The Erotic Haunting of Miriam
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,922
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 7
The days had been getting longer and hotter as the year wore into summer. Miriam had almost forgotten what summer in the south was like. The suffocating heat, the warm moist air hitting you as soon as you opened your door. And pity the poor souls who went without AC.
Miriam had stepped out onto the deep shade of the wrap around porch this evening hoping for a breath of fresh air, the smell of paints was beginning to make her head swim. Lying down in the hammock, the warm night had made her drowsy and she had quickly fallen asleep. Now Miriam tossed fretfully in the hammock, the heat of the day still lingering into the deep night. A line of sweat was beaded on her forehead, plastering her red curls to her neck. Dave hovered near by; how foolish it was of her to fall asleep out here in the heat, he thought. She shifted again, one graceful arm stretch out and her mass of curls spilling over the side of the hammock, exposing her slender neck to the slight breeze.
Dave watched entranced at the sight of her, his mind wondering back over the last time he was near her in her sleep. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was to touch her, if the same would happen again? Would he be transported into her dream again? Would he be able to touch her again, feel her delicious weight in his arms again?
He drew closer, his mind in turmoil. Part of him wanted it again, more than anything else, wanted to feel with human hands and human senses. The other part of him, the age old teaching that was instilled in him, believed it was wrong to impose himself like that on a lady. Dave didn’t want his presence upsetting her, even in her dreams. But his vision was drawn once more the sight of her, so lovely in the moonlight, her neck so frail looking, and her glorious hair so tempting to the touch. His corporal hand hovered over her hair, and he longed for the chance to touch it again. It was so soft and yet the springy curls felt as if it had a life of its own. He could still recall the feel of those silk like curls on his lips. He could see a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, it really was to hot to be out, he drew his hand down near her neck and over her shoulders, not close enough to touch her, but close enough to feel the outline of her shape, the curve of her arms and the outline of a breast beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.
Miriam shivered at his nearness; her unconscious self sensing his proximity. She felt his touch in her sleep. His hand traveled further down her body, she felt the heat of day begin to leave her and a blessed coolness move down her body as if a cool silk sheet was being lowered over her. A soft sigh escaped her lips, delighting in the unexpected relief from the heat. With her conscious mind buried still deeply in sleep, her inhibition relaxed, her dream self saw no reason to protest the feel of fingers skimming lightly along her arms.
It had been nearly a year since she left Greg, and while she did not miss his over bearing ways, her body missed the strong sure touch of a man. No, there seemed no reason at all to protest these firm, masculine hands. Her body reveled in his touch, a moan escaped her lips, as the hands grew bolder, stroking her thighs and trailing up over her stomach.
Dave paused a minute, his hands poised above her breast, hesitating. It felt so wrong to be touching her like this, without her being aware of it. He should stop it now, not let it go any further. But a small whimper came from Miriam, and he heard her mummer, “Don’t stop.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly he moved his hands closer, gliding near her breast just close enough to make out the womanly shape, sensing the fine nipples tighten and pucker at the drop in temperature. She arched her back, wanting more, and Dave felt a strong tugging sensation at his ghostly limbs. Her dream self was pulling him in again. He didn’t have the heart to resist, and gave himself over to her.
It was like the last time, but slower, since her emotions were not so frantic this time. The deep fog was the same, and as it cleared he felt his limbs harden and his sense came alive with the feel of Miriam stretched out beneath him. He gloried in the feel of her pressed to him, the feminine curves of her body pressed into the solid planes of his. He felt her arms along his, her hands resting on his shoulders, and legslegs entangled with his. Her eyes were half-mast and a decadent smile played coyly on her lips. He could resist no further, and he lowered his mouth to hers.
She could taste the hunger in his lips, and responded instinctively to it. She kissed him back, plundering his mouth and relished in his touch. Those strong hands where now attached to a hard unyielding body, and she arched herself along him, wanting more, urging him on with a deep rooted need to feel his skin against her, his calloused hands on her breast.
Her hands delved beneath his coat and tugged at his shirt tucked into the waist of his pants, her hands delighting in the feel of his muscular body. Miriam pulled more franticly at his coat and he obliged her and eased out of it, along with shirt.
Dave hands roamed along her sides, molding her to his body; while his lips traced the curve of her chin, and slip along her neck, his tongue pressing against the pulse at the base of her neck. How gloriously alive she was, enough to drive a spirit mad.
Her hands moved up along his back, and tangled in his hair urging his lips lower. His mouth captured a dusky pink nipple, and she moaned in pleasure. It had been too long since she felt a man’s lips on her body, felt his driving hunger. And to Dave it was the closest thing to Heaven that he had experienced in the last 140 years of his ghostly existence.
The rough feel of stubble against her soft skin was driving her need deeper. The calloused hand stroking her to new heights of desire. But there was something not quite right about all of this, something different in the shape of his hands. The scrape of stubble jogged a memory lose from her sub conscious. Greg never came to bed with stubble; and his hands where never so calloused, quite the opposite in fact. This dream lover could not be Greg. Her eyes flew open in alarm, and seeing the deep brown of a stranger’s eyes looking back into hers. Dave felt her stiffen, could sense her alarm. He could feel her slipping away and feel his limbs dissolve back into their corporal form once more. With a sigh he knew she was waking up, and hearing a deafening rush of sound he found himself once more outside of her, peering into her wide emerald eyes that were still darken with passion, but not able to see him.
