Julianne paced around her bedroom excited and afraid. She found herself pacing every night waiting for her handsome stranger to return. Occasionally, she would stop in front of the full-length mirror and assess how she dressed for him. With the light of the setting sun behind her, her body was fully revealed through the sheer robe she wore. The light showed off her small firm breast and slim figure. Julianne felt a brief moment of embarrassment for herself. She had never dressed like this before, even in the privacy of home.
Her mother had complained to her about wearing less each night for bed but Julianne did not care. She was dressing for him, not her mother. Now, dressed in nothing but a sheer robe she was too excited to sleep. She was certain, that night last week was real and yet it felt like a dream.
Julianne lit some candles she had bought from the mall. She had been burning candles every night because they helped her remember him. They were black candles, dark and mysterious like her lover. Whenever she stared into the flames she would remember his eyes, full of passion and a desire only for her.
Julianne remembered back to that night. As a stranger he appeared at her patio door with no warning and seduced her. His eyes were hypnotic and beckoned her to let him in from the chilly night. Deep and dark they probed her soul, knowing her every desire, he had performed magic on her body. In his presence Julianne had thoughts that she knew were wrong, yet they felt right. Thoughts she never knew she could have, or desires she never knew existed, gave way in his presence. Her hand moved to her rosy lips and felt them as she remembered their first kiss, then to the nape of her neck and felt the dimples left from her moment of ecstasy. Thanks to him, the day no longer held any promise for her. Only the night filled her with excitement and a desire to live. But, Julianne was still not certain weather she could go through with the bargain.
The stranger seldom spoke and never gave his name. However, he had offered her a release from her simple and dull life but at a price she was unwilling to pay. He wanted her soul for which she would be given a perpetual lust for life.
Outside, the Sun had set and the candles in the room caused dancing flickers of light across the walls. Julianne watched the images and imagined that one of them was her new lover and the smaller lithe shadow underneath was she. Twisting and twining, they engaged in cardinal lust giving away to unbridled passions. A dance of desires that caused her breast to swell and her breathing to become a shallow pant.
Imagining the shadows to be Julianne and her lover one hand rose to her breast caressing the nipple through her robes. Julianne's other hand moved down her belly to her mound. It was moist and she began to tease her clitoris with slow deliberate strokes. Each drawing of her hand brought shivers to her body.
Julianne's first hand moved from breast to breast, taunting and teasing each nipple in turn. She began pinching and massaging them between her fingers. Helped by her wetness, the motions of her other hand also quickened. She opened her legs and sat back on the vanity's chair. First one finger then another moved into the folds of her vagina and worked deeper with her thumb still massaging her clitoris. Her breathing grew faster until a moan escaped her lips.
A knock came from the door, which shocked Julianne from her dream.
Her mother said, "Honey, are you all right? I thought I heard a noise."
