0 comments/ 21020 views/ 1 favorites Anise By: Rebekahangel Anise Chapter 3 or so/Novel Insert Possibility As Anise strolled down the dark wet street, she felt a breeze across her thighs, as if from a ghostly hand. Her silken black skirt was adorned with a very high slit to the right hip. The thought of a hand creeping up that slit to her bare hip made a shiver climb up her spine. As the mist of rain started to fall, her white satin blouse began to cling to her bare breast like soft hands. The farther she walked, the more she felt the ghostly hands against her skin. She began to feel uneasy at the thought of something immortal following her, and touching her in her soft sensual places as she moved. She began to pick up the pace as the rain started to fall in larger drops. She splashed through the puddles as a child would. Her black leather boots hugged her legs up to her knees as the water ran down her thighs and legs. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, but still seemed so far. She climbed the stairs to the studio apartment that she adored so much, feeling a little safer to be home. She had put her heart and soul into decorating her space with all her own taste. She had in the past invited friends and lovers into her space, just to find that they did not appreciate her love for Gothic Art. She had since decided that her choice of men would have to change. It had been a long time since she had felt the touch of erotic pleasure of any kind. It seemed for the moment that she had imagined the ghostly touches, almost wishing that they were real. Anise slid her boots off at the door, and slipped her skirt down and hung it on the coat rack to dry. She plopped down on the leather sofa, exhausted, yet exhilarated from the sprint home in the rain. Too bad she had no one at home waiting for her that she could share the mood with. A noise came from the other room. A small hissing noise, like a snake, but there weren’t any snakes in the city. Anise froze on the black sofa and perked her ears to listen. Whatever is was, it was coming closer. Her heart pounded in her chest and throat. Who, or what could it possibly be? She couldn’t move, frozen with fear. Then the same ghostly hands touched her on her ankle, making her shiver with both fear and pleasure at the same time. For a split second, she wasn’t afraid, as her pussy was wet from the touch. It began to climb up her calves, then her thighs. There were two hands that felt soft yet strong. Was she imagining this, or was it real? She began to squirm, but no matter where she went, the ghostly hands followed, with erotic intentions. At this point, Anise really didn’t care if it was real or imagination. She could feel her panties sliding from her hips, as if some unseen force had ordered them off. Anise began to lift her body to give the force cooperation. The buttons on her blouse began to pop off and fly across the sofa. Anise let out a strong gasp uncontrollably. She realized that this wasn’t her imagination. She was aroused by the thought of a ghostly lover. She yearned for it to touch her breasts. Still damp from the rain, her nipples were erect, and now they were very hard. The hands moved to her inner thighs, and softly touched her clit, and felt wet like a warm tongue. It stroked her pussy softly, but oh so correctly, hitting every spot perfectly. She moaned with satisfaction, and spread her legs putting her feet on the edges of the glass coffee table. Her hands raised up and clutched the leather on the back of the couch. At the same time her hips moved in small slow circles. The pleasure was unbelievable. It was like nothing she had ever encountered with anyone in her life. She couldn’t breath, gasping for air; she pulled away and slid herself across the sofa. The invisible force caressed her skin, making its way to her breasts. She could feel a cold mist all around her. She could not contain herself as she placed her hand on her pussy and began to rub it for pleasure. The mist rose all over the room as the force slid on top of her. It felt as if it could actually be a woman. She closed her eyes, and felt something large and warm shove into her, as she yelled and moaned with pure animal pleasure. In and out many times, but always hitting her clit in the most wet and perfect way. She could feel herself beginning to climax, and she knew it would be no ordinary orgasm. It came strong and hard. Anise lost her breath, and screamed out with unearthly pleasure. The room began to spin, as she lay there quivering. All in one instance, she realized what