4 comments/ 33887 views/ 12 favorites My Sexy Phantom By: princess_airi 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...." My Sexy Phantom Ch. 02 The day went by just like any normal day for Alex, since she was determined to put last night's encounter in the 'Dream' category. She wouldn't acknowledge it. It was simply a dream that had been induced from lack of sleep, alcohol, and emotional turmoil over her last beau. Since, of course, she was not crazy. Wasn't she? The crisp smell of coffee, incense, candles, freshly baked bread, and cappuccino drifted around her like a shroud. She was staring into space, her chin in both palms, a deep frown embedded between her eyebrows. She was going to have to dry clean her work clothes, because earlier she got coffee beans smeared on the deep purple shirt she wore, and on her crisp black pants. Oh well, typical day in the life of Alexandria. "Hey Alex! Whassup?" She mentally shook herself out of her little stupor, folding her hands in her lap, sitting up straight and blinking a few times. Focus on the present, Alex, not the past..... However short ago the past may be. "Oh, Hey Mandy. I'm just on my lunch break." Her friend Mandy was a short little woman who only came up to her chin, though voluptuous in everything that was curve. She had short choppy little blonde, white curls that bounced when she walked. Like little corks on strings. "Well, I do hope" she was saying, setting herself in the opposite chair from her. "That you plan on eating soon, and not just daydreaming your precious break away. Come on, girl, you have to have something to eat!" She shrugged, wiping a strand of her dark hair away from her eyes. "I really don't feel that hungry, Mandy." Mandy, surprisingly, just sat there with a grin on her face and mischief in her doe-like emerald eyes. "What's that look for?" "What look, Alex, my dear?" "The look you have right now, as if you are part of an inside joke you aren't telling me. Or as if you are about to do something crazy." she stared at her friend, looking at her closely. "Should I be trying to run away now?" Mandy's dainty blonde curls bounced as she laughed, a hand going for her own. "Have you met someone I don't know about, my love?" "Of course not!!" she said almost too quickly then lowered her pace. "I am not ready for another boyfriend just yet, Mandy.... I'm barely just getting over my last one." "Not all men are like your ex, babe. He was just a pretty face, with old moves. He probably uses the same tricks with every poor woman who falls for him." Mandy gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. She sighed softly, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of her own breathing. "That's just it, I don't want to be another woman in a man's group of women. For once I want to be selfish and only have a man who sees me!" Her friend gave a nod, crossing her arms. "Don't we all, though? You'll never get the man of your dreams if you keep pushing them away." "But that's just it, Mandy. I truly believe staying single is better than being with another guy like..... Well, you know who I'm talking about." she said, attempting a smile as she placed her working hat on her head. "Alex, Alex." her friend tsked at her, leaning back in the chair she sat. "When will you ever learn?" *********************** *************** ********************* Alex was just now coming home from going to the dry cleaners, having dropped off her work clothes. She wore a pair of blue jean shorts, a low-necked tank top, and sandals. Her hair was in a lot of disorder, and she was wary enough for a dozen people. Work had been much harder to concentrate on today, because she kept dozing off and daydreaming about the encounter that did, or did not, happen the other night. Her body had gotten absorbed in the event then, and even more absorbed in the remembering. She had even managed to nearly spill a cup of cappuccino on a really tall, body building kind of man who had been in a business suit. THAT would have been a total disaster! Not only would she have not gotten paid for the day, she would have had to pay to get his suit dry-cleaned. Damn, damn, damn. Ah, but soon she would be home. Soon she would have a nice hot bubble bath. Soon she would indulge herself with candles, soft music, and a nice foot soaking. She sighed softly as she pulled up into her driveway, parked her car, and got out. "Hey Mrs. Leavey" she called to her neighbor, cheerful to be home at last. "Lovely roses this year." "Ah, yes, indeed. They are lovely aren't they?" Mrs. Leavey crooned, fluffing one of her roses with a white-gloved hand and smiling up at her. "Do go along and make yourself a cup of tea, my dear, you look dreadfully exhausted." She smiled brightly at the woman, walking to her front door and bringing out her house key. "Yes, I am feeling quite exhausted. Nearly dumped a drink on one of our poor customers, that would have been the worst....." she trailed off, looking down at the top of her porch table. "Something wrong?" her neighbor called, stopping in the middle of trimming her rose bush. "Oh, no..." she