(Parental advisory. Over 18s only please... even then, I’m a little embarrassed about writing this, but the words wanted releasing and it was a challenge for me, so hopefully I learnt something as a writer. All characters and events are fictional and any relationship to actual people is all in your head... :)

Andy walked into Linda’s bedroom with Jenna on his arm. Stunning, blonde, with luscious red lips and firm breasts, Jenna was dressed to kill. Short black skirt and a tight white blouse that was showing gaps between the buttons, so anybody who desired could peek through to her white lacy bra, barely holding her luscious tits. And everybody desired. She had chosen flat shoes for this visit as she was hoping to lose them quite soon.

Andy introduced her to Linda, whose eyes widened at the sight of this gorgeous temptress. She blushed as she felt her pussy respond.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” beamed Andy. “I’m sure Jenna will teach you how to relax. She is a great counsellor. I’ve set the camera up to follow your movements and record the session so you can go back and review it any time.” He closed the door softly behind him.

Jenna motioned Linda to sit on the bed and smiled at her. Linda smiled back. Captivated by this woman’s deep blue eyes.

“Now Linda. I know you are stressed by recent events, so I am going to help put them behind you. Just lie back and do as I say. I just need to loosen your blouse a little to make you comfortable.”

Two buttons. She only touched two buttons to open the blouse and expose the top of Linda’s tanned breasts. But Linda felt her pussy flood. Those fingers were inches away from her nipples and she wanted to grab them and plant them firmly on her tits. She had never touched a girl before. Like many women, she had wondered about kissing a woman. But now she wanted this stranger’s hands all over her!

Linda settled back.

“Now close your eyes. Picture yourself lying peacefully in bed at night. You are awake but your eyes are closed. Tell me what you feel.”

Linda blushed.

“I... well, erm..”

“Please, don’t hesitate. Be honest with me. It will help.”

She brushed her fingers lightly over Linda’s exposed shin as she spoke. Just a brief touch. But enough to make the younger woman moan and smile.

Linda licked her lips.

“Well. I guess in the dark in bed, but awake, I’m only doing one thing.”

“And what is that, Linda?”

Linda was emboldened by this woman’s soft firm voice.

“I’m touching myself, Jenna.”

“Good,” smiled Jenna. “Tell me where.”

“Well. My left hand is circling my nipple and gently pulling it. My right hand has touched down across my belly and is slowly pushing into my pussy.”

As Linda spoke, Jenna placed her hand on her knee and slowly moved up to the hem of Linda’s skirt. It was electric and gorgeous..

“It seems Linda, you have left the door open. I see a stranger watching you. Tell me about this,” whispered Jenna.

Normally, Linda would have pictured Andy entering her room and making love to her.

But today was different. She pictured Jenna and described the lady she saw. Jenna smiled.

“That’s good, Linda. Tell me what happens.”

“She moves towards my bed. The covers are round my waist and she leans forward to suck my nipple.

Jenna leant forward and placed her lips on Linda’s blouse, pushing firmly and sucking. The thin blouse and bra almost disappeared as they were soaked by Jenna’s mouth. Jenna’s own breasts brushed lightly against Linda , who gasped and pushed her hips up gently, as Jenna’s hand moved up to the soft, sensitive area of her inner thigh.

“What then, Linda?”

The whispering of her name almost made her orgasm.

“She kisses me.”

Jenna obliged by leaning forward and kissing her. Luscious red lips meeting in tender clashes. Linda could not hold back. Her tongue was hungry for Jenna’s mouth.

She moved a hand to the back of Jenna’s head and ran her fingers through her hair. Again her hips bucked, this time meeting Jenna’s soft fingers as they traced the line of her pussy lips through her wet panties, gently pushing in, through the soaking material.

All pretence evaporated as Jenna broke the kiss and ripped open Linda’s blouse before flipping her tits out of her bra cups and eagerly sucking each one as Linda forced her head down. Her right hand moved aside the panties and entered Linda’s pussy, circling inside and brushing her clit.