had just happened. Anise was a very realistic person. She wasn’t sure the gender of the apparition. She also wasn’t sure that she cared the gender either. As she rose from the sofa, still quivering, knees shaking, and wet to the knees, she realized that the temperature in the apartment had risen. It was gone. Anise & Her Slave The car door slams as anise strides toward the house. The white material of her suit clings in desperation to the curvature of her hourglass waist. A grin spreads over her crimson lips as she runs through the past five years. Rising from the hell of UMD to the glamour of New York City and the comfort of six digits entering one of her many bank accounts on a monthly basis. Her early passion for writing had spawned itself into a degrading editing job in New York while she was struggling unaided to finish graduate school had put her right under the noses of new York's influential hierarchy of publishers. Her brilliance was recognized and lauded by several small magazines around New York and then it happened. Andre' Reich, barely able to speak had called her at home. While dining on Chinese and sitting crunched in the pseudo-breakfast nook of her tiny apartment Andre' asked...no, begged...anise to release several chapters of a book she was working on to his publishing company. Anise wholeheartedly accepted, and within one year was the recipient of a Nobel Prize for Literature. It had all happened so fast anise only vaguely recalled the purchase of a Brownstone looking out over the West side of central park and her rise from complete obscurity to mind altering fame. Her smile broadened. She skipped up the stairs removing her long white gloves and slapping them against her flexing thigh...mom a slight sting. "I've worked hard today, I deserve a treat," she thought to herself. The keys turned fluidly in the gold knob. The entryway echoed with every step, tracing each collision of marble and the point of her sharp heel. As anise scaled the winding staircase her thighs touched one another under the silken skirt, meshing her tender flesh back and forth, creating the sweetest drip of fluid from the flower. The top of the stairs blossomed into a large balcony, from which she could see the magnificent foyer of the townhouse. An enormous oak door stood in the center of the balcony. Anise heaved the heavy door aside with ease and strode into the cavernous bedchamber. This chamber lined with beauty and fear. Adorned in every corner with elaborate black wrought iron candelabrums, glistening red velvet wall paper, a four postered berth covered in the finest black Egyptian silk, and the object that brought her so hurriedly home... In the center of the room dangling tightly from the ceiling, inches from touching the floor, a boy clad only in leather straps around his wrists, ankles and eyes, waited. Anise removed her large white hat of 1940's fame and her dark sunglasses and tossed them to the floor. Anise took a moment to peruse this creature with her eyes. She picked him for his prowess, there was no denying this, but it was that much more pleasurable that he was delicious to view. Hanging by his wrists from the ceiling cut deep outlines of his cement arms and shoulders, trailing down to luxurious brown curls, dropping down around his hard jaw and framing the black leather blindfold. His shoulders melted seamlessly into a brutish, heaving chest and down to his rippling stomach, well defined and tuned muscle, but a lithe agile body. Leading to anise's favorite thing about her slave.... Between strong, massive legs, dangled his magnificent cock, thick and limp. Anise slid her hand across her breast capturing her erect nipple between her fingers, squeezing...hard...harder. She remembered how his cock felt, how it curved so perfectly skyward, always rigid, so rigid she often thought it my tear through it's thin fleshy armor and lodge itself permanently in her womb. Her knees buckled slightly as she unconsciously pushed her palm into her crotch, moaning. The boy's head lifted. He had heard her. He attentively followed her steps with his face, blind to her completely. The boy had been put there under Anise's orders three days prior. She had silently come by this room every day to watch this boy dangle in her service. Never touching him, never speaking to him, simply resting one leg on a table and slipping three fingers in and out of her wet cunt until she was quite wet and dying to be fucked. With this she would confidently stride up to her slave, grab his chin in her delicate hand, pry his sweet young