blinked rapidly, shaking her head and smiling up at Mrs. Leavey. "Nothings wrong, just been a long day for me." The old woman went back to her gardening, leaving Alex to look back down at the table. There was a single white rose laid across it, a red envelope at the base of the stem. She picked them both up gingerly, hands shaking, and went inside her house. Her head was swimming with caution. Who could have laid it there? There was no name on the envelope, no initials. Surely it couldn't be her ex, could it? He would have no right to send her anything, since they weren't together anymore. Dread engulfed her entire body as she stared at the envelope, then at the rose, and back again. She sat on the edge of her living room sofa for quite some time before she got the courage to open the envelope, placing the rose in a vase with water before she did so. The moment she broke the seal a wind ran across the front of her, making her shiver, and carried with it the strong scent of a million rose blossoms. "It's just my imagination getting carried away again." she assured herself, shrugging off the sensations that went through her. Determined, she slid the smooth pink paper out of the tiny envelope, unfolded it, and began to read what it said. {Some men are wolves, my love, and some men are dogs. The wolves protect their loved ones, and stay true to their mates for all of time. The dogs protect and stay true to the women whom they like for a time, and then they are off to find another. Unfortunately, most men are that of dogs. Stay true to your instincts, my love, and never settle for a dog. You are worth much more than that. Your loyal slave and admirer} She read it twice over for good measure, blinking repeatedly and staring off to space. "Such a strange, strange letter..... But no, it's definitely not my ex.. " She sighed, holding both letter and envelope to her chest and laying back against the couch. *********************** *************** ********************* The days went by as boring and dull as ever for Alex. Nothing at work really seemed to be too interesting, or too complicated for that matter. The only times she looked forward to had been lunch break with her best friend, and the inevitable drive to her house where she would encounter a rose, with or without a letter from her secret admirer. By Sunday she had six white roses, three perfumed letters, and a tiny silver chain necklace. It didn't take long at all to find out that this day was doomed to be a horrid nightmare. The air seemed to just sizzle with the impending doom of gloom and misery. The silence telling all but words into her ears. No peace for the whicked, huh? Dressed in khaki shorts, a blue off the shoulder t-shirt, sandals, and a baseball cap; she walked around the park in the early afternoon sunshine. Birds sang amongst the trees, water trickled along a river nearby, and a wonderful crisp breeze ruffled against the tree tops. Yet she felt so wary. The morning had been a blissfully uneventful, boring Sunday of going to visit a few friends before she went for her noon walk. Now, walking about the green trees in the park, the hair on the back of her neck seemed to stand on end. Just when you thought someone was going to leave you alone... "Hey Alex. Long time no see." a smooth, deep voice called to her just as she rounded a corner of the park. There, right in front of her, stood Tommy Whilston; her ex beau. The smile dropped from her face the moment she saw him. "Not today, Tom. I've got better fish to fry than you." she began to turn around but a hand grasped her shoulder, turning her back to the man. His lukewarm smile hadn't changed at all, but something dark had appeared within his eyes. "Oh, come on baby. I thought you'd change your mind about me. Was I wrong?" "Yes!" she all but growled, pulling her shoulder free of his hand and glaring at his pretty face. "Me and you are like oil and water. We just don't mix." He had tilted his head to one side, crossing his arms against his chest, the smile never dying from his almost elegant lips. "It's not for lack of trying on my part, sweetheart. I was always good to you." She narrowed her eyes at him, wishing she could wipe that look off his face. "Good to your many other women too, I recall. I don't have time for this." She placed a palm on her forehead and closed her eyes. "Have you been following me around all this time?" He seemed to be smirking, lying through his pearly white teeth, "I've been looking for you all over the place, Alex. Been hoping, maybe to take you back." "Take me back?!? Me? Oh no, mister." she hissed, placing her hands upon her hips as she faced him slightly. "You'd be very lucky if I ever took You back." "Harsh words for someone who hadn't done the dumping." "Why don't you just go back to the hole you climbed out of, and leave me alone, Tom." she said coolly, turning away from him again and trying her best to act as if he weren't in existance. He simply stood there, watching her as she walked away, her hands on her hips and her nose in the air as if she had just had someone try to