“God yes. God. Fuck yes!” Linda’s voice was husky and unrecognisable.

Jenna lifted her head and smiled before moving down the bed, removing her blouse as she did so and pulling Linda’s skirt off. Linda raised her hips and slipped her own knickers off so she could open her legs wider.

“Jenna made an audible Mmmm before moving her lips to Linda’s wet pussy. Mini-orgasms exploded in every nerve as lips touched and Jenna’s expert tongue brushed Linda’s clit. Her two fingers slipped into the quivering pussy as the third gently touched Linda’s ass hole.

The younger woman gasped and groaned.

“Oh God, Yes. That’s so good, Jenna. My God!”

Jenna’s third finger exerted a little more pressure.

″ Oh God. Oh what are you doing!” It wasn’t an objection from Linda, but an expression of lust

Jenna sucked her clit hard.

This sent her wild and she lost control screaming and swearing as she thrashed around the bed, begging for more and less at the same time. Eventually she was momentarily spent. Jenna’s cum soaked mouth kissed her passionately as they melted into each other’s arms. It was the start of a beautiful night and a new awakening for Linda.

And a new beginning.

If you want to know more, you can use your imagination.

Or find the video, which is now uploaded onto your favourite porn site.

Enjoy x

Ps - don’t try this at home.

This is unbelievable, and I never would have believed it if I hadn’t been a part of this. Just fair warning.

A family friend owns a vacation house in the middle of the woods. I’ve stayed there three or four times before, and I’ve always felt there was something off about the house. I feel like it is the kind of house where there would be a treasure hidden inside, and I’ve looked, but never was able to find anything.

I stay in a bedroom in the basement with floor to ceiling windows and three beds. Last summer, we were staying with the family who owns the house and the owner casually asked, in passing, if we had any weird dreams in that room.

I said no, but my brother mentioned that the last time we had stayed there, he thought he had seen a woman’s face in the reflection of a lamp near his bed. I remember dismissing him and saying he was crazy, just to go to bed.

The owner raised her eyebrows. “Well,” she said, “I wasn’t going to say anything, but I think that room is haunted.”

My brother and I exchanged a look and asked her to explain.

She started with the background of the house. It was built by a multimillionaire textile designer named Eve. Eve was in her sixties and had married a man named Jim, who was eighty or so.

Now Jim had a thing for marrying rich women who mysteriously died soon after..... and Eve was his fifth wife or so. Shortly after they married, they built this house together, and then she died. Jim sold the house, and everything in it, to my friend.

Eve was somewhat of a wordly woman, with strong opinions. She traveled the world and collected many things, many of which ended up in the house, and is still in the house today.

The owner of the house says she frequently talks to Eve, as she believes that she is still in the house. And she has good reason to.

Multiple people have stayed in the room, never talking to each other, but almost all have reported smelling a woman’s musty perfume during the night. One man claimed to have felt the presence of a woman standing over him in the middle of the night, and ran upstairs, screaming. Another said the scent of perfume was always lingering in the room every night. The owners never told any of the people their suspicions, though.

Eve also liked to mess things up. She had woven baskets from different countries up high places, and the new owner put some of her own cheap baskets up with them. Eve apparently did not like this, as she was somewhat of a worldly snob, and the owner would often return to the empty house to find that the cheap baskets had been knocked down onto the ground, and Eve’s baskets were left untouched.

Eve also left behind things. One day, the owner was alone and getting ready for company to come stay in the house. When she couldn’t find any sheets for the bed, she exclaimed aloud in frustration, “Eve, I don’t suppose you have any twin sized light brown duvet covers, do you?”

The next cabinet she opened, which she had opened a million times before that day, had three packages of brand new, light brown, twin sized duvet covers.

Another day, she was working out of the house, alone again. She was looking for a pen, but couldn’t find one anywhere in the house. She asked Eve for a pen, opened a drawer, and found a brand new box of ballpoint pens.

