Warehouse Ghosts Part 1
Date: 5/21/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Coercion, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Group Sex, Mind Control, Monster, Toys, Written by women, Author: megaraw28, Source: sexstories.com
So, this is my first try at an erotic work. Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! “A little to the left… yeah, perfect.” I smiled up at the mover, taking in his muscly arms and well toned physique. He shot me a flirtatious smile as he moved away from the couch and I tried to conceal my blush. How long had I been boy-deprived? Taking in his partner, equally large in size I re-phrased my thoughts. How long had I been man-deprived? “So, that’s everything.” I nodded at him before thanking them both. As they exited the apartment, pockets slightly heavier, I took in the view. It was a studio apartment, no walls or doors, and with light streaming through the large windows. It’d once been a warehouse, but despite the architecture abnormalities and open space design, I was excited to call it home. Staring around at all the boxes though, I knew it’d be a while before it started to feel like home. Xxx “So… any ghosts yet?” I rolled my eyes at Abby’s superstition, adjusting my phone. “There’s no such things as ghost.” I glanced at the flat, hardwood floors, old brick walls, a large metal kitchen counter, and no ghosts in sight. Unpacking had gone exceptionally well and all that remained was the bedroom. “Oh please, you haven’t even spent a single night there. Just wait until it gets dark, I mean, that’s when the ghosts come out and play.” I laughed now, though for a moment I was sort of nervous. The warehouse complex had once been implicated in some sort of ... sex-smuggling ring before a police raid took it down killing many of the ring leaders behind the operation. If there were ghosts here, they certainly wouldn’t be the friendly kind. “More like the ghosts come out to rape,” as if by some ironic luck, I’d ended up unpacking my ‘special’ box at that moment. I wanted to laugh as I talked to conservative Abby on the phone, wondering what she’d think if she could see my little treasure box. There wasn’t much to the collection, two small finger vibrators, a glass dildo about 7”, and a 9” black silicone monster I’d purchased on a whim but had always been too terrified to try. It had a suction cup on the bottom and I almost flinched thinking about how it’d tear my 5’2 frame in half. “You know I’ve heard stories like that, about perverted ghosts. You never know.” I rolled my eyes again, finally done talking to her. I placed my toys in my underwear drawer before bidding her good night. It was only about 7 o’clock, but all this unpacking had worn me out. As I undressed to enter the open tub, for a moment I felt like there were eyes on me. With the apartment taking on an orangey haze as the sun set, I realized talking about ghosts when It was my first time living alone might not have been such a good idea. The hot water felt good on my skin, washing off the grime and dust of moving. As I wrapped a towel around me, that same feeling of being watched struck again. The apartment was too open for anyone to be hiding, and yet I still felt the urge to ...