Strange Sex Stories: My Dildo is Haunted (Paranormal Erotica, Erotic Humor)
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Sexually-frustrated Hanna hasn't been able to get any proper release for months. Even her own fingers have left her disappointed. Bereft of a real toe-scrunching, hair-curling experience, she's tried every trick she can imagine. None have scratched that itch. When her latest toy arrives on her doorstep things start to change, but in a way Hanna could never expect! More
Sexually-frustrated Hanna hasn't been able to get any proper release for months. Even her own fingers have left her disappointed. Bereft of a real toe-scrunching, hair-curling experience, she's tried every trick she can imagine. None have scratched that itch. When her latest toy arrives on her doorstep things start to change, but in a way Hanna could never expect!
Trapped by the ghostly energies of a possessed sex toy, Hanna couldn't escape even if she wanted to. Now she must hope that she can endure its strange, sexual desires. But the strange, haunted toy seems pretty darn enthusiastic about its job. Hanna's toe-scrunching, hair-curling experience may have finally arrived.
This humorous, slightly-spooky short story will provide more than just amusement, it will be sure to excite and stimulate, just like the protagonist's enthusiastic toy, but you won't have to worry about any of the ghostly antics she has to deal with!
Approx. 5100 words, intended for (freaky) adults only!
Her fingers trembled as she extended her hand to grab the toy. She felt heat radiating from it before her fingers even touched. It wasn't just an unusual amount of heat, it was hot like a man's flesh. It was hot like an eager, twitching erection, even as it just lay there on her bed. Her cheeks flushed. Her legs sizzled. She felt warm and melty in her pussy. Already her clit was excited, she felt heavy and full in her pelvis.
The dildo was supposed to be a kind of rubber, but when she drove her fingers forward to touch and grasp it, it felt more like the silky sensation of the skin on a man's penis. Smooth, decadent, luxuriant. No hint of the rubbery or plastic feel of other toys. It almost felt real, like it was a living thing. Hanna's breaths came faster, in quick, shallow pants. She could feel her heartbeat in her temples.
Hanna circled her fingers around the soft, fleshy toy. The traces of ridges and bumps embedded in what was supposed to be rubber felt so strangely natural and alive. Like they were actually shifting under the thin surface of skin wrapped around a cock, like they were pulsing with lust and arousal as man grew excited. But it was a dildo, a toy, firm enough to actually be useful, but flexible enough to get creative with. Covered in abstract ridges and bumps. So why did it feel so hot to the touch? Why did it feel so real? Why did it feel so dangerous? Hanna pressed her lips together and ran her tongue between them.
Her heart was beating faster, her pulse spread through her body, into her palms, her face, even her stomach. The heat of her toy soaked into her palm and fingers, and it felt so primal and real and sexual when she traced fingers down its length. She felt the ridges from the edge of its head, over the rings that circled its thick body and across fields of little bumps that promised leg-quivers and sighs. Her fingers slid down to the balls at the base, which were firm, good to grip for leverage, but the surface also felt a little pliable. A little stretchy, but also soft, velvety, smooth. Like it was real, too.
Hanna heard her breath as it passed through her nose. It was like holding a man in her hands when she held that toy. She swallowed hard, and sat on the edge of her bed with her scary-yet-sexy toy in her lap. It felt warm against her bare thighs. Hanna thought she could see the thing shift slightly, like it was twitching with an excited pulse. Like she had a real, throbbing hardon in her lap.
"Like I just made a man want to screw..." she murmured to herself.