A Paranormal Experience - now it works

Had trouble posting this last night but now it works. This is from something I wrote a while ago but revised recently. Who knew there is actually a genre of paranormal romance on the bookshelves?

All I could think about was why would you refuse me? Why did you make it seem like you didn’t want me? I could tell by your physical reaction to me that your body wanted to be with me. I could be happy with just your body and I don’t need you to be in love with me.

I was so upset with myself for getting so caught up in you. I barely knew you but it seemed like we were one mind that had been separated long ago. Everything we talked about, everything we wanted if life could have been different. I have to let you go because it just hurts too much. I have to forget about you and move on. I decided to go out for a walk and think about what I would say when I talked to you one last time. I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and went out even though it was well past midnight. I would be okay since there was a full moon, I would be able to see my way through the trees as I walked.

Once I was deep in the woods I wrapped the blanket tighter around me and sat down under a tree. The last thing I remember was crying and thinking that I should go home but I must have cried myself to sleep. When I woke up the moon was no longer visible enough to light my way home. I was listening to the sound of rustling leaves and someone in the distance calling, “Blathnat, come to me!”

Before long the voice was closer to me whispering. “How could he refuse you? You’re so beautiful my sweet little flower. I would never refuse you. I will make love to you I want you."

I looked around half-frightened because I didn’t see anyone. “Who are you? Where are you?”

“I’m right here beside you.” He said as the wind softly touched my face. “Can’t you feel me touching your face? I have waited for you for an eternity.”

Confused and feeling almost as if I were still asleep I replied to him, “Yes, I feel you but it’s too dark I can’t see you.”

“You don’t need to see me for me to love you. Just invite me. Tell me that you want me and I’m yours. I’ll show you what I mean.”

It was no longer like the wind was gently caressing my face. Even though he wasn't there I felt his lips on mine, I tasted him as if he were there. While I was frightened of what he was his tender kiss, inviting and soft, made me feel compelled to respond to him. His tongue moved between my lips and slowly entered my mouth. He explored me with such devotion and intensity that I just responded to him out of instinct. I met his kiss with my own tongue and I felt the heat from the rest of his body touching me. I could feel his erection against my hip even though I could not see him.

“Do you like my kiss?” he asked. “Let me please you. I can give you everything he will not.”

I felt my head swimming as if I were no longer in control of what was happening to me or how I responded. Even though I could not see him, his touch felt so incredible on my skin. He whispered in my ear, “Blathnat is my beloved name for you. It’s what I called you long ago. Do you remember? Invite me and I will do things to you that you have never known in this lifetime. Tell me that you want me. I can already feel that you do. Just say it for me. Invite me.”

I could not even think of resisting. The feeling washed over me and took control. I didn't even know I was responding to him. It was like someone else was saying the words which came from my mouth, “Yes, let me feel your pleasure. I want you inside me. I need you.” I felt as if my dress were being moved up my legs as I spread my legs wide and vulnerable to accept him. I thought of changing my mind and waiting for you but then I felt his touch between my legs and I couldn’t move or speak. His tongue teased me with its moist, warm playfulness. I could feel his warm breath as he exhaled on my skin and it made him impossible to resist. His teeth gently and tenderly biting me and the exquisite pleasure of him sucking me between his tongue and his teeth. Oh, how I wished this was you and not what must be some figment of my imagination. I wanted it to be you.

It was as if he could read my mind. “It’s all right my little flower you can think of him. It doesn't matter. Imagine it is him doing this to you. Now that you have invited me I can have you forever and it doesn’t matter who you think of just that your body responds to me. Come with me my flower, release yourself to me, completely!” Even though I could not see him I reached for his head and pulled his mouth harder to me showing him I wanted his tongue deeply inside me.

Waves of pleasure washed across my body and deep into my soul. I was in complete and utter abandon to him. He could have done anything to me and I would have accepted it. Again this voice inside me, my voice, gave acknowledgement and acceptance to him, “Please don’t stop. I have never felt anything like this. I want it so much.”

A gentle laugh came from him and then he spoke to me again as I lost control. “Yes, pour yourself on me so that I know you have been satisfied. Yes, yes, just like that, that is what I want,” He said as I blissfully came on his tongue and inside his mouth. How could he be whispering in my ear and doing this to me at the same time? I didn’t understand but I didn’t want it to stop, “Now, I know you are mine and you will take me inside you.”

I felt the sudden thrust and entry of him inside me. First a searing hot pain that I thought would split me in two. Soon it was replaced by the totally incredible feeling of him moving in and out of my body. His unrestrained moans of satisfaction only excited me more and made me want the feeling to never end. It seemed like we had spent hours satisfying each other and at the same time it felt like only moments since he had first entered me. Both of us writhed with the waves of sensations we were giving each other, each cuming again and again. I could feel him spilling himself inside me so many times I couldn't count them all. Each time it seemed like he had more to give me than the last. He slowed his movements after what seemed like an eternity of fucking me with such fire and intensity that I thought I would be trapped in this lovely dream forever. I fell asleep in his arms begging him to never stop as he slowly rocked himself inside me and he gently laughed in the delight of having conquered me. Have I replaced you with this man or satyr I thought. Does it matter what he is if he wants me? ©

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