Dial 'S' For Sex

A country apart but that didn't matter. His voice down the phone line was so soothing and sweet, his words dripping with that heavenly accent. 

The sexual tension between them was intense. What started out as harmless flirting was rapidly becoming something much darker and fuelled by desire. A phone call here and there to discuss work eventually evolved into those conversations that started with “What are you wearing?” 

Rebecca chewed her nail. It was nine o'clock her time. He was online because he was corresponding with her. All work related of course. “Jeez, Bill is a royal prick,” he said. Rebecca held back a giggle. True, Bill was a prick, but he was also her supervisor. She began to type back when her phone began to buzz. His name flashed on the screen and she got an all to familiar feeling between her thighs.

“Hello,” she said breathlessly. Did that husky voice really come from her?

“Why hello there yourself,” came his voice. She felt her cheeks grow warm, the heat in her face rivalling that of the heat between her thighs.

The conversation started innocently enough. He raved on about Bill and how much of a total asshole he was. Then things turned highly sexual when stopped mid-sentence with “You know, I didn't call you to discuss Bill and that great big stick up his ass.”

“So then, why did you call me?”

“I called because I wanted to hear your voice and to tell you I'm thinking about you bent over my desk in a naughty school girl outfit with that short tartan skirt riding up so I can see your white lacy panties.”

“Have I been a bad girl?” she teased, biting her lip, her hand lightly caressing her breasts through her Snoopy pyjamas.

“You're always bad,” he responded with a laugh. “But that's OK, I know how to tame bad girls.” He cleared his throat. She loved it when he took charge of their conversations, telling her exactly what he would do to her if she were standing in front of him.

“Yes, I can just see it now. That white blouse clinging to your large, firm breasts. Your nipples erect as the fabric caresses them. That short skirt that could rival a belt with lace white panties. You come into my office, all innocent and sweet, asking for an extension on your homework because of some family function that was completely unavoidable. 

“You seductively walk over to me, telling me you'll do anything. I pull you down on my lap. You can feel my erection pressed against your ass. You wiggle a little, teasing me, begging me to take control. And so I do by pushing you over my desk, lifting that little skirt and ripping your panties down your creamy white thighs.”

He paused. Rebecca nearly died in anticipation. “Oh please don't stop, Sean. Please,” she begged, her hand lingering on the outside of her pyjama shorts. She heard him chuckle faintly. “Sorry, my dear, I was busy unzipping my pants and pulling out my throbbing cock. I'd give anything to have your mouth wrapped around it, those enchanting eyes of yours looking up at me, my hand gripping that blonde hair.”

“And here I thought you wanted me bent over your desk,” she teased, awkwardly sliding down her shorts with one hand.

“Oh believe me that's a fantasy,” Sean said. “But as for right now, I can just picture you, sitting at your desk, probably in those Snoopy pjs of yours, running you hand across your breasts, tweaking the nipples until they're hard like diamonds. You leave your breasts before running your hand against the plain of your belly until you reach between your thighs. Slide a single finger into yourself, Becca. Imagine that it's mine.”

Rebecca was already doing that. Her breath quickened as she closed her eyes. “Good girl. Now slide another one in. Fuck yourself.” Rebecca obliged inserting another finger into her moist flesh. She let out a whimper of protest as Sean told her to stop. He laughed as she withdrew her fingers, knowing full well that she would do anything he suggested.

“I want you to tweak your nipples for me,” he said. Rebecca did as she was told. Her nipples were already standing to attention. She told him so. She could almost picture him smiling on the other end of the phone. “Good. Wet your finger and then rub it around your nipple,” he instructed. Rebecca obeyed sucking on her index finger before rubbing her right nipple with it. “Now do the other one, exactly the same way,” came Sean's instructions.

Sean continued to guide her, bringing her ever so close to an orgasm, just not letting her get there. Rebecca was getting frustrated. She had tweaked her nipples to the point that they had began to hurt, she had fingered herself to the point of exhaustion and still she wasn't allowed to come. 

She was one step off getting her vibrator when the voice down the other end of the phone told her to lightly trace a finger down either side of clitoris without touching the delicate bud. Rebecca licked her fingers and followed Sean's instructions. 

Rebecca let out a low moan of approval. That moan got louder when a finger was added to her pulsing flesh.

Freaking out, Rebecca opened her eyes to see Sean standing over her, his weight holding her down in her chair. “Surprise,” he said, taking her phone from her hand and ending the call.

“Sean?” Rebecca was stunned. How long had he been standing there and more importantly, how the freaking hell didn't she hear him?

He traced his finger over her clitoris, sending tiny spasms coursing through her body. Her body twitched. He held her in place, his body leaning on hers, pinning her down in her leather desk chair. He roughly shoved a finger inside her and was delighted by how wet she was. He added a second finger, his teeth nipping at her neck, his free hand stroking his erect member.