force a plate of gruel down her throat. "I always get what I want in the end, sweetheart." *********************** *************** ********************* "Could this day get any worse?" she asked her baseball cap, her car idle in the sea of traffic along the highway. What had he meant by always getting what he wanted? Was that some sort of a.... a threat? Was he threatening her? Oh! This couldn't get any worse!! Why had she even asked that question? It was like asking if there was a bigger number than infinity! So far the day had been absolutely horrible. She had had an encounter with her ex, found some kid scratching up her fender with a penny, been called to work on a Sunday to get the place ready for an inspection, and now she was stuck in traffic. She banged her forehead against the steering wheel, whining impatiently, and was shocked to discover her horn loud against her ears. "Wonderful!" Fifteen minutes later, and another fit of whining, the traffic began to slowly clear out and allow her passage through. She found out traffic had been stopped because of a car accident on the corner of the road. Stupid rubberneckers. It was already dark when she got home, and the silence of her neighborhood seemed to crackle loudly in her ears as she walked to her front door. She was surprised to find no white rose on her table, nor a red envelope. She laughed at herself. "He probably got bored of being indiscrete." she murmured, turning the knob of her door and entering her home. She was about to flip the switch on the wall when a hand on her wrist stopped her, breath ruffling the nape of her neck. "No.... " the feather light whisper of a man drifted against her ear. "He simply wished to pay a house call." She twirled around, eyes wide, fists coming up in defense. The man had the nerve to raise a brow at her, chuckling heartily and raising a white rose to his chin. "Who are you?" she breathed, frightened beyond belief. Her heart pounded out a rhythm in her chest, stomach doing an uneasy flip-flop. "My name" he replied, tilting his head and lowering his lashes as he looked over the rose at her. "Is easy to recall. It's on the tip of everyone's tongue. Just needs a push over the edge." "I don't trust you.." she said, horrified that it came out as a whisper and not an indignation. She slowly began to crawl out from against the wall, her breath catching every few moments. He watched her for a time, silence loud and crackling in the distance between them. The man had made her forget, even, to turn on the lights in the room. The moment he smiled, she was half afraid that he could get anything he wanted if he asked for it just now. A lump formed in her throat, eyes widening, as her knees went weak. "You were glad enough, in the end, to trust me last time...... Alex." he murmured, fingering the petals of the white rose in his hand. "How do you know my na..." she was cut off from finishing the sentence, his gaze locked with her own. "It's not whether I know your name or not, my sweet. It's whether I am simply part of your imagination, or real." The tone of his voice was the sweetest diversion. A deep baritone that always seemed to distract her from her thoughts and the immediate conversation. Even now, as reality hit her hard on the head, she stuttered. "A-are you real?" she asked, biting her lip to force herself to focus on the here and now, and not on how devastating he really was. He watched her, slowly following as she backed up further into the room; his movements as precise and care free as a sleek cat hunting his prey. "Am I?" he finally asked, twirling the rose in between his fingers. "Sometimes I wonder the same thing, Alex." That wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. No, this seemed even more confusing than it did at first. "But I.... I can see you" she paused, stumbling slightly as she bumped against a coffee table and moved around it, all the while watching his movement; noting that he didn't lose his stride. "I... I can h-hear you..." She jumped as the backs of her legs touched the back of her living room couch. And, apparently, she could smell him too. It was like a rich aroma of Pine, soap, and masculinity that went straight to her blood; bypassing her brain entirely. Dear lord.......amazing. Hot breath scorched the skin of her neck as he leaned close, pinning her to the couch between his large, powerful arms. "You don't have to fight it... I am here, because you called for me. Because you needed to get away from the stress of your life." She had to fight not to moan from the ecstasy of his closeness, the tingling feeling of anticipation sending her heart to beating a tattoo against her chest. "I didn't say that... I merely thought..." "Shh.. I know what you thought. Thinking it is the same as calling to me, sweet Alex." Though his lips were inches away from her skin, it felt as if they were already touching the throbbing pulse at her neck. She shivered, biting her lip as a groan started deep in her throat. He was like a potent drug. Oozing sexual intent and charisma from his pores and into her blood stream with only a