Michaela has always been attracted to the tall, thin mortician at the local funeral home. A mix of fear and desire has been growing in her since the first day she laid eyes on her. Determined to find out if he's as sinister as he seems, she breaks into his house, only to realize the power it truly holds. Phantgasm is a 3,300 word story featuring Lovecraftian, shadowy sex, BDSM, and teasing.
Turning slowly, Michaela looked at the pale hand on her left shoulder, examining where the rough skin met his suit jacket. Here it seemed to be made of the shadows themselves, and her eyes traveled up the suit until she was gazing up at the Dapper Man's face. His mouth was set in a hard line, a single eyebrow was raised, as though he were confused or curious by her actions. His expression seemed to ask for about her calmness, for even as she looked into the face of the man who would certainly harm her, the intenseness of her fear seemed to be draining out of her. Mostly, she was fascinated. While she knew his unkempt hair, his mere oldness should repel her, she could not help but notice her attraction to the man. Perhaps it was his power, she thought, the way he seems to be able to command the darkness itself.
If Michaela had any doubts about the Dapper Man's ability to read thoughts she did no longer. The moment the idea of him mastering the shadows crossed her mind, the ink-black of the night seemed to seep out of the ground itself, rising up around her bed. The shadows seemed solid, and she fought with the urge to reach out and touch one, afraid if she did she would be sucked into some nightmare far more hellish than this. She watched as they seem to take shape, some mannish in form, others long, wide tentacles of darkness, and the third group seemed sharp, as though the edges of the blackness could cut her. She had no doubt that these were there for sinister purposes, and once more she felt a tremor of true fear.
With gentle hands, the Dapper Man pushed her down so she was laying back on her bed once more. Michaela felt a wave of relaxation flow through her, mixed with something else, something like desire. From where she lay she could see his face as he gripped the headboard on the bed, leaning over slightly to watch.
Michaela tensed, feeling four of the long tentacle shadows twist around her arms and legs, bringing her thighs apart and her arms above her head...
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Published February 28, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Horror.