1. American Gothic


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Male/Female, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    of him, her long hair trailing over his body. He squirmed like a little kid. My God, everything on her feels good, he thought. He was heating up and just about to blow his top. He tried to warn her again but all he could manage was a gasp when her hot, wet tongue slither along the length of him. The effect was like a lightning strike: He sat straight up and cried out with nerves tingling. She really knows what she’s doing, he thought. Maybe a little too much, because Charles already felt his big finish coming on strong. If she didn’t slow it down… “Baby, wait,” he said. “We’ve waited long enough.” She was still stroking him. He gasped. “That’s not what I meant!” “Are you ready for me?” “Yes, but--” “Then here goes!” They almost managed it. Another second or two and they’d have been consummated with a capital C. As it stood (or didn’t) all they ended up with was a small mess and a moment of profound confusion for one of them. As soon as Charles regained his composure he blushed with shame. Devanie looked for all the world like she didn’t know what to do with herself. Charles flopped back against pillow and put his hand over his face. “Well hell,” he said. “How’s that for a big night?” Devanie slipped into his arms, surprising him a bit. “Doesn’t matter.” “The hell it doesn’t.” “Doesn’t matter to me, then. I think it’s kind of cute, actually.” “Oh, that makes me feel real damn better.” “You’ll have the rest of our lives to make it up to me. For now I’m just happy knowing ...
    you’re really mine.” She snuggled up to him, and his heart melted. “I am at that.” They talked for a bit longer. Devanie fell asleep first, though she was usually a night person, almost to the point of insomnia. Charles felt jumpy; all these noises in a strange house like this, to say nothing of the positively primeval things going on out in that swamp. He couldn’t imagine getting a wink of sleep in a place like this, but no sooner did he think it than his eyelids began to droop… He didn’t remember getting out of bed, but suddenly he was fully dressed (he even had his watch and loafers) and standing at the head of the stairs. It was still the middle of the night and the house should have been black as the ace of spades, but a curious light came from below. It was a green light, like marsh gas, noxious and unwholesome. Somewhere in the house, someone was singing. An old rocking chair at the end of the hall was shaking, as if someone had just stood up from it, and a shadow moved on the stairs, as if maybe one of the little cupids had turned its head. The hairs on the back of Charles' neck stood up. He looked back toward the bedroom and wondered if Devanie was still asleep. Something about all this just didn't feel right. But then he realized he was dreaming. Obviously that was why he didn't remember getting out of bed. As soon as he accepted this he cheered right up and sauntered downstairs, curious to see what his sleeping mind had in store for him. The green light came from the ...
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