single breath of air. The moment he did place his lips at the swollen flesh of her neck, she couldn't hold back her moan. Her arms involuntarily moving around his shoulders, she gasped for breath from this sensual overload. He, appearently, had taken her actions to be a come-on; thus was the reason for his new sense of action. Her baseball cap flew off the top of her head and to the floor as he immediately took hold of her mouth, searing heat flowing from her lips all the way down to her toes as his tongue penetrated deeply into the crease of her mouth. Hard, languid motions of his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, immitating the movements of the erotic dance of sex, slowly brought her to a liquid state in his arms. His strong, capable hands moved down her arms and to the hem of her off-the-shoulder top; inching the material up her silken skin torturiously slow. Some distant voice in her mind echoed to shove him away, break free, make a run for it before she got her heart involved with her bodies conspiracy. Did that mean she listened? No, ofcourse not! His mouth, now at her jaw line, felt so warm and wonderful against her skin that she could hardly think about anything else but sex. Good sex! Oh, how she remembered the last time he had done this. But, if it had happened before.... That must mean that before hadn't been a dream. Or, maybe this time was just another dream? Cool air coupled with the warmth of his hands touched the bottom part of her breasts, making her toes curl in anticipated delight as his mouth skimmed down to her collar bone. Languidly he delved into the hollow, earning a light moan from her as she closed her eyes and tried to keep herself afloat while the undertoe was pulling her in. His hands moving to her back, she could hear a small 'pop' sound before her bra fell loose, his eyes found hers as he moved to swiftly remove her blouse and bra in one quick motion before dropping them to the floor. A flush of red started at the roots of her hair, than continued on down to the very tops of her breasts as his gaze traveled to the pucker of her nipples. She felt utterly exposed and yet she couldn't bring herself to try and go. "You're so beautiful, Alex." he said softly, running the tip of his thumb along the curves of her stomach and up her chest, his eyes meeting hers once more. "Why must you give yourself to such fools, love?" Turning her head slightly, she lowered her eyes. "It's not like I do it on purpose.. I never asked to be lied to." Taking hold of her chin, he turned her head back towards him and caressed her cheek slowly with the palm of his hand; seeming to forget that she was even half naked. "I know you don't ask for it, love, but you still push the warning signs away and try to convince yourself they are nothing to think about." Dipping his head to hers, he captured her lips before she could even answer, taking her hands to push them inside of his shirt. She sighed softly, closing her eyes and running her fingers up the smooth collum of his abdomin, rolling his shirt up to expose more of his skin. She gasped as he removed his lips from hers, taking the material out of her fists to throw to the floor as well. "Remove your pants for me, sweetheart." "What?" she asked, startled by his blatant question. He grinned back at her, stepping away only enough to give her some moving room. "I want to watch you remove your pants and panties for me, Alex. Please?" When he said it like that, how could she even begin to say the word no? Shaking slightly, she dipped her hand down to the catch of her pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them before pushing them down along her thighs. The way he watched her every move like that was enough to make her dizzy. At the moment she couldn't catch her breath. As her shorts fell around her ankles he picked her up, as if she weighed nothing, and placed her on the back of the sofa. The material of the sofa felt strangely erotic against the backs of her legs. With only his pants on, he reminded her alot more of a sleek jungle cat. The way his muscles rippled with each movement he made. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. "Must be another dream.." "It's not a dream, love." he told her, eyes watching her own as he dipped his hand between her legs and ran his fingers through her soft curls. "You are very much awake." She moaned lightly as he slid a finger between her folds, caressing just enough to get his finger slick with her moist heat before running the pad of the same finger up her belly. She wrapped her arms about his shoulders as he leaned down to kiss the path he drew. My Sexy Phantom Ch. 02 It was so strange that he could barely touch her and make her dripping whet. Make her entire body convulse with such need. He drew a circle around her areola with the same finger before replacing it with the warmth of his mouth. She whimpered lightly as he sucked the bud of her nipple deep within his mouth, circling it with his tongue. His hand slowly moved down her side, over her hip bone and across her thigh. She squirmed about, arching