Ghost Tentacles by Charlotte Mistry

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Megan's only doing her job as a hotel maid when she walks into a room she really shouldn't have. When the thing inside notices her, it's all she can do to hang on. Will she be scared stiff, or will she learn to enjoy the ride?

Warning: this 3300 word erotic short story contains explicit tentacle sex, triple penetration, maid uniforms, clothed sex, and one lustful paranormal entity!

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“What do you want?” she said, “What do you want from me?”

Her only answer was a low rumble through the room like the beginnings of an earthquake. The lights flickered, and the TV blared static; the remote flew off the table to crash into the wall, sending the battery cover popping off somewhere under the bed. The air still felt so cold. Megan whimpered.

There were more things touching her, suddenly. Things like hands, like ghostly tentacles, invisible but tangible. They slid over her body and she squirmed in their grip, panting. Her body felt hot, and it made the contrast with the things all the more stark; for a moment she thought she heard laughter, distant and echoing.

Phantom hands slid up her long legs in a caress, teasing the insides of her thighs, strange and almost ticklish. There were more on her hips, her back, her face. A mass of ghostly tentacles twined themselves around her breasts and nipples like a nest of snakes, tugging and squeezing and massaging her sensitive flesh. She felt naked before them, never mind her uniform.

About Charlotte Mistry

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Published July 10, 2012 14 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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