There were many more things she listed, but those would take too much time. Right after she told us these stories, I thought it was just a strange coincidence, until I was looking for a book five minutes later. I decided to ask Eve for it, as a joke, and was shocked when the book was on a shelf right next to me when I turned around, a shelf that I had checked over ten times before.

Shocked, I didn’t think to mention it, thinking I was going crazy. But my mom was visiting with us; and she had seen the whole thing.

She mentioned that her brother, my uncle, has always been able to talk to the other side.

The owner of the house begged her to contact my uncle and find out if he could communicate with Eve, in order to find out if Eve was happy with their family being in the house. If not, they were thinking about selling the house, as it was getting to be too much work, but they had not told anyone this yet.

My mom texted my uncle and said simply, “What do you get if I tell you a woman’s name..... Eve?”

He wrote back a few minutes later, “Do you want to know about the house?”

(Mind you, my uncle had no idea where we were, nor anything about this house. Just Eve’s first name.)

We were screaming. It was late at night, and we were sitting in the living room with floor-to-ceiling windows.

My mom wrote back, Yes.

He wrote back, “Eve says she has been at the house for quite some time now. He also texted back shortly, “She says to be careful in the creek.”

This house is situated on a creek, probably twenty feet across; and many people play and fish in the creek. The owner said that Eve had been very nervous about her grandkids in the creek, according to Jim.

The conversation went on like this for a while, with my uncle giving more spot on information, such as the fact that Eve was a textile designer. He also mentioned a barn, and the house is made of reclaimed barn wood, each piece picked for perfection.

Eventually, we decided just to call him. My mom had the phone and was acting as a mediator, listening to what he was saying and reporting it back to us, in case he said something horrible. We didn’t know what he was going to say.

At one point, he drew an accurate picture of the front of the house, where he has never been before or even seen pictures. He said he could see it in his head.

He said he could see a horse and a duck-like creature. We looked up and realized that there were statues of horses and a swan sitting in the living room with us. They were there from Eve’s travels.

He also asked “Where’s the cat? Where did it go?” He was referring to a cat statue that used to sit on a table, facing the creek, but Jim took it with him. We told him this and he asked which way it faced: towards the water?

He kept repeating two numbers over and over, which we realized were the date of the owners daughters wedding, which happened right by the house.

Eve had gone to Paris and seen a door on a bakery she liked, so she bought it and put it as the pantry door. It had a pig on it.

My uncle asked if there was an element from the French countryside, then said, .....“a pig?”

(I told my friends this story in a public place, and as soon as I said the word pig, the lights went out. They came back on, but about ten minutes later, I said it again, and they went out again, and stayed like that for about twenty minutes.)

The most memorable part of this was when my mom gasped and suddenly started crying. We asked what was wrong and she said, “She said you can’t sell the house or her memory will be forgotten. You have to keep the house.” No one knew but them that they were thinking of selling it.

My uncle also kept saying that the house held secrets, and that we hadn’t even scratched the surface of all the discoveries. He kept talking about all the things to discover. He mentioned an attic: the house doesnt have an attic that we know of. However; we later discovered blueprints that had the words ”secret attic” on them. We also found a trapdoor in a small room under the stairs, but it was empty. No one knew it was there, however.

He said many more things (I think the tally was up to thirty three) but a lot of them would be hard to explain without you seeing them.

By the time we got to bed, it was past midnight, and we were reluctant to return to the room where it had all started. However, nothing major happened for the rest of the trip, but believe me or not, I know I will NEVER forget this.

i vow

that the next time i gaze into the mirror

i will not avert my eyes

i will examine every flaw

every blemish

every imperfection

and i will remember

the path i took to get here

for the scars

both inside and out

they show my struggles

they are a road map to my destination

and they shall not be forgotten

for they show where i went wrong

and i refuse to struggle again

so i vow

that when i see myself

complete with all my flaws

i will stare back

and smile

for this is my body

and this is who i am

and i cannot change that

will not change that

for anyone