her hips and grasping hold of his silky hair in her fists. Placing one hand beneath the arch of her back, he dipped his hand into the folds of her pussy lips and began to pull and flick at her clit, moving his lips to her other nipple. She wiggled frantically as his pace quickened, heightening the pleasure she got as he teased and carassed. His hand was thick with her juices as he brought her to the crest of her orgasm and over the top, her breathing harsh and ragged as her body convulsed and recoiled. She was gasping for air by the time he was finished playing with her bud, smiling down at her face as he moved away slightly, not letting go of her back. She watched him drousily as he moved his hand to his lips, sucking the sweetness of her from his fingertips. "You taste so good, Alex." he crooned to her, nearly purring with his happiness. "Sweeter than the rhichest honey." Smiling widely, he picked her up by the waist and swung her around in a large, dizzying circle. His hands were so large, it amazed her that the pressure of his palm against her rib cage didn't hurt at all. "You can put me down now" squeeked Alex, squirming in his grasp as the room spun before her eyes. "Why should I?" he asked, pressing her up against his torso as he walked her to the wall and sandwhiched her between it and himself. Taking her hand in his own, he intertwined their fingers and stretched her arms up over her head, looking deep into her eyes. "I was just getting started." She suddenly felt the silky warmth of his rigid cock on her thigh, wondering only for a moment when exactly he had removed all of his clothing. Moaning in response, she arched her back and strained against his arms. "Ohhh.... Lucien, please." He grinned down at her, putting her arms about his neck before sliding his hands down her sides, grasping her ass firmly within his hands. "I knew you hadn't forgotten my name, sweetheart." he grunted, thrusting his erection within her tight pussy hole. She felt so good around him, he nearly lost himself for a moment. She was so tight. His breath teased at her neck before she felt his teeth sink into the soft skin, moaning and wrapping her legs about his waist. A blush formed on her cheeks as she closed her eyes, not wanting the feeling of him inside of her to end. He began thrusting in and out of her, the sounds of her wetness and their moans loud and clear within the darkness of the room. She met each of his thrusts with her hips, running her hands into his hair and grasping the silky strands. For a moment all she did was focus on the feel of his heart beating against her breast and inside the hollowness of her body, their breathing in complete unison. She could easily fall in love with this stranger, she thought, heady from the rush of her desire. His hands slid up her stomach and to her chest, cupping her breasts as his thumbs strummed against her perky pink nipples. His lips moved from her neck, skimming her jaw before he claimed her mouth with his, spiking his tongue harshly between her lips to mock the dance of their bodies. His cock and tongue stroked, burned, filled, and tantalized her. In and out, in and out. The hot, white flame of pleasure built deep within her, forcing her muscles to contract about his cock as the waves crashed around. Her moans became sparse and whispy. His own grunts of pleasure becoming more and more desperate as he frantically tried to reach his goal. His hands stopped their torment on her breasts, reaching around to her back, his nails digging deep into her skin, crushing her against him. Yet, the pressure wasn't enough. He had to get as close to her as he possibly could. Using all of his strength, he held her against him and continued to rock inside of her, carrying her over to the front of the couch and laying her down ontop of it. His entire body crushed her as he came down, placing his hands above her head onto the arm of the couch. She gasped for air, squirming beneath him, digging her heels into his ass. A lightheaded feeling rushed her, her entire body fuming hotly as flame upon flame danced inside."Ohh god" They both came with a vengence at exactly the same time, his seed filling her tight pussy to the brim. She couldn't get a grip of the ecstacy in which she felt, feeling as though she were having an out of body experience. The pleasure was just too unbelievable for her. "Damn" he muttered, burrying his face against the dampness of her shoulder and breathing in the warm scent of sex. He didn't want to part her, but he had business to attend. "Damn, damn, damn." Opening her eyes dazily, her hands sliding down his back to rest on the small of it, she whispered hoarsely. "What is it, Lucien?" He nuzzled her neck, stroking her shoulders tenderly, feeling his erection softening within her. He truly didn't want to leave, but he had to. "I must leave, Alex, I'm sorry." A moment later she was laying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, the light of the living room having had come on the moment he had said that. She felt a bit empty, maybe even lonely, that he had left so soon. But even