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Beyond Desire: Paranormal Erotic Stories [MultiFormat]
eBook by Maria Isabel Pita
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eBook Category: Erotica/Fantasy
eBook Description: Between the covers of Beyond Desire, the paranormal is not fiction as it honors the way desire dares to transcend all limits.
eBook Publisher: Magic Carpet Books, Published: 2007, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [803 KB], eReader (PDB) [274 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [282 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [247 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [238 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [292 KB], hiebook (KML) [602 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [338 KB], iSilo (PDB) [233 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [290 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [329 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [382 KB]
Words: 88311
Reading time: 252-353 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 0977431134
 
Sofia woke up and thought wildly, Who turned on the outside lights?! It was her fourth night in her new house on twenty mostly wooded acres where she lived alone free of the man she had wasted seven years of her life on. She had forced herself to become brave enough to sleep in the dark, yet the back porch was lit up by a bright white light that cut into her psyche and roused her from a dream she sensed she hadn't wanted to leave even though she couldn't recall any details. It took her a few sleepy seconds to understand that the full moon was staring down at her house and land. The illumination was so intense, impenetrable shadows were outlined with the sharpness of a sword's edge. She propped herself up against the pillows and lay gazing out through the French doors, glad of the silently demanding company. If the moon had the power to swell ocean tides, it certainly wasn't far-fetched to believe it had the same effect on the blood flowing through her brain, stirring up exceptionally vivid dreams. The moon shone directly through the French doors, forging black bars across her diamond-paned comforter. It was very cold in the house because she kept the heat turned down at night and yet she couldn't resist pushing the sheets and comforter off her to expose the thin white T-shirt clinging to her torso. She peeled it off impulsively, and the vision of her breasts bouncing into freedom inspired her to kick the blankets away completely. She was only thirty-three-years-old, still quite young, she reminded herself, and she hadn't felt naked like this in a long time. Essentially (if not literally) Steve had always been on top of her; she hadn't experienced her flesh with such intimate, urgent clarity in years. Suddenly, Sofia felt passionately in love with her body. She began caressing herself with both hands, marveling at the silky smoothness and warmth of her skin. She was beautiful, she could have any man she wanted... This trite and not necessarily true thought comforted her yet also depressed her, and she pushed it away impatiently. She didn't want to think about dating and all the effort she would have to make to get to know complete strangers again, forced into mouthing polite conversation in the unlikely hope she would be inspired to share her deepest thoughts and feelings with them in the future. She didn't want a man to take her out to dinner, she wanted him to fuck her, really fuck her. He wouldn't just coolly bang her the way Steve had, he would somehow penetrate her on all levels of her being. He would fuck her like she had never been fucked before, no hesitant tenderness or political correctness holding him back... The bars of shadow cast by the moon across her bed were so black they almost looked substantial. She gazed down in growing arousal at where the darkness intersected with her thighs, her pale skin absorbing the moonlight. It was almost as though she was being put in a haunting form of bondage ... She reached behind her and pulled a pillow below her head as she pushed herself down the bed, deliberately placing herself directly beneath the checkerboard pattern of light and dark. Her heartbeats quickened as her excitement mysteriously deepened ... her beautiful and vulnerable naked body was lying across an altar adorned with ritual black stripes slicing across her breasts, belly and thighs. Insubstantial as they were, the shadows exerted an evocative pressure against her flesh as she willingly laid beneath them. Her body was remembering the dream that eluded her because her pussy was warm and wet, waiting for the man who wasn't there and yet was ... she scarcely needed to exercise her imagination to see his face above her sculpted by moonlight and darkness ... a dark rite they were both willingly a part of ... She had seen this man before, in the daydreams she desperately indulged in the last few times Steve made love to her--a fiercely handsome man with features shaped by other centuries, yet his penetrating stare was hard, totally present, and she distinctly made out his timeless goatee--black as the shadows cast by the full moon--around his firm, determined mouth, and even though she knew he could easily smile, he wasn't doing so now... Her clitoris felt energized by the full moon over her house as she pressed three fingertips against it, losing herself in a waking dream, her eyes focused on the empty space just above her in which the energy of her imagination merged with invisible forces to create the man she desired more than anything. He