“Come for me, Becca,” he said soothingly, nipping at her ear lobe. 

Finally. Rebecca threw back her head, her honey blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall, letting out a throaty cry as her orgasm washed over her with such power she had never before experienced.

She opened her eyes. Everything seemed glassy. She blinked, her body trembling with delight, the odd spasm still coursing throughout. Every inch of her was alive and tingling, every nerve pulsing. She was tired but satisfied and, oddly, hungry for more.

Glancing up at Sean, she smiled.

“You should come visit more often,” she teased.

To be continued...

All I Need

A smile from you is all I need
To get me through today
Then the thoughts of harm and doubt
Simply go away

A hug from you is all I need
When things are looking blue
Wrap your arms around me
Come on, you know what to do

A kiss from you is all I need
When the clouds are rolling in
A lingering one on my lips
Or dusting them along my skin

In any event you are my stars
You are all I need
You are the moon and sun aligned
You are the air I breathe

You are everything that I will ever need
You are everything I could ever want
You are the reason my world revolves
Please don't let it stop

And as I sit here
Alone in my room
I begin to think
About all the times we've been through

A smile creeps to my face
My heart begins to dance
I want to say "Thank you"
For taking a chance

A simple smile is all I need
An embrace is all I need from you
A kiss is all I need
Because no one else will do

The Dream

James was a typical seventeen year old boy. He loved hanging out with his friends and was more interested in the opposite sex then school. He loved video games and he played football for the school.

But James held a secret. Every night he had the worst reoccurring nightmare.

It always started the same way with him pulling open the doors to an old castle in the middle of the night while the full moon cast eerie shadows all around him. The doors would creak and groan with each movement. James would look around the grand hall. The armoured statutes standing guard looked more menacing then they actually were.

He would take a few tentative steps inside and wait with baited breath as the door slammed shut. The iron castings on the walls held orange candles, their flames flickering, adding to the disconcerting feel of the whole castle.

James walked down the hall, his paranoia overwhelming him as his senses grew sharper. He knew from past dreams that there was something lurking in the shadows outside the castle, waiting for him, watching him with glowing amber eyes and a sinister smirk.

Reaching the grand staircase, James hesitated before deciding to ascend them. His hand gripped the mahogany wood railing, his knuckles turning white.

He reached the landing and turned left. He wasn't sure why, but his intuition always told him to turn left. And so he did, sticking to the shadows, keeping an eye open for anything that goes bump in the night.

A banging noises catches his attention and he turns. A single window is open, its shutter banging with the breeze. Blood red drapes, filled with moth-eaten holes, frame it, adding to the intensity that is the castle. Out the window James could see a single horse drawn carriage. The horse was as black as the night sky, its eyes redder then the fires of hell and damnation itself.

There was a man too. He was seated, his long dark figure hidden by a sudden wisp of mist. James squinted. He could see the man's eyes. Yellow like the sun, but there was no hint of warmth about him. James felt his breath quicken as he looked at the coach itself. Black wood, a classic choice for the era and a single green lantern lighting the way. Inside the coach, though partially hidden by the mist was a coffin.

James gulped, his eyes locked on the coffin. He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, he would be back, safely tucked away in his bed in the middle of the twenty-first century.

He screamed as he opened them. The coachman was now hovering outside the window, his crooked and yellowing teeth showing as an eerie smile was etched on his face. He removed his black top hat, still grinning. James could feel the heat of his breath on his cheek as he turned away from the grotesque site.

"Room for one more," the coachman said with a maniacal laugh.

* * * * *

"That doesn't sound so scary," said James' mother when he told her about it.

"You weren't the one dreaming it over and over again so of course you don't find it scary," James mumbled. His mother didn't hear him and instead ushered him outside. "Go play with your little friends," she told him, slamming the door behind him.

James walked down the road to Kristian's house. Kristian was his best friend and knew exactly how to make him feel better. Sure enough, Kristian had a bright idea. "Let's go to Horror World," he suggested, holding up a set of car keys. "I'm driving!"

Horror World. All rides were designed to scare, but after another sleepless night, James wasn't too sure that he wanted to go. Kristian had talked him into it, even going so far as to promise to pay the parks entrance fee for him. Reluctantly, James agreed.

Once they had parked the car and had gotten through the gates, James seemed to loosen up. They had enjoyed the Freddy's Nightmares roller coaster, the Voorhees Launch, which was a giant machete that shot them straight up into the air at 60 miles per hour. They had even braved the Haddonfield Farm Ride which saw Michael Myers slaughter unsuspecting teens, then make a dash for the ride patrons.