as that thought came to her, another slid right behind it. "Heaven must definitely be a place here on Earth." My Sexy Phantom Ch. 03 It was a wonderful day in her world. Once again there was peace and a feeling of tranquility that warmed her all over. Days like these made her feel good about being alive, knowing that everything was right in the world. Like that tingly feeling you get after you bite into a particularly wonderful chocolate truffle. "Well, Mandy, just pick one already." she said, laughing into her phone. Her cat Jangles was curled up on her lap, licking happily at her hand like it was some sort of tasty treat. She was sitting in her over stuffed Lay-Z-Boy, the television on mute as she watched the home shopping network and talked to her best friend. Mandy had just gotten finished telling her about some cute guy who had asked her out for dinner tonight. Her friend was so excited that she couldn't chose which color dress to wear, when normally it was Mandy instructing Alex on style. "But I don't know which one looks best! I reeeally like this guy, Alex. Please, please, please, puh-lease help me!" It was Mandy's luck that Alex couldn't think straight right now, either. What with Lucien picking on her every few seconds. She shivered at the feel of his fingers on the back of her knee, using a newspaper to swat at the area in front of her. Damn him for being a Phantom! She couldn't see him at all during the day. "Okay, okay." Alex answered to the girl's begging, twirling the cord of the phone about her finger as she stuck her tongue out in the direction of Lucien. "Why don't you wear the red dress? Red is always pretty on you." "But Alex!" her friend whined. "I don't want to look 'pretty'! I want to look gorgeous!" "You will lo..." she had to bite her bottom lip so she didn't giggle, moving the phone away from her face as she squirmed in her chair. The guy was going after her feet again! Pulling her legs in, she sat on both feet and flung the newspaper at him again, mouthing for him to stop before going back to her friend. "You will look gorgeous, hon." "How do you know that?" A shiver ran down her spine at the tickle of fingers running along her jaw line. She sucked in a deep breath of air and scooted herself further into the chair before replying, leaving a disgruntled cat to prance off in offense of her bothering it. "You always look gorgeous, Mandy. It's what you do!" A whimper escaped her lips as a mouth came over her ear, sucking and nibbling at it. It was very, very distracting. So distracting, in fact, that she hadn't heard what her friend had said. "Alex? Alex, are you listening?" She shook her head, her eyes half closed as the mouth moved lower to suck the skin beneath her ear lobe. "Yeah... Mandy, I'm listening." Her friend seemed to hesitate before a mischievous voice took the place of nerves. "Whatcha doin'?" Lips began moving down her arm as she blushed guiltily and coughed to cover up the sound of her voice. "Nothing." "Oh, really?" Her friend paused as if to point out the lie. "Mmm... Okay, lovey. I'll be heading out soon. I'll call you later and tell you all the juicy details." There was a distinct sigh in her voice. "Okay.... Remember to keep your phone on, and call the cops if things get weird." she said softly, her mind wondering to what he was doing with her hand. Whatever it was, it was definitely wonderful. She sighed in apreciation and mentally kicked herself for being so turned on. "Don't worry, I will. Love you doll face." The dial tone sounded and she hung up the phone. "Damn it, Lucien." she growled half heartedly, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the chair. "Must you do that while I'm trying to talk on the phone? It's distracting." "You could always give in and let me do as I wish." a male voice whispered on the wind, fingers grabbing at the front of her shirt and tugging on it. "Come with me to the bathroom, sweetheart." "Must I?" asked Alex, tilting her head and biting her lip. "It's so comfy here." Crossing her arms, she unfolded her legs and placed her feet on the coffee table. Maybe body language would convince him she wasn't going to move an inch. She thought wrong. An arm moved about the middle of her back and another was placed beneath her knees as she was scooped up from the chair in one swift movement. She squealed, writhing about as she found herself digging nails into something that was not there, at least not to the eye. "Put me down! Put me down." she said quickly, eyes wide as saucers. "You know it frightens me to feel like I'm floating, even if I'm not." Laughter greeted her protects, a hand firmly grasping her waist as she 'floated' to the door of her bathroom. The door swung open to reveal her wonderfully huge bath tub, filled to the brink with pink fluffy bubbles. The room smelled like vanilla and lavender. She figured the vanilla was probably due to the candles burning brightly about the tub. A moment later she was set lightly on her feet in front of the tub, her shirt being pulled gently up over her head to reveal a dainty pink lace bra. Next came her