Miriam had stepped out onto the deep shade of the wrap around porch this evening hoping for a breath of fresh air, the smell of paints was beginning to make her head swim. Lying down in the hammock, the warm night had made her drowsy and she had quickly fallen asleep. Now Miriam tossed fretfully in the hammock, the heat of the day still lingering into the deep night. A line of sweat was beaded on her forehead, plastering her red curls to her neck. Dave hovered near by; how foolish it was of her to fall asleep out here in the heat, he thought. She shifted again, one graceful arm stretch out and her mass of curls spilling over the side of the hammock, exposing her slender neck to the slight breeze.
Dave watched entranced at the sight of her, his mind wondering back over the last time he was near her in her sleep. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was to touch her, if the same would happen again? Would he be transported into her dream again? Would he be able to touch her again, feel her delicious weight in his arms again?
He drew closer, his mind in turmoil. Part of him wanted it again, more than anything else, wanted to feel with human hands and human senses. The other part of him, the age old teaching that was instilled in him, believed it was wrong to impose himself like that on a lady. Dave didn’t want his presence upsetting her, even in her dreams. But his vision was drawn once more the sight of her, so lovely in the moonlight, her neck so frail looking, and her glorious hair so tempting to the touch. His corporal hand hovered over her hair, and he longed for the chance to touch it again. It was so soft and yet the springy curls felt as if it had a life of its own. He could still recall the feel of those silk like curls on his lips. He could see a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, it really was to hot to be out, he drew his hand down near her neck and over her shoulders, not close enough to touch her, but close enough to feel the outline of her shape, the curve of her arms and the outline of a breast beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.
Miriam shivered at his nearness; her unconscious self sensing his proximity. She felt his touch in her sleep. His hand traveled further down her body, she felt the heat of day begin to leave her and a blessed coolness move down her body as if a cool silk sheet was being lowered over her. A soft sigh escaped her lips, delighting in the unexpected relief from the heat. With her conscious mind buried still deeply in sleep, her inhibition relaxed, her dream self saw no reason to protest the feel of fingers skimming lightly along her arms.
It had been nearly a year since she left Greg, and while she did not miss his over bearing ways, her body missed the strong sure touch of a man. No, there seemed no reason at all to protest these firm, masculine hands. Her body reveled in his touch, a moan escaped her lips, as the hands grew bolder, stroking her thighs and trailing up over her stomach.
Dave paused a minute, his hands poised above her breast, hesitating. It felt so wrong to be touching her like this, without her being aware of it. He should stop it now, not let it go any further. But a small whimper came from Miriam, and he heard her mummer, “Don’t stop.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly he moved his hands closer, gliding near her breast just close enough to make out the womanly shape, sensing the fine nipples tighten and pucker at the drop in temperature. She arched her back, wanting more, and Dave felt a strong tugging sensation at his ghostly limbs. Her dream self was pulling him in again. He didn’t have the heart to resist, and gave himself over to her.
It was like the last time, but slower, since her emotions were not so frantic this time. The deep fog was the same, and as it cleared he felt his limbs harden and his sense came alive with the feel of Miriam stretched out beneath him. He gloried in the feel of her pressed to him, the feminine curves of her body pressed into the solid planes of his. He felt her arms along his, her hands resting on his shoulders, and legslegs entangled with his. Her eyes were half-mast and a decadent smile played coyly on her lips. He could resist no further, and he lowered his mouth to hers.
She could taste the hunger in his lips, and responded instinctively to it. She kissed him back, plundering his mouth and relished in his touch. Those strong hands where now attached to a hard unyielding body, and she arched herself along him, wanting more, urging him on with a deep rooted need to feel his skin against her, his calloused hands on her breast.
Her hands delved beneath his coat and tugged at his shirt tucked into the waist of his pants, her hands delighting in the feel of his muscular body. Miriam pulled more franticly at his coat and he obliged her and eased out of it, along with shirt.
Dave hands roamed along her sides, molding her to his body; while his lips traced the curve of her chin, and slip along her neck, his tongue pressing against the pulse at the base of her neck. How gloriously alive she was, enough to drive a spirit mad.
Her hands moved up along his back, and tangled in his hair urging his lips lower. His mouth captured a dusky pink nipple, and she moaned in pleasure. It had been too long since she felt a man’s lips on her body, felt his driving hunger. And to Dave it was the closest thing to Heaven that he had experienced in the last 140 years of his ghostly existence.
The rough feel of stubble against her soft skin was driving her need deeper. The calloused hand stroking her to new heights of desire. But there was something not quite right about all of this, something different in the shape of his hands. The scrape of stubble jogged a memory lose from her sub conscious. Greg never came to bed with stubble; and his hands where never so calloused, quite the opposite in fact. This dream lover could not be Greg. Her eyes flew open in alarm, and seeing the deep brown of a stranger’s eyes looking back into hers. Dave felt her stiffen, could sense her alarm. He could feel her slipping away and feel his limbs dissolve back into their corporal form once more. With a sigh he knew she was waking up, and hearing a deafening rush of sound he found himself once more outside of her, peering into her wide emerald eyes that were still darken with passion, but not able to see him.