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Nocturnal Visitor
By Anonymous
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It was one of those hellish August weeks, heat rising
from the asphalt like the devil's fires, too hot and
sticky for breathing, let alone doing anything
physical. I found redemption in the swimming pool at
noontime. (not rated)
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Intoxicated by chlorine, I slid into water that seemed
cleaner than anything I'd touched all day, even though
my logical brain knew the ramifications of the
children's swim hour that had preceded me. Back on
land, back on the asphalt, I was sticky and annoyed
again within moments. And in that mood, I slogged
though the afternoon and an evening meeting in an room
without air conditioning.
When I finally dragged myself home, the house was like
the earth's core, closed in and pulsing with its own
heat. I rushed, as much as any overcooked specimen can,
to slide open the windows and prop open the doors.
Please, God, let their be a breeze tonight, I thought,
too wilted to voice the words.
I stripped the blankets off the bed, leaving just the
sheets, and found my briefest nightgown. I'd no sooner
slid into bed, however, when I was up again, discarding
the nightie so I could feel the coolness of the percale
sheets against my skin.
I should've stuffed the sheets into the freezer for a
few moments, I thought idly, but that was way too much
work. Better to just lie here, motionless, watching the
full moon outside the window and pretending it was an
ice cube...
I was drifting on lunar ice floes when I heard a rustle
in the dry grass outside my bedroom window. The breeze?
Hallelujah! But no, not the breeze. Feet. A scrabbling
sound; feet, head, body silhouetted in the moonlight.
Startled, I caught my breath and held still. He came
through the window easily, moving with complete
confidence, bothered by neither the heat nor the
partial darkness. He came straight to me with a
boldness designed to intimidate his prey.
I must admit it thrilled me.
In an instant, he was on the bed, on me. He stretched
out full-length. As he pressed against me, the heat of
his body was intense; between us, the temperature rose
exponentially.
He leaned his face close to mine, nose to nose, mouth
to mouth, and looked at me with eyes that could see
into my soul. And as I reached out to stroke his head,
he started purring.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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