jeans, sliding to the floor to reveal matching g-string panties. She couldn't stop the man, so why should she bother to try? Blushing prettily, she looked up to search his face but remembered his phantom state. "It's not fair that I can't see you." she pouted, the straps of her bra sliding down her arms, unsnapping to fall at her feet. "Sure it is." Amusement dripped from his voice as fingers slid over her chest to prod the delicate pink of her nipples. She could feel her wetness dampening the inside of her very tiny panties. "You get to enjoy the touch of my hands all the better. Just think of it like.... a blindfold." He removed her panties before his mouth lowered down on her breast, lavishing attention on it as he proceeded to wrap her legs about him and carry her the rest of the way, until she were writhing in a sea of bubbles. Gasping for breath as he finished his assault on her other breast, his mouth trailing down the planes and valleys of her abdomen, she arched against the feel of a sponge against her bottom. Slowly, torturously the sponge worked into the sensitive mounds of her cute ass, working its way down each thigh and back up against. A tongue dipped itself low into the crease of her belly button, sending shiver upon delightful shiver up and down her spine. He worked his tongue in and out of it, every joy she experienced revealed on her beautiful face, every pleasure she felt sounded aloud with a moan. He worked the sponge down her long legs in slow circles, going carefully over the inside of her knees, her delicate ankles, and her toes. It spread soft soap on the flat of her stomach, circled her breasts, all over every inch until she felt like a piece of clay to mold to his will. "How are you, dearest Alex?" Lucien whispered huskily into her ear before circling it with his tongue. His teeth began to pulse about the flesh at her ear lobe, setting the sponge aside before he circled her thighs with his hands and grabbed her ass to massage it deeply. "Mmmm" Was her only response, her lashes creating half crescents on her cheeks, her breasts lifting and falling to each breath she took. She was so relaxed she could barely find the time to think. Her skin tingled and crawled with the need for release, yet she didn't want to move an inch. She was slowly lifted from laying against the side of the tub, being moved so that her back faced her phantom lover, his hands wrapping about her waist as he slid her down his front. His feet linked about her ankles, his mouth whisper soft against the side of her neck, his voice as soothing as his gentle touch. "Relaxed, sweetheart?" She didn't have time to respond as he finally found the perfect moment, taking the opportunity to plunge his hard erection into her tight ass before she had time to tense up. His grunt was followed by a moan of her own, fingers softly tickling the skin of her sides. It was an extremely odd sensation, to be filled there. Her face was flaming red with embarrassment, even as she knew the action exceedingly turned her on. He nuzzled the side of her neck, staying as still as he could inside of her as he allowed her to adjust to the new feeling. "Stay relaxed and it won't hurt." he murmured, moving a hand to grab her wrist, guiding her hand lower on her body until he shoved two of her fingers beneath the soft folds of her pussy. She gasped at how slick she was and a moan escaped her lips as the pads of her fingers ran over the swollen skin of her labia. She wanted to move on his cock, but he held her lower body still in his strong hands, lips sucking at the beads of water on the back of her shoulder. It seemed a long time indeed that all he did was nibble at her skin, allowing her only to play with herself and nothing more. He was so annoying sometimes, she concluded as she bit her lip. Frustration coiled inside and out as she rubbed at the ache and struggled to move. No matter how she strummed her fingers against her erect little nub, she couldn't cum with him just sitting there. He could very much see the look on her face in his mind through the distinct whine in her voice. "Lucien" she cried, wiggling in his arms, her voice breathless. "Fuck me already!" "Ah." He laughed against her ear, hands tightening about her waist. "Sweet little Alex wants me to fuck her in the ass?" "Yes!" She moaned, grinding her hips down against him as hard as she could. He groaned in response, his hands moving down her soft skin to grip at the cheeks of her ass as he moved himself inside of her. The pressure was enough to make him explode without any real effort on either of their part, but he gritted his teeth and held it in. Alex slid her slippery fingers across the bubbly sheen above the water, grasping the side of the tub and gripping at it for leverage. Her breathing came in short, fast gasps as she kept the rhythm in which her phantom commanded, the feeling both hurting and feeling so, so good. It was the oddest kind of torture. Especially with the sensation of soft foam popping about her shoulders and swollen breasts, the water caressing her skin and the smells tickling her