Table of Contents
SUPERNATURAL SEDUCTION Title Page
A Haunting Passion by Simone Perry
About Simone Perry
The Ritual of Serenity by Logan Woods
About Logan Woods
An African American Werewolf in London by Marcus Williams
About Marcus Williams
Hard to Resist by Logan Woods
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It had been almost two years since the passing of her beloved husband, but Scarlett still missed him dearly.
Adam was a good man, with a kind heart and a carefree nature that complimented Scarlett’s fastidious personality. She missed the way he would bring her breakfast in bed every Sunday, and the way he would leave her little ‘I love you’ notes on the fridge. There were a million and one things she missed about her loving husband; but most of all she missed the warmth of his big arms as they shielded her from the world.
Scarlett knew she couldn’t go on like this. She couldn’t keep living in a dream where he might someday return—it was time to box his things up and move them into the basement.
Scarlett didn’t like going down into the basement: it was dark, very dusty and the creaking of the floor frightened her.
I wish Adam was here, she thought to herself as she descended the battered steps with his fleece jacket safeguarding her.
Coldness surrounded her as she moved deeper into the basement and turned on the light. The shadows that lingered on the red brick walls haunted Scarlett as she hastily kneeled down to open the boxes for one last inspection. Sifting through tattered old baseball cards, science fiction memorabilia, and sentimental gifts brought tears to her eyes once again as memories of Adam consumed her.
Suddenly, a long-forgotten photo emerged from the pile and brought a smile to Scarlett’s face. It was a framed picture of Adam and Scarlett together on their first date.
As she held it close to her chest, Scarlett felt a strange chill rush through her hair. Without hesitation, she hastily left the basement and locked the door behind her. The photograph still remained in her hand as she ran away, before she placed it above the stone fireplace.
That evening was the hardest since the night of the car crash. No amount of red wine and television could compensate for how much Scarlett yearned for Adam to walk through the door and hold her tightly. She wanted nothing more than to feel his strong, muscled arms run across her delicate body as she kissed his him passionately on the lips. Visions of his sculpted chest, sexy lower abs and beautiful hazel eyes began to moisten her silk panties, but it was his defined jawline and short brown hair that really enticed Scarlett as she imagined him slowly kissing her neck.
She recalled how he used to come home from work, strip off his shirt and pull her close to his hard body, before quickly maneuvering his hand up her skirt in a teasing fashion. She used to love it. She missed how they would often sink into the couch and make passionate love as if they were still teenagers terrified of getting caught.
An urge to reach between her soft legs and caress her wet lips slowly began to creep into her mind, but it all felt too weird within moments of sliding her hands down into her womanhood. She had tried to relieve her sexual desires several times before, but she was always met with feelings of guilt and betrayal. Could she really masturbate over the fantasy of her husband returning to take her to that special place once more?
As her home grew colder, Scarlett retreated to the warmth of her bedroom, and once there she began to undress herself. Carefully, she unbuttoned her jeans and stripped them from her long legs, before tossing her sweater to the side and taking off her bra that mismatched her panties. Her long blonde hair was tied up as she once again slipped into one of Adam’s oversized t-shirts, before withdrawing to her comfortable bed. The cold air had followed her upstairs and began to linger around in the bedroom. Thoughts of Adam’s warmth soon provoked Scarlett to hug herself tightly as she shivered uncontrollably.
It wasn’t until she stopped tossing and turning restlessly that she began to feel a strange presence in the room.
I must be going mad, she thought to herself as she nervously turned on the bedside lamp.
As Scarlett lay in her bed with each hand clasped desperately to the sheets, she suddenly felt movement coming from below.
A cry for help frantically tried to escape her lips, but it was no use; Scarlett was frozen stiff. Her piercing blue eyes began to close tightly as a thousand thoughts raced through her head.
What’s happening? Am I going to die? Is it a ghost? Is it something else?
As the movement below started to grow more prominent, Scarlett felt fingertips cautiously move up her legs and towards her soft thighs. She desperately wanted to run, but her body refused to move. Instead, she lay helplessly as a mysterious entity began to slip between her thighs and slowly stroke her dampened satin panties. A faint moan ensued as she felt her sweet spot uncontrollably burn with desire.
It had been almost two years since she had been touched like this, and whether she liked it or not, her body was relishing every second of it. As she grew more and more enticed by the stroking of her panties, Scarlett began to notice the bed sheets slowly uncover her petite body.
“W-What’s happening? This has to be a dream,” she said as the sweat on her skin glistened in the light. Just as the words left her soft lips, everything stopped.
It wasn’t until Scarlett found the courage to stand up that she was met with a passionate kiss on her lips, followed by a painless nibble on her earlobe.
