My Sexy Phantom

Wisps of smoke, rising from the burning wick of a candle, fill her nose with the smell of lavender and vanilla, as they swirl around her in the inky blackness of her room. The flame glittering on every part of her skin that wasn't covered by the skimpy black silk of her lace nightgown as it hung from her shoulders: she wore nothing beneath. Her soft brown hair was disheveled, clinging to her chest, shoulders, and forehead: her tears having soaked the tips.

She was half drunk by now, high on the vintage wine that her friend had gotten for her in sympathy of her newly made break-up. How tragic it was, thinking herself in love with and loved by a man who was simply perfect in every way. He had seemed to love her; his dazzling smiles, his glittering eyes, and the poems he had written for her, the whispered endearments in her ear after they had made love. The candles, the roses, It had been... magic.

But now, as she reflected on her sorrow and indulged in the wine, it all seemed to have been a lie. Maybe that was how he treated all his women, she concluded, pouring herself another glass. Maybe that horrible womanizing man told all his women the same bull he had told her. Maybe he gave them the same gifts, called them the same endearments, and snagged them with the same poetry that he may or may not have written for them.

Unshed tears filled her eyes as the memories flooded her mind. Tears in which she had tried to cramp down inside the pit of her stomach and relinquish, lest he get the last laugh in. But now, they came unbidden, drenching down her cheeks as she sobbed, finally allowing her such an indulgence.

Moments later, as she was calming, and nearly half through with the bottle of vintage wine, there came the soft ding-ding-ding of her door bell, making her jump slightly in shock and spill a bit of wine on her chin. She whipped it off, stood from her bed, grabbed her candle, and cautiously went to check whom it was at her door during this ungodly hour: the hour of midnight.

"Hello?" her voice shook from crying as she glanced out the front door, her robe wrapped tight around her curved figure. No one was there in the emptiness of her porch.

She blinked, and then shivered as a strange wind passed over her skin, swiftly as it had started it stopped. Begging it off for simply imagination influenced by wine and hysteria, she went back to her bed room and laid down, staring at the ceiling after putting away the wine with all her innermost effort. She needn't drink her sorrows away.

She was half asleep when she felt another unbidden wind rush over her skin, tickling the hairs at the nape of her neck, caressing her nipples through the filmy texture of her gown until they were pebbled into arousal. Where had that wind come from?

She shivered with awareness, stiffening where she was, listening for something beyond the eerie silence that engulfed her. Complete, utter silence was around her. All she heard was the beat of her heart and the soft sound of her breathing.

"Who...who's there?" she whispered, sort of frightened, scared that someone had entered her home and was there for a purpose she didn't wish to think on. She huddled under the blankets, only to discover them slinking out of her hands and slowly down the length of her body, the silky foam sending enticing shivers through her, down to the center between her legs, and deep inside of her.

She thought she was hallucinating. Surely she was, for she was drunk and upset over a lost love, and that could most definitely cause hallucinations. For she had just watched and felt her blankets tumble down over her ankles and to the floor without any visible hand to have guided them.

Something clasped tight around her ankles, then, and pulled her down to where her hips were just on the very edge of her bed, and she gasped, the force having pushed up her gown to her waist. There were nothing but air around her feet that she could see, yet dents in her skin at the ankles revealed some force beyond air that was holding her in place on the edge of her queen sized mattress. The candle seemed to whisper intrusion, but she could see none.

Fear mixed with excitement etched into her mind then. What was going on? Had she finally gone mad over these long years of torment? No, it just wasn't right.

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy!" her voice echoed through her room as she chanted the words, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to force her mind to stop scaring her.

Feather-light touch skimmed the surface of her ankles, each calve muscle, the backs of her knees as she was held firm. She shivered, an unintended moan escaping from her rosy lips, her lashes fluttering down in a crescent on her stained pink cheeks.

"N-no" she whimpered, squirming as she tried to make herself move back to the middle of her bed, but the force holding her, whether it was her imagination or not, would not allow her to get away.

Her eyes darkened as the touch tickled up her thigh, eyes widening when she felt the distinct pinch of her clit and she squeaked, a familiar flush coming across her cheeks. The little knob became erect on contact, even with such little as it stopped. The trickle of her wetness forming on her mound slowly slid down her thighs.

The logical part of her mind screamed for her to make a run for it, to find some sort of safe place to hide. Yet she couldn't budge if she tried, she'd only make herself tired from the movement.

Something nipped at the skin just below her ear, making her jump and whimper. "This can't be happening." she uttered helplessly, as a cool wetness massaged at the spot and she quivered, closing her eyes tightly again, her heart beating loudly inside of her chest.

Warm, moist air blew across the lower part of her belly, tickling her and making her giggle slightly. The wetness dipped into the cave of her belly button, licking at it before moving out. And the warm caress moved to her thighs and firmly, yet gentle as the wind, parting them to either side of her; before she felt the caress of moist air on her mound.

She whimpered. What cruel fantasy of the mind was this? What exquisite torment!

"N-no! Stop it!" she croaked out of a dry throat, even dryer mouth. She didn't want this to be happening; because it either indicated her crazy or that there actually were things that could move unseen like this. She kicked her foot, which earned her a sharp nip on the inner part of her thigh.

The warmth of a caress, both of air and smooth skin, traveled from one ankle, up her shin and knee, nuzzling the part of her thigh, and then doing it to the other leg. She moaned again, a throbbing in her legs, her nipples turning into hard pebbles.