wasn't smiling because he was too intent on fucking her, one of his strong hands pinning both her wrists above her head as he penetrated her, his other hand clutching her throat. He didn't comfortably bury himself inside her, he pulled all the way out of her body and forced the full experience of his erection on her pussy over and over again, stroking her hard and deep. His eyes never left hers; she saw that he was completely aware of what he was doing as his grip tightened on her throat and aroused her more than any man ever had. Her intense excitement rose from the mysterious core of her being--from the dark depths of her soul in which her clitoris glowed like the moon, her body absolutely submissive beneath his as he put all his strength into possessing her. Even her sex was powerless to cling to him as his cock stabbed her more swiftly and violently, her legs seeming to levitate around him as she willingly opened herself up to his thrusts, as if there was truly no limit to how far he could drive himself inside her. He was cutting off her breath, and with a small, insignificant part of her mind she was amazed by how real the fantasy was. It didn't feel like her own hand wrapped around her throat, and the man's face was so distinct her body didn't doubt for an instant he was really there with her. The impenetrable darkness of the night allied with the moonlight was using her own limbs to work a powerful magic on her. In the end it didn't matter at all that she was the one bringing herself to a climax with her fingertips as she stopped breathing altogether for a few divinely taut seconds. She came so fiercely she couldn't make a sound as she was overcome by the transcendent certainty that there were other men waiting to take her like this ... that he was only the first, and always the last... Sofia lay across her bed as though she had just fallen from a great height, her heart pounding. There was no question about it, she had just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life. It's a scientific fact that almost all parts of a woman's brain are active during sex. There might not have been a cock inside her, but her every mental and physical synapse had been involved in the experience. Only when her pulse slowed down to a more sedate pace did she feel a little disturbed by the morbid nature of the visualization that had turned her on so much. She had read enough to know that most women indulged in dark fantasies, that they were common aphrodisiacs even for the most theoretically sedate housewife. However, autoerotic asphyxiation was definitely one of the more dangerous kinks. The moon was slowly moving away as the earth turned, only the very foot of the bed still glowed with its attention, yet still she lay naked above the sheets reluctant to let go of her dream man. It wasn't until she began getting cold that she got out of bed, intending to use the bathroom, but a shaft of moonlight pulled her over to the French doors like a cosmic leash. Her forest was positively flooded with light. The outline of every single branch was so sharp that a few yards away between the trees she distinctly saw a shadow move. She stepped quickly away from the door and pressed herself back against the wall even as she told herself not to jump to conclusions, that the shadow could have been anything, a deer, a young tree swaying in the breeze, anything. She slipped back into bed mentally chanting, There's no one outside! There's no one outside! * * * *The sun glimmering between the trees lured her outside after she finished her toast and tea sitting in the big green chair by the cold fireplace. Last night's violent climax and shadowy fears seemed more unreal than the dreams she couldn't remember. It was a gorgeous day again. The sky above the trees was a deep and brilliant blue that in just a fee weeks would be dabbed with the luminous light-green paint flecks of budding leaves. She followed one of the paths leading away from the house, amazed she didn't have to drive anywhere to take a walk through the woods. An hour later she skipped lightly up her porch steps invigorated by the exercise and enjoying the intrigue of not knowing exactly where her property ended and someone else's land began. A large wicker basket was sitting in front of her door. She stared down at it, not quite able to comprehend the sight. She crouched beside it and inspected its contents with a curious wonder. It was filled with food, but there was no brand name on anything. It all appeared to be home-made. The basket contained a small circle of semi-soft white cheese in plastic wrap, an old-fashioned looking half-pint milk bottle, a violet nylon net filled with six large, light-brown eggs, a luxurious head of curly spinach, and a gallon-sized plastic bag filled with big shelled pecans. "Oh, my..." She handled each offering reverently. Someone must have dropped by to welcome her to the neighborhood. "This is so nice!" City dweller that she was, the last thing she had expected was a housewarming present from a complete stranger, but she was living in the country now and things were obviously different out here. She was sorry she had missed whoever had been so thoughtful. She couldn't even see her neighbors' houses, but she had a feeling she was going to get to know them better than she had ever known the people who lived right next door to her in the city. * * * *Sofia has no idea how long she managed to sleep that night before something woke her. The wind had dropped, she could tell that right off because the house was cold and silent as a mausoleum around her. It was so cold, in