“A-Adam? Adam is that you? Am I really going mad? Is this real?” Adam had always kissed her this way, and even the stroking of her panties had felt somewhat familiar. “Adam, if it really is you… please… just give me a sign.”
Scarlett didn’t have to wait long before the sounds of “And I Love You So” by Elvis Presley suddenly began to play on her vintage record player that sat in the corner. It was their song. They both fell in love to this song, and it had followed them right to their wedding day.
“I-I don’t believe it, how is this even possible? Adam… Adam,” Scarlett said as she slowly fell to her bed.
As she lay silently on her bed, those familiar fingertips found their way back to her satin panties. Scarlett wasn’t afraid anymore. She wanted this. She ached for him to bury his manhood deep inside the moistened lips that had missed his touch.
“I want you, Adam,” Scarlett said tearfully as she began to spread her smooth legs apart and gracefully let her panties fall between them.
Faint moans became loud screams of enjoyment as she felt the full force of two fingers repeatedly venture deep inside her, before grazing her special button. It all felt too surreal to Scarlett, but she didn’t want it to end. She remained still and allowed the pillaging to happen, whilst her neck was kissed lovingly for several minutes. Scarlett soon found that her hands were almost unwillingly brushing against her breasts as she enjoyed the deep penetration from below.
Just as she thought she could smell a familiar aroma, a throbbing girth penetrated deep between her legs. This was it! This was the confirmation she had been waiting for. Adam had always been a man of width rather length, and he had always been a man who knew how to use it.
Each thrust felt as good as the next as Adam’s head continuously grazed her g-spot and often forced her to beg for him to go faster. As the moans intensified, the invisible Adam quickly removed the oversized t-shirt that concealed Scarlett’s supple breasts. The exposed nipples stood erect and bounced with each movement of her sexually pleased body. She began to feel Adam’s lips pressed firmly against her cheek, before they maneuvered to her mouth and found her lower lip. A tingling sensation began to run through Scarlett as her long blonde hair fell loose over her shoulders.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before her body peaked and let out uncontrollable moans, but she didn’t want it to end so soon. There was a chance he would never come back again. Scarlett ached for a mouth to suckle on her nipples, or a familiar muscled body to be exposed in front of her, but it never happened. Adam wasn’t visible, so instead she imagined the sight of blood pumping up his big arms, the sweat disheveling his hair, and the erect manhood entering her. The thoughts of his handsomeness consumed Scarlett, until suddenly she began to cry out in relief.
She couldn’t contain it any longer, every thrust felt so wonderful that her body trembled in excitement. Her tiny fingers wrapped around the iron bed panels and squeezed as hard as they could. A shooting tingle coursed through her fragile little body as her lips trembled with each cry. She was coming, and it had never felt so good. The tingles soon began to diminish and Adam’s presence inside her suddenly disappeared.
As her body relaxed and the screams were no more, Scarlett felt a more recent familiarity. There was no Adam to hold on to, no arms to fall asleep in, or hazel eyes to stare deeply into; sadness once again loomed over Scarlett.
~ ~ ~
The next morning was a blur to Scarlett. She spent it lying in bed pondering over the night that just passed.
“Adam, are you there? Please, give me a sign that you are there,” Scarlett said repeatedly with desperation in her tone.
No matter how many times she asked, Adam never made contact with her.
How can he just ignore me like this? It’s been so long, she thought to herself as she slumped beneath the sheets with tears rolling down her cheeks.
It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that the intrusive chill began to once again linger around the house. Scarlett wondered if she should go out and perhaps tell somebody what happened the night before.
Would anybody even believe me?
As she clothed herself effortlessly in the same jeans and over-sized sweater that she’d been wearing three days in a row, a knock suddenly appeared at the door.
“Hey, Scarlett. I just wondered if you’re ok. I haven’t heard from you in almost a week,” said a bearded man at the door. His dark hair complimented his alluring blue eyes, but it was his chiseled cheekbones and broad shoulders that gave off a handsome appeal.
“Matt… hey… I-I’m fine. I’ve just not been feeling too good lately.”
“I understand. Can I come in? It’s really good to see you,” Matt said with a fetching smile that almost forced its way inside the house.
“Of course… I’m sorry about the mess. Things have been crazy lately.”
Scarlett felt startled by his presence. She wanted nothing more than to be alone and away from this unrelenting flirt that pestered her more than she cared for. His constant staring and questions are why she stopped going to the book club in the first place, and now he had the nerve to intrude in her own home.
“Look, I’ll be honest with you, Scarlett. I didn’t come around here for coffee. I’ve missed you at the book club… we all have! You’re down here, all alone, and we… I… worry about you. Let me take you out. I promise, we will have fun. We could catch up… grab a bite to eat. Don’t you think tha—”