to speak. Standing in the dim moonlight, the mysterious figure stood about 5'7" tall, about the same as Kelly, with a strikingly beautiful face, and a long, sleek exquisite figure. She was dressed entirely in black. She wore a mischievous, seductive smirk, as if she were amused by the power she had over her mesmerized plaything. In the soft light, Kelly could notice her rounded breasts, her slim waist, the gentle curves of her hips, her long, graceful legs, much like a dancer's. But it was those eyes that her in thrall.
Though she never had a bisexual impulse in her life, Kelly was overwhelmed by an intense attraction that she couldn't resist even if she wanted to.
'Let me look at you my pretty,' the voice said.
