Free Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica by Maria Isabel Pita

ready at his side.
    She falls forward onto her hands and knees and
crawls towards him, enthralled by the golden phallus rising
eternally erect from his lifeless body. She need take nothing else
from him to live like a goddess. But only if she can bring herself
to part with it, which already she knows she won’t be able to do,
because selling his magical manhood will leave her own feelings
destitute.
    His features look carved out of stone, and their
solid white waves rising out of the ebbing and flowing shadows open
spaces in her heart that fill with despair because she cannot look
into his eyes. She touches the cold, grooved rocks of his clasped
hands. His body is the rigid phallus mysteriously rising out of his
soul as it enters all the unknown pleasures of a different world,
where she was meant to be with him and serve him…
    She straddles him, and slowly stabs herself with
his big golden cock. She cries out at how cold and hard it is, and
because it leaves room for nothing else inside her except her
heart, which beats faster and harder in rhythm with her hips moving
up and down polishing his sacred shaft, the depth of her feeling
for him glimmering in the torchlight. Because if she rides him
passionately enough she might be able to catch up with him, or get
his soul to look back and take her with him…
    His eyes open. ‘Carmen, what are you doing?’ He
grabs her by the waist with both hands, and she holds on to the
reigns of his arms as he slides her off his precious penis, then
stabs her with it again, forcing her to take his full length over
and over until the blood is crashing through her heart and ringing
in her ears…
    She is lying across her couch on the verge of an
orgasm that suddenly ebbs and leaves her feeling desolate.
    She forces herself to get up and answer the
phone. ‘Hello?’ Her voice is husky.
    ‘Hello, Carmen… were you sleeping?’
    ‘Um, yes, I drifted off on the couch. Will?’
    ‘You’ve got that right. I’m sorry to wake you.
How are you?’
    ‘Fine, although I was having the strangest
dream…’
    ‘That’s not surprising, after what almost
happened to you. Have you made any plans for tomorrow yet?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Then how about if I pick you up for breakfast
and we go for a nice long walk on the beach. Afterwards I’ll buy
you lunch, and after that, drinks and dinner. What do you say?’
    ‘I’d like that, Will.’
    ‘Great, I’ll pick you up at nine. I’m going to
make it up to you, Carmen.’
    His words, and his deep, concerned voice are a
heaven sent balm for the sickening knowledge that she actually
liked it when Jay hit her. ‘I’ll be ready.’
    ‘I’d ask you out tonight, but I have to
work.’
    ‘That’s okay, I’m pretty worn out.’
    ‘Enjoying a little catnap? What were you
dreaming about?’
    ‘Never mind.’
    ‘Then why don’t you tell me what you’re
wearing?’
    She falls into her chair. ‘Just an old T-shirt
and panties.’
    ‘Is that all?’
    ‘Yes,’ she answers softly.
    He suggests quietly, ‘Why don’t you take them
off for me?’
    ‘You want me to take them off?’
    ‘Yes, I do.’
    ‘Just a minute.’ She sets the receiver down, and
quickly peels off her cozy white cottons. ‘Okay…’ She sits back
down.
    ‘Where are you?’
    ‘In the living room.’
    ‘Go lie on your bed.’
    Smiling, she idly caresses one of her breasts.
‘Why?’
    ‘Because I want you on the bed, sweetheart,
right now.’
    ‘Why?’ she teases, stoking her excitement.
    ‘Just get on the bed.’
    His voice is pitched so low she can almost feel
it in her bones. She hurries into her bedroom. ‘All right,’ she
positions herself comfortably against her pillows, ‘I’m on the bed,
officer.’ Her eyes close from the thrill it gives her to address
him this way.
    ‘Officer, is it? Have you been a bad girl?’
    She lightly caresses her clit with her
fingertips. ‘Yes, officer,’ she presses down on it and rubs it
hard, ‘I’ve been a very bad