The events of which I am now writing did indeed take place. My name is Eric, I am 35 and until now I have never considered myself to be superstitious, a believer of myths, ghosts or anything supernatural. I work as a doctor, so facts and what can sense has been my guide. My life was about to change forever.
I had just completed a medical conference in Harrisburg, Pa, and was driving home. I crossed the state line into Maryland and then into Virginia. The night was cloudy and a rain began to fall. At fist gently and then gradually the light fall of rain became torrents limiting my visibility to almost nothing. I had to get off the road, it was already midnight. Despite the poor driving conditions I was able to make out the sign for a bed and breakfast, which I immediately headed for. The winding road traversed a mile or so, when I came upon the establishment. The house was an old Victorian mansion, a large ominous building with a sign reading "Cruentus Bed and Breakfast: Vacancy."
"An interesting name for a travel lodge " I thought, considering Cruentus was the Latin word for blood red. I ran from my car to the front door the rain was falling in waves, and then thunder and lightning began. Brilliant flashes of light illuminated the sky and claps of thunder shook my very core. I came upon the front door. I was completely soaked. I shook the rain off as best I could and headed inside.
I entered this house with a certain feeling of panic, as if I should have not come here. The inside was very ornate. Victorian elegance at its finest. The home was decorated lavishly with large paintings decorating the walls…people long gone from a different era. A large winding staircase was off to the center of the room going to a platform then turning both left and right. There was a scent that filled the air; it smelled like honeysuckle, although none was to be seen. I stood taking in the grandeur of this house where time had stood still.
"Hello and welcome to my home." I was taken by surprise, I jumped and turned, no one was behind me when I came in, and of that I was certain. There behind me was a woman of pure elegance. She was captivating from the first moment. She stood before me, the smell of honeysuckle, which I had detected, emanated from her. I was speechless, standing there like a complete ass with my mouth wide open. She had a charisma, an aura that exuded pure decadence with the charm of a proper lady. Her eyes were emerald green. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a prim and proper bun. She wore a dress that fit the period style. Her breasts were pushed together tightly, and around her neck was an amulet. It was no ordinary amulet. It was dark crimson red with jet-black striping, and it was fashioned into the shape of a tear. It was held around her neck by a chain of gold.
I quickly composed myself, and introduced myself. I explained to her my plight and that I needed a room for the night. "Of course you do" was her solitary reply. She walked to a small desk and produced a key. "Room C. Take the right staircase at the platform." I asked if there was any ledger or form to register. "Not necessary Eric." I kindly thanked her and walked toward the staircase. I had never seen a more sexually attractive woman. I turned to look one more time and she was gone…no open doors no noise …nothing. A chill went up my spine as I turned and ascended the staircase, and walked down a long hall that had many doors, the one I was assigned was at the end…of course.
I entered my room. A large canopied bed greeted me. Old styled Victorian furnishings complemented the room. And ahead of me was a large fire place…I t was ablaze with an inviting fire. "Odd." I thought. "A fire lit in a room that was vacant until moments ago?"
I was too tired to figure it out. I went into the bathroom to shower. As I stood there, my mind shifted toward my host. Her scent was still on my mind. I pictured her standing before me taking my hand and leading me toward the bed. I grew more aroused as I pictured her riding me my hands being guided up from her hips to her breasts. Caressing her. Feeling her wetness. Her moans softly rising into the night. Needless to say I finished my shower with my cock rock hard. As I exited the bathroom, there she sat on the love seat directly in front of the fire. She was leaned casually across the cushion with her hands supporting her chin. The gown was gone. In its place was a garter with fishnet stockings. She wore a see through robe, which was draped around her shoulders half on half off. Encompassing her breasts was a jet-black bra, which complimented her attire.
I stood there for a moment with the towel draped around my shoulders. I was no body builder but I had a good shape for a guy of 35 years. I didn't move. I slowly removed the towel and wrapped it around my waist. The outline of my cock was still visible. My eyes met hers. Her eyes penetrated my very soul. She just sat there gazing at me completely emotionless, as if she had seen men a thousand times before. "You never told me your name," I said without hesitation.
"You never asked…. its Evanna." I could feel a lump in my throat. She possessed a sensual charisma that I had never felt before in my life. It was calling me…beckoning me toward her. I froze. I could not move as if I was completely paralyzed, and strangely I felt as if she knew it, as if she was willing it to be this way. She stood and walked toward me. She seemed to glide across the floor.
"Love me Eric…. Please…I haven't felt love in…." Her voice trailed off. She reached her hand up and removed the pin holding back her blonde locks. Her hair fell helplessly past her shoulders. Her hands embraced the inner portion of her thighs. Deliberately and slowly her hands moved upward until they reached her mound. A small wisp of blonde hair shadowed her pussy. Her clit was pink and swollen. With one hand she traced the outline, the other caressed her clit. She removed her right hand and placed her finger into my mouth. I could taste her sweetness.