After they had eaten, it was time to tackle the ultimate ride; The Puzzle Box. No one really knew what it was about, but The Puzzle Box was the ride that once you had been on it, your life would change forever. Of course the line was epic, but Kristian and James waited patiently.

James took in the sights around him. The park was well decorated with hanging corpses from trees, body parts lining the side walk and masses amounts of blood spewing forth from large pipes. It was a massacre.

"Alright!"

James turned back. He and Kristian were at the front of the line. The ride attendant signalled to them both. James took a step when something stopped him cold. Out the corner of his eye he saw a carriage. It was surrounded by mist created from the many fog machines lined up around the park.

James felt his heart rate quicken. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his hands shook. He looked at Kristian before returning a glance at the carriage again. Inside the black wooden coach was a coffin.

The ride attendant was clearly getting impatient. "Come on, man, in or out? I don't have all day. There's room for one more."

James' blood ran cold like ice. "W-what did you say?" he asked, stammering, his hands clammy. The ride attendant heaved a sigh. "I said there's room for one more," he repeated, speaking slowly as though James was dumb.

Shaking his head, James backed away from the entrance to The Puzzle Box. Kristian called out to him but James turned on his heel and ran.

He hadn't gotten very far when there was a loud explosion, the screaming of passengers drowned out by the twisting of metal. Bright orange and red flames licked the sky that was blackened by smoke. Bodies flew in all directions, some whole, others in pieces. It was horrific.

Tears sprung to James' eyes as he saw the mangled body of his friend, Kristian, lying on the path, bloodied to the point of being unrecognisable.

He dropped to his knees, wailing, as in the distance, police sirens were heard.

* * * * *

James had his fifteen minutes of fame after that. He was affectionately known by the media as 'The man who wouldn't ride the doomed ride.' He had a press conference and his photo in the paper, but his heart wasn't in it. The upside was, the nightmares had ended.

Was it a premonition? If he hadn't have seen that carriage, would he have died too?

A month went by and pretty soon people forgot about the freakish accident that claimed the lives of 25 people. James' life returned to normal. He began college, even began dating a gorgeous young transfer student from Australia. Even the nightmares returned.

Not the same one, mind you. This one was worse. It started the same. James appeared in the castle, walked down the hall, up the stairs, but this time he went right. At the end of the landing was a door. James placed his shaking hand on the door knob and pulled it open.

The bodies of all those people who died on The Puzzle Box were walking towards him. Their bodies horribly mangled by the weight of the coaster collapsing on them. Kristian was there too. His jaw unhinged, hanging as his tongue was wagging. He walked with a limp and James was horrified to see that Kristian's leg had been severed below the knee and was hanging on by a single tendon.

"Why?" Kristian's corpse said, as it dragged itself towards James, its hands outstretched. James coward against the door, shaking his head back and forth. His breathing became ragged as Kristian got closer to him.

Kristian's bloody hand grabbed James' shirt, pulling him into the darkened room with the other victims of the crash. The foul stretch of death clung to the air and James found himself gagging as Kristian pulled him in closer, their faces just inches apart. "Why didn't you warn me?" Kristian said, his voice raspy, his throat slit. "Why didn't you save our lives?"

Across the campus, late a night, James' blood-curdling scream could be heard. The smell of death wofted down the dorm hallway but his body has never been found.



Short Story - Intruder

Hey there guys and gals its James from the UK here with a little treat for you all, my very first short story on Rei's blog. i hope you all enjoy it and please feel free to post your comments, I would love to get your feedback. 


INTRUDER

Amber ever so slowly slid the kitchen knife out of its wooden block and held it so tightly that she could almost feel the blood rushing through her veins. Heart pumping frantically, she slowly made her way across the kitchen, bare foot, attempting to stick to the shadows despite the crisp white moonlight seemingly shining brighter than it ever had through the patio doors. Tonight was the night her life was on the line and her house was no longer a home but a prison, with the key to her life in someone else’s hands.

She knew that each movement she made would have to be stealth-like and even the slightest of sounds would draw unwanted attention and certain peril. Escape seemed an almost impossible feat, with all doors locked earlier in the night and keys spread around the house, hidden in case of any unwanted presence entering. Her only escape would be through the door in which he entered.

Every corner of the house she approached drew a harsh breath of air from her as at any point an unexpected evil could be ready to pounce upon her. What would happen to her if she was caught? Ideas of rape, torture and suffering suddenly entered her mind, pushing all positive thoughts out as if they never existed. Her heartbeat pounded even faster and she felt her whole body trembling at the thought of what he could do to her.

Instead of letting fear take her over, Amber was determined to use that dread to spur her on to exit her suffocating prison. Eliminating all fear from her mind, she soon reached her salvation. There it was glimmering in the moonlight as if a sign from God, the front door stood slightly ajar ready for her to reach freedom.