fact, that she had decided to wear a long white nightgown to bed. She got up, drawn like a moth to the light glimmering far away between the trees out in the field bordering her property. She wondered at the sight, for the middle of the night was hardly the time to casually light a bonfire, yet she was glad of the vivid red flames as she felt their heat even through the window panes. The fire was large and vigorous. She couldn't resist opening the French doors and stepping out onto her porch. She was surprised to discover that it was much chillier in her bedroom than it was out in nature. It didn't matter that she was barefoot and sleeveless. It felt absolutely right to step off the smooth wooden boards onto the cool and prickly grass softened by a welcoming carpet of dead leaves. The fire was so animated, so beautiful, all she wanted was to be closer to it. At first she walked slowly, tentatively, not quite sure what she was doing, but then all at once she began running towards the blaze as though her life depended on it, her heart pounding in rhythm with the flames fervently licking the wood sustaining them. The aerial photo of her land had indicated there was a fence surrounding her acreage, but nothing got in her way as she lifted her nightgown up to her knees to keep from tripping on it. She stopped a few feet away from the bonfire, her chest rising and falling from how quickly and eagerly she had run towards it. One of the thin straps of her gown slipped off her shoulder but she didn't notice, enraptured by the conflagration, her chilled skin experiencing the roaring heat as a profoundly relaxing warmth. The wall of fire was wider than her bed and as tall as the man who stepped around from behind it. She let her nightgown drift softly around her ankles again, the slackening of her fingers the only physical reaction she was capable of as he effortlessly ripped open the soft white cotton. He was wearing heavy black gloves, the sort of gloves used by Medieval noblemen when they went hunting with their falcons--thick black leather gloves that protected his wrist when the bird of prey's claws clung to it obediently, descending from the freedom of the open sky onto its master's arm. He tore her nightgown open all the way down in front as easily as paper and then flung the useless cloth--white as a shroud, she thought--into the flames. The features of his face forged by firelight and shadow were those of a stranger and yet somehow utterly familiar. His expression was inscrutably hard, like the hilt of a sword she also recognized, her deepest feelings immediately grasping how desperately she wanted him as desire sliced right through her fear. His body was an inescapable silhouette seducing her with the heady scent of sleek leather, rough and smooth, earthy and polished all in one breath as he cupped her breasts and began viciously sucking on her nipples, moving ravenously from one to the other. She clung to his gloved wrists, weakened by an intense longing to submit to him absolutely no matter what he did to her. He growled deep in his throat, and an irresistible pleasure welled up inside her, flowing sweet and hot into his mouth like a divine milk that could never be spilled but only relished forever while the fire hissed as though her juicing pussy was making the hard logs steam... She was barely conscious of spreading herself back across the grass, not sure if her knees gave way or if he pushed her down or if they fell together. It was an immense relief when she at last felt him determinedly gripping her ankles. He forced her legs together as he lifted them all the way up and back, pinning them down around her face. If it hadn't been for the glimmering red and gold threads in his leather vest she wouldn't have been able to see him at all as his invisible erection swiftly stabbed her. She gasped because his hard-on seemed to sink to the very hilt of her being. She couldn't see his cock but she could distinctly feel it's thick and rigid length opening her up, her innermost flesh shaping itself to the relentlessly demanding dimensions of his lust. The position he held her down in made it impossible for her to defend herself from the breathtaking force of his thrusts. She wanted to cry "Oh, God, yes! Yes!" but she couldn't speak he was fucking her so violently, his cool balls slapping against her hot crack as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her body. He abruptly let go of her ankles and her legs fell open around him as he cruelly clutched both her tender breasts, bracing himself on them. His full weight digging into her chest threatened to cut off her breath but she didn't try to push him away. She remained totally passive beneath him because this was what she wanted more than anything else in the world--to mysteriously offer him her very soul by letting him use her body however he desired. She was stunned yet somehow not surprised when another man suddenly knelt behind her and caressed the soft warm skin of her neck with his cold gloved hands. At last she made a sound--a small, questioning, yet still utterly submissive moan as he turned her head gently to one side. She kept her eyes open as the man driving his pulsing erection into her body sank his teeth into the side of her throat, his triumphant groan echoed by a rumble of thunder as all the restless shadows cast by the bonfire began taking the form of tall silhouettes separating themselves from the darkness to surround her. Then there was a blinding flash ... of excruciating disappointment when, abruptly, she woke up.
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