nose. It was a total sensory experience, and she wanted more. "Hold on." Grunted a male voice, the movement being stopped for the moment. The hands stopped stroking the cheeks of her ass and she moved her head to look behind her. There was nothing she could see moving, opting an empty bottle of shampoo she hadn't thrown away the other night, moving around in the air on its own and into the water. "What's that for?" She asked Lucien curiously, moaning softly as his shaft shifted inside of her. Her eyelids drooped closed as she sucked in a breath, fingers running lightly up and down the folds of her pussy. One slowly slid in between, flicking against her clit, then two, her legs shaking and her voice catching on whimpers of pleasure as she rubbed against his hand. The slick press of plastic moved against her thigh as he sunk the two fingers and his hard erection as deep as he could, sighing in a content purr of appreciation as he circled both naughty holes. "Since I don't have two cocks to fill both this," he jerked his hips, thrusting his cock in her ass and getting a cute moan in response from her "And this." He shoved his fingers deeper, curling them to prod at the skin of her g-spot. "Ohhh. Yes." She arched her hips, her head rolling back as she rocked her hips. "That does sound like a reasonable use." "Indeed." murmured Lucien, slowly inching his fingers out of her and trailing them to her other pleasure spot. He grasped the head of the bottle, prodding her front entrance with the smooth end as he slid it in, till she couldn't possibly take anymore. He heard her gasp and half choke on his name. "Does that feel better, kitten?" "Nnnn huh" She could barely respond, her hands sliding off of where it had gripped the side of the tub as she limply leaned against his chest. Her soft, delicate hands slid down his arms to rest on top of each hand, guiding him to what she wanted. She showed him how to move his fingers, shoving them down onto her clit and pushing them in a criss-cross motion. Once he had gotten the pattern down, she let go of his hands and dug her fingers into the flesh at his thighs. Her bottom lip was swollen red from where she bit down, her entire body shaking and bucking. Between the pleasure of being pumped in both holes, and the pressure of his fingers against her sensitive clitty, she was in ecstasy beyond belief. She couldn't think worth a damn, and at the moment, who cared? The only reason she lived was to be used as a toy by this man and this man alone. The only passion in life being the pleasure he gave her. "Nnnn Nnnn Nnnn.... God.... Yes, yes!" "Do you like that, baby?" he asked on a groan in her ear, leaving her taught little nub so that he could grab at her long hair, yanking her head to the side possessively. "Mmmmm." Alex moaned, attempting to nod her head even though he had it immobilized. "Yes." He moved his lips to the base of her throat, murmuring softly against her skin. "Almost ready to cum for me?" She gasped, her body shaking and bucking uncontrollably as she tried to hold on to reality without giving up an ounce of heaven. She felt like she was going to be swallowed by a deep black hole and never see the light of day again. "Oh. Lucien. Yes! Please?" "Who's... The... Best?" Lucien asked, one word being spoken after each thrust he made. His cock was ready to burst, but he wanted to play this sweet little game. At least for a moment or two. "You are." He grinned, pleased to no end that she'd said that. Even if he had known she wasn't about to say someone else. Who would at moments like these? Okay. This must stop, Alex thought as she whimpered pathetically. She needed to cum. "Now!" she growled, grabbing the shampoo bottle from him and throwing it out of the tub before clinging to him so hard that he could only move his arms. He wrapped them tight about her shapely figure, panting, his heart beating frantically. Burying his nose into the sweet curve of flesh between her neck and shoulder, he placed his lips about the skin and bit down. Not enough to bruise, but hard enough to pierce the skin. She responded in a wave of exquisite tension. Her ears were throbbing from a scream she couldn't keep from slipping from her lips. Her face was flushed, her arms limp, her lower body shaking so bad that water was spilling out all sides of the tub. The pleasure was so white hot, that she forgot who she was. A few moments later, or a lifetime, she found herself staring at the water, watching all the purple colored bubbles disappear like magic. She was contentedly snuggled in his arms, and didn't want him to let go. "You never want it to end, do you?" Alex asked Lucien on a whisper, basking in the silent, awesome strength of his male body, even while his cock still filled her bottom. "No, baby, but all good things must end." He licked at her soapy shoulder tenderly. "Why, Lucien? Why must they end?" He laid his cheek on her forehead and was silent for the longest moment, rocking with her in his arms. "Because," he said at last, kissing her on the nose. "If they never ended, we'd have nothing new to look forward to."