Carefully caressing the floor with her bare feet she surveyed the foot of the stairs before reaching out for the door. Grabbing the cold handle she slowly began to open the door, praying that a sudden unsuspecting creak wouldn’t draw attention to her. Listening half for any movement upstairs and half for sounds from the door she sensed escape and finally slipped out of the door undetected to the cold winter’s evening.

The cool white snow melted between her toes as her heavy breath appeared in the air of the night. Still aware of the threat she tip-toed through the crunchy snow particles towards the street she had lived down for so many years. Deserted.

At 9.00pm she expected at least someone to be around to save her but no-one came. Sifting through the blank thoughts in her mind she knew not what to do. With no phone and an empty street danger was still at its peak and her only option was to head as far away from the house as possible and get help.

With that thought she turned once more to the house to get a glimpse of her once serene home only for her eyes to meet a dark figure standing in her doorway. He had found her.

Her heart began to pound so hard she felt it was about to burst. Her only option was to run and scream for help.

‘Help! Someone please help me!’ Her screams echoed down the street as she ran through the settled snow attempting to gather help. Nobody in sight.

She turned back to grab the location of him but the dark figure had disappeared as if he were a ghost. Slowing her pace yet remaining extremely aware she slowed her breathing and composed herself. Where had he gone? Was she imagining this? For a brief moment she questioned her mind and even contemplated return to her home.

Quashing those suggestions she decided to head for the next street where she was sure someone would be around to aid her. After all it was the busiest road in the neighbourhood so surely a man walking his dog or a random late worker would be arriving home.

Wrong. She reached the street to a deathly silence. Only the sound of her footsteps crunching in the snow echoed in her mind. Panic overcame her. She was in a living nightmare with no help and a ghost haunting her.

Looking down at her feet she stood trembling in the freezing temperature and took a harsh deep breath. Towering over her a black figure grabbed her helpless body and pushed her to the ground. With little time to react she felt her limbs freeze with the ground that she lay upon. Realising this was to be the last moments of her life Amber closed her eyes and tightened up her body, preparing for an impending blow from a knife.

Opening her eyes she suddenly found herself strapped to a bed with bright lights and walls, as white as the snow she had been trudging across, facing her. With her mind doing back flips she had no memory of how she got there. ‘Help Me!’ she screamed, thinking that the black figure had drugged her and she was only coming round.

With a door opening to the room two doctors entered to the fray and begun whispering amongst themselves. ‘Get me out of this place! Fucking let me go!’ Her tone even more desperate as she screamed.

‘Amber.’ One of the doctors said, attempting to restore calm. ‘You’ve had another one of your episodes. This is your second one today. You must let these thoughts out of your mind, you killed Matthew, he’s dead.’

‘She can’t be saved can she?’ asked the other doctor with a tone of certainty. ‘No, she’s mentally blocking the whole event out of her mind and turning it around. Her nightmares are showing Matthew as the killer when in reality it was her. It appears she will never be rid of this recurring nightmare, it’s like her sentence for the crime she committed. Amber will forever have this nightmare for as long as she lives....’

And with that the doctor pulled out a syringe from his jacket pocket containing a sedative, grabbed the struggling Amber’s arm and unleashed the liquid into her veins. Amber began to fall into yet another deep sleep and the nightmare was set to begin again...

The Twisted Tale Of Little Red Riding Hood

It looms before me
Watching my every move
Hunting me
Stalking me wherever I turn

I can feel its breath
On the back of my neck
Its drool
Burns the tenderness of my skin

Its jaws are open wide
Showing off its teeth
Its foul breath
Fills my nostrils with a sense of dread

I can see its body
Covered in thick fur
Larger than life
Bigger than first imagined

I call for help
My voice is weak
No louder than a mouse
It's barely a squeak

I clear my throat
And try again
Yelling louder this time
Praying someone hears

Someone does
They pound on the door
Calling out
Begging me to answer

I turned my head
As the monster leans in
It sniffs me
And I cower and cringe

I let out a scream
As it licks my cheek
Tasting the salty texture
Of my tender skin

That's when I turn to look
Facing my fears
I open my mouth
But nothing comes out

Its paw holds my throat
Its claws sharp
It begins to snarl
Its lip curls up

"My, what big eyes you have"
It says with a smirk
"Don't worry, my dear,
There's nothing to fear
But for what it's worth
Grandma says that woodsman's a jerk."

It smiles
Its teeth gleam in the light
I let out a scream
As I feel its fangs bite

Now I wander the woods
Somewhere between death and life
Warning all those
Of a creature that stalks the night

My cape is torn
My dress is ripped
I am doomed
To wander forever

And every now and then
I can do nothing but gulp
As I hear its laughter
The laughter of the Big Bad Wolf