Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Hide From Him (BBW Paranormal)

Lynne Hill feels like she's being watched in her apartment since receiving a small statue gift through her college's Secret Santa. Consulting a friend in the New Year, she's advised to play a simple game with the 'devil' haunting her. Deciding to try it and hide from him, Lynne will discover the game is anything but simple. The feeling of eyes on her body isn't just her self-conscious shame. 

He’s been waiting to play with Lynne.


This one has been a fun little project to work on alongside editing and formatting Goddess of Sands, hence having both of them out at just about the same time. I've been juggling chainsaws that concept a bit of late, infact I started editing Deity of the Desert I-III before I was done with Darkfallen: Taking Jacob, the quick hot series started for what I might make a consistently futa/dickgirl series. I'm not sure, I rarely settle or fix something down. It's at least going to be my demonic prison erotica series while the Daemonique plot ploughs along on longer, slower releases. That's the charm, too. I get to release some of the best of both worlds without getting in the way of the other, like with this!

Hide From Him is a paranormal, ghostly story that hits home with that feeling of being watched, or not being alone. Those incorporeal feelings that gnaw at the back of your mind, like the chill up your spine. What this story does is asks; what if it was real? Who's to say it isn't?

For Lynne Hill, a lovably soft, deliciously rounded and cuddly girl who doesn't think that highly of herself, it becomes more than real. Playing a simple, silly game of hide and seek to handle her seemingly irrational fear and effectively convincing herself it doesn't exist through autohypnosis, everything goes wrong. That feeling of being watched was a very real ghost, and as soon as it finds her - winning the game - it makes short work of enjoying her paralyzed and trapped body, as per rules she wasn't aware of.

By the end of the night, there's a nice undertone of worrying less about looks and just enjoying what comes, carried on an air of having no choice and being held down by a ghostly man who comes to resemble all her darkest fantasies. 

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Feeling his presence fade like a mist from around her, Lynne almost dove from the closet, her sudden bodily control proving just how firmly he’d been holding her as she slid a door aside and staggered out on wobbly legs, falling spectacularly on her face.


The soaked panties around her knees and gooey slick around her feet hadn’t helped at all. Pulling herself together, pulling them up and pushing her sweater back down, Lynne staggered from a crawl to a dash for the front door. She found it locked.

“What… no, where the fuck is the key, where…” Lynne whined, turning to look for it in the apartment or an alternative way out when her words caught in her throat. Feeling her knees almost give out again, her back hit the door as she stared with wide eyes at the visage of her ethereal ‘guest’. In his hand, a single metal hoop and key dangled, until he threw it carelessly into the apartment.

“Going outside would be cheating, we can’t have you leave.” The voice came, rich with amusement. Lynne swallowed hard, knowing he had her cornered as she got a better look at him. A strange sort of fog seemed to cover his body, shrouding him from clear view, but his silhouette was clear.

A broad, block-shouldered man with firm arms she had already felt around her. There was a knowing confidence in each of his steps, an almost oppressive aura that seemed to weigh down on her, compelling her to submit unconditionally the way she had never thought a man would make her feel beyond her wildest fantasies.

“No… wait…” Lynne whispered, squirming on the spot and looking for a way out of what would likely humiliate and thrill her beyond anything decent. He just drew closer, not listening at all, but then, did she really want to be heard?

“You had your ten seconds.” He told her, as were the rules, and there would be no squirming around that now. Looking at his face, shrouded and faint, the closer he drew, the more defined and clear it became, just like the rest of him. Lynne’s eyes stared in that now familiar sense of disbelief for all he resembled a man from those naughty fantasies she entertained.

“You… what are y-nmh…” She mewled, her lips sealed off by his. Somehow, he had simply blinked across the last of the distance in an instant to be upon her. Letting her lips be moulded to his and guided tenderly, Lynne realised she had never stood a chance, if she had even wanted to. She was at his mercy, and somehow, that made her feel more excited and aroused than afraid as his body pushed her against the door.

That sudden, intrusive kiss broke as unexpectedly as it had begun, leaving her to mewl a soft whine as a pressure weighed down on her shoulders. Savouring the strange, almost intangibly sweet taste on her lips, Lynne let her body melt and slide down under his guidance. There was no way she could resist him.

Landing on the soft squish of her rear, Lynne gasped and squirmed softly as the sweater pulled up over her head, leaving those hand-filling breasts on show for the ghostly figure stood before her. The soft chuckle left Lynne with the familiar feeling of being looked at, as though his piercing eyes were hands all across her generous figure that made her shy away and squirm in shame. 

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