She buckled as she felt the careful caress of a tongue against the lips of her cleanly shaven pussy, her eyelids fluttering open at the sensation as it licked her dewy folds and she moaned, careless if the wind should hear her.

The invisible tongue delved deeper within her folds, in and out of her wet, tight cunny with a fast and relentless pace, teasing her engulfed clit with what felt like teeth, tugging on the tiny nub and making her quiver and writhe in ecstasy.

"Th-this can't be h-happening to me..." she sighed hopelessly, completely helpless to these sensations that wracked her body. No one would save her from this part of her mind. Yet it wasn't all that bad.

The tongue lapped at her with relentless power as she warred with herself. Before she finally caved in and surrendered to it all. Arching up to greet the tongue, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving.

The firm touch that held her thighs parted, feeling a lot like strong and calloused hands, shifted and moved towards her arousal-slick folds, parting them further, and delving inside. First what felt like one finger; teasing her cunny with tiny circles round her walls, tickling at her g-spot, moving quickly, faster and faster, in and out. Then another, opening her further, and another, until she was completely filled with enthusiastic fingers working their magic, and a hot, moist tongue teasing at her clit. What her mind had conjured.

"Ohhh.... God!!" she writhed, and whimpered, moaning and crying out as a wave of tension built inside of her pussy and then exploded with relish. Her silken pussy convulsing around the imagined fingers, pulsing against the invisible mouth, as she came to the high tops and into a wonderful little haven, cum vanishing from her opening as swiftly as it spirited out of her.

Euphoria, it was, as she gazed blissfully at her whitewashed ceiling as the candlelight flickered, and what seemed to have just been moving against her had left her body open to the wind again.

Then again, she almost felt violated with it.

But it seemed the hallucination wasn't done with her, or her mind wasn't done with the hallucination; because suddenly she heard the distinctive "Pop!" sound as the buttons that held her gown on her shoulders were unsnapped, and then the gown slithered down her body and onto the floor, just like the blanket.

She shivered at the feel of cool air against her perky, firm breasts; arousing her nipples into uncomfortably hard pebbles. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, she gazed down at them, hopelessly lost..... again... in another state of unbearable arousal.

Her breath was quickly whisked from her lungs as the sensation of a hot mouth covered one of her tiny breasts, teeth nibbling and pulling at the erect nipple as she felt a hand creep around to her other breast, fingers tweaking....pulling... pinching.

She whimpered, arching forward to the invisible source that caressed her most sensitive peaks, writhing and squirming on the edge of her mattress, her hair fanning out around her like a cloud of brown shimmer.

A name whispered in the back of her mind as she moaned out, and found herself repeating the name in a begging whimper "Lucien! Pleeease!" Where had that come from? Why was she already giving a name to her hallucination?

The candlelight flickered out, rendering her room into an inky blackness to where she could only distinguish shapes and outlines, no colors. She found herself face to face with the outline of a large, imposingly sexy man on top of her, his dark eyes staring into her own.

Few moments passed to where she felt the hard rock of her phantom's muscled chest against her heaving, bare breasts; thinking she also heard him whisper her name, rolling it off of her tongue enchantingly "Alexandria" before he had captured her swollen lips between his teeth and kissed her in frantic passion. She could still taste herself upon his lips, the taste sweet and intoxicating.

She couldn't help but kiss back with the same frantic passion, lost in sensation, never to return to her own senses. Hell with her senses, there was a beautiful man on top of her! She'd be damned if she didn't take advantage, for she was frantically horny.

One hand took both her wrists, raising them above her head and trapping them there; while his other hand moved down to her pussy, pushing her thighs apart with his hips before he lunged himself deep inside of her, his hard cock pulsating as he thrust himself in and out of her with exquisite quickness. She moaned, arching up against him, wrapping her legs around her phantom's waist and writhing against the bed.

When he was finished with her lips, he moved down her jaw, lapping at her neck, and bit down hard on her shoulder, but not hard enough to cause pain. His growl vibrated against her pulse at the base of her throat as he sucked it and nibbled, all the while thrusting into her sweet core.

His free hand slowly moved back to her mound, erotically covering his fingers in her dew as he caressed them back and forth over her lips, each thrust of his hips making his fingers push against her taut, throbbing little nub with exquisite forcefulness.

How he knew exactly what to do, where to touch, to make her writhe in pleasure was beyond her as his lips moved slowly down her shoulder, to the inner dip of her collar bone. He nipped the sensitized skin there, capturing the tendon in between his teeth and tugging on it, growling like a playful beast.

He moved his hand up her mound then, capturing her clit between his forefinger and middle and rubbing it back and forth with extreme friction, using her wetness as lubrication.

Again, that inevitable tension built inside of her, making her cry out hopelessly, right before it left her in an ecstatic rush of release, making her nearly scream to the heavens with pleasure. She milked his cock as it moved inside of her cunny, and he groaned, just before her pussy found the satisfaction of devouring his seed deep inside her core.

It was all so powerfully erotic, this Euphoria. This bliss.

She must have fallen asleep, she reasoned, after her release. She was still unable to discern whether or not the intimacy she had just experienced was real, or if her mind had conjured it with help of the vintage wine. Either which way, when she awoke, she was still nude, or a deep red rose petal lay on the skin above her heart.

As she was staring off into space moments later, a whisper as soft as the rose petal drifted into her ears on a wind that should not have been there. "This was for you...."