mouth open and ram the cunt soaked fingers over his tongue. He obediently sucked every molecule from her fingers straining for more. Cruelly she would turn on her heel and walk away. She would stand by the door watching his cock begin to harden, blood flowing to the tip, stiffening and moving skyward screaming and throbbing for her cunt.... turn out the lights and walk away. Anise's Fuck Me List A note to the reader. In the first chapter of "Comfort the Widow," Anisé and I met in Seattle at a business conference. The next thing you know we're driving her mint condition 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville to dinner (and then her place), and horsing around. She unzipped my pants and liberated my cock, casually stroking it. I put my arm around her and dipped into her dress to diddle the Titty Twins, as she called them. Chapter two is about our conversation of our sexual pasts, our sexual preferences, and such. This was sort of creepy for me because her husband had died not long before, and she kept referring to their intimate relations. But it did give my cock a tickle. In the middle of the conversation, Anisé reached into the glove compartment, took out a notebook and pen, and started writing everything down. What? Probably the most erotic conversation I ever had with a woman in all my adult life, while we had our clothes on that is. By the time we got her place we had a list as long as your arm, and looked like it was going to take a good long while to plow through all the items. I asked her if she was going to put the list on the refrigerator. She said she hadn't thought of it, but what a terrific idea. So that's where the list wound up. Plenty of check marks. Gold stars for the good, kinky numbers. Here is a copy of her handwritten list, transcribed exactly. Anisé thinks it a dandy. Me, too. 1.Copping feels in the car. Titty play. Stroking cock. 2.Skinny dipping. Blue balls blowjob. Oral reports. 3.Eating pussy. More oral reports. 4.The first fuck quickie just as soon as park car, in house, butt naked, on bed. On my back, legs out to here. Let's fuck and be quick about it. Difference between a wham-bam and a quickie? 5."Horsy-humping." Top-riding cow-gal style. Screamers and creamers. Remember to whiney and whoop! Yee-haw. You scream. I scream. We all scream for ice cream. 6.Food fucking? Toys? Which ones, dear heart? 7.The "books." Which ones? Illustrations? "Joy of." "The Kama Sutra Wide World of Fucking Sports." Stories. How-to. How better? How now brown cow? 8.Bedroom outfits, dress-up games and costumes, and "play." As in? That feather-fluffy hot pink sheer number complete with feather fluffy heels. My black-widow tits-up satin corset. Or is that merry-widow. Cinched titty-tight! Big tits and big nipples. 9.Business suit. Fucking in the "the office?" Mr. Big-Me's chair? The big chair? Old stuff--that--blowjobs under the desk. Doggie fucking in front of window? 10.Cheerleader outfits. Bulky sweaters w/big letter "F"? Buy? Sew? Bright red pom-poms. Boas? Red/pink. Silver/black? Holds up the Titty Twins--help yourself, dear heart! Tickle, tickle, suck, suck. The fuck fuck. 11.Swinging tits in face. Swing those hangers, dosey-doe. "Fuck me. Suck my tits. Fuck me." Finger in asshole? Finger fuck my bunny rabbit! Wiggle! Narration? How's it going, sailor? It's going great! Love your great big cock. You like my pussy--'cause pussy likes you! Joosy, berry joosy! The strokes, D.H., the strokes, the strokes. Easy strokes, now--waste not, want not, remember. Poetry strokes. There was a horny young hussy from someplace, who had a really big thing for sitting on your face.... (Get better rhymes). Roses are red and violets are blue, this is great good fucking, how a-bout you! Or the plain old north-woods haiku, I love to fuck, I live to fuck, I love to fuck. Fucking and poetry! 12.Lap fucking while watching big dick porn flicks (no plastic tits-- LOL). NBA basketball? 13.Fucking/69er/fucking. Sounds delicious! Tongue/cock/pussy. Must! 14.Get big sign. "Will Fuck For Food and Drink." "Tonight Is Your Lucky Fucking Night." "Hide and Seek. If You Can Find Me, You Can Fuck Me." "Too Drunk to Fuck." Famous last words. Other signs? 15.Cab driver "hat." Private girl's school jumper! Satin Blouse (got plenty). Pig tails. White socks. Mary Janes. "I've Been a Bad, Bad Little Girl." "You've Been a Bad Boy, Go to My Room." 16.("Oh, Mama.") Talk it up blowjob. Queries? Instructions? What should I do next? Really cheap lipstick for the dipstick. Leave smears on cock, face. Cheap smelly perfume. Oh, please, please tell me, D.H. French kiss Henry. Lick balls. Pucker kiss "rosebud." Big sloppy loud schmoochies! Big hair and big eyes. "How 'm I doin', dear heart?" More like, "Humph, muggle, durgle, dear?" Hard to talk with cock in mouth. 17.Sound of cock popping out of mouth. Poink! Slobber. Pop! What now, sailor? 18.Really gooey tasty sloppy sticky desserts. While 69-ing? Yes! Shoots! Pump the arm! Score! 19.Re: Candy, the cab driver. Younger gal; daddy? Will 'daddy' spank me if I'm a bad whittle girl? Hope a hope. Tie me up (and "ravish" me?). Nylons? Scarves? Hand-cuffs? Buy? Have? Full body "wiggles." Shake Titty Twins in face. On cock. Where else? 20.Eating pussy. Fab favorite. 21.Titty-fuck blowjob! W/food? Tasty! 22.Check Erica's dessert recipes for the fruity-toots. Nuts? Sprinkles of graham crackers? Canned cherries w/juice! Pineapple slush and squirt chocolate! Straight Bailey's. Champagne in navel/pussy? Ready whip or homemade? Hmm. Mousse. Custard. Ice cream??? M.J. recipes? (Or water pipe?) Really gooey brownies cooked w/m.j.--m.j./Amaretto cheese cake. Strawberries, red wine, and cream. Chocolate banana cream pie. 'Tween the legs? Peaches and schnapps/marinade! 23.Masturbation and vibrators. Gadgets and bozos. Hitachi. Remote control Silver Bullet--the egg beater (great for parties!). Waterproof. Wonderful Willie. Big Black Bob. Tasmanian Devil. Dildo named Bilbo. Big Bopper. Buzz. Butt plugs/vibrating? String of large pearlescent beads--rum, rum, rum, they go between my legs. Yum. Anything that doesn't sound like a barbershop clippers. Can we fuck after? 24.Wang dang Candy/cab driver's doodles? Have to work on that one. Strip teasy/easy; lap dance fucking/piece of cake. Fuck on all 4s on the floor, while What's-His-Name takes it to the basket? Hope so. 25.Definitely strip poker. High card truth or dare--a must! (My deck.) IOU cards to leave with morning paper? "I'll fuck your brains out if you wash my back." "I'm not wearing any underwear." For dinner out. "If you can find my cock, you can suck it till the cows dome home." 26.Dress-up fit to kill for evening out. The whole shebang. Slutty clothes. Which ones? In public? Ask Erica. Harem stuff. The chains of coin and hawk's bells--jingle jangle--nipple jewelry--wang-dang-my- doodles. Cock jewelry? It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that schwing! That really tarty, crepe papery maid's outfit. Nursy Wanda Wiggle; Nurse Wiggle to you. Time for your shots/sponge bath. Come-fuck-me stripper's outfit. Dance pole. Bungee cord hammock. Finally get to use. Fish net body stocking/crotchless. Feather fluffy nighties (old hat, but still works magic). Good old big towel, knotted between the Titty Twins. Porn-flick sucking and fucking--I can suck a cock better than that bimbo! Couch fucking. Come and get it right here and now. Doggie fucking at kitchensink/in bubble bath (yum). Shower fucking. Squishy slithery soap (buy). Big bottle. 27.Love long after-sessions. Licking the "salt" off body/you licking mine. Yum. More fucking? 28.How's this, Mr. First Nighter: ripping off the first quickie piece of ass. Been a while for both of us. Sucking and fucking. Licking and petting (food?). Spoon fucking/sit on face/titty-fuck blowjob/fucking-- 69 sucking--more fucking. Showers now and again. Clean fun! 29.Wake 'em up blowjob. Good morning to you, Henry! Swing leg over your head. "Breakfast is served." 30.Big Q. Do we want to try anal sex? J. thought it was too messy. Best way? Research, dear heart. 31.Home movies. Fucking and horsing around. Have camera. Watching ourselves on the monitor--Hi, mom! Look, ma, no hands! "What We Did Over Summer Vacation." King-key. Hmm. Digital cam photo shoot on boat? Bedroom. Cheap motel. Butt naked pictures of me on the Internet? Hmm. Big nipples on big tits. Score the little lady a ten, and send more. King-key. 32.Write a fuckbook story/collaborate? "Trailer Trash Trudy." Get naked. Sit in D.H.'s lap. "It was the merry month of May, and Trudy- Trisha Triple was horny, but then poor Trudy was always horny. She worked the 4-midnight shift at the Swifti-Mart out by the Interstate, and so there was always a steady stream of out-of-state passers-by." Work on that. 33.Write porn flick shooting script/collaborate. "Humdinger Honeymoon, the Movie." Newlyweds on a "Love Boat" cruise to Hawaii is struck by typhoon. Fucking up storm while everyone on board is sick as dogs. "The Quiet American Gets Really Lucky in Bangkok." Speaks for itself. Brown skinned Thai women suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.