Paranormal Fucks

By J. Knight

From werewolves to ghosts, sex with paranormal creatures abounds in this first volume collection of J. Knight's erotica. Titles include: Invisible Fuck, Hairy Dick, Little Sucker, and Franken-Fucker. Get four for the price of two!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knight Books
• Release date: Jul 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310189302

J. Knight

I am bisexual and write erotica for all genders.

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PARANORMAL FUCKS

By J. Knight

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2015

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Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Table of Contents:

Invisible Fuck

Little Sucker

Franken-Fucker

Hairy Dick

INVISIBLE FUCK

Matt and Kat Kaylinn were looking for a fresh start. That’s why they had moved to the old Baltic house outside of town. It was a completely different environment from what either of them was used to. And did they ever need it! Their marriage was only two years old, and already they were getting tired of each other and having difficulty holding their tempers. They were bored; that was all there was to it. What had started out as a passionate, exciting relationship had turned into something completely unrecognizable. They needed to rekindle the romance and the sex. So when Matt got an offer from his employer to move to a different division of the company, and a different part of town at the same time, he jumped at it. Kat protested at first; she didn’t want to be so far away from her best friend Ellie. But Matt reminded her that this could be just what they’d been looking for. Her complaints became mere formalities; sometimes, she refused to do something simply on principle because she was bored. This grated on Matt’s nerves, but he was confident that once they got outside the city, everything would start to smooth over.

Both of them had been city kids, growing up in urban and suburban areas, never too far from civilization. But the old Baltic place was on a huge tract of land outside the city limits and far away from any neighbors. It was a thirty-minute drive from there to Matt’s new office, but he was willing to take that hit to his free time. He’d never really minded long commutes, and this one wouldn’t be much longer than the twenty minutes it took to get from their old place to his old office. Heavy traffic was the only reason that trip took so long, and he was glad to get away from that. Kat would suffer the most from the isolation, but she would have her phone and the internet; he’d made sure of that. It cost extra to run the fiber optic cable out that far, but it was worth it. Kat spent most of her time online or on the phone with Ellie, or both, anyway. And she’d been talking about getting back into painting for years now. She’d have plenty of time and plenty of inspiring views out at the old Baltic place.

The two-story house had been built more than two hundred years ago. It had an interesting history, serving as a haven for northern soldiers during the Civil War, then as a hiding place for an eccentric writer during the early years of the twentieth century, and finally as home to a family of crazed, incestuous murderers. That last was the most interesting story of all. It was the final straw that convinced Kat to agree to the move. She had an interest in the dark and the macabre, and she was fascinated by the idea of living in the former home of such people. There were rumors among the rural folk of the area that the place was haunted by the insane spirits of the old Baltic family, and Kat was hoping to see a ghost or two.

Christopher Baltic had bought the house as a wedding present to his wife in 1953. It was a bit rundown at that point, but he had the money and the time to fix it up. They kept to themselves mostly, and no one knew what went on within those walls until decades later, when the Baltic family’s belongings were moved out and several diaries written by Christopher’s wife Elaine were discovered. They were full of disturbing details, both bloody and painful, of Christopher’s sexual depravity that he passed down to his children and the torment that he put his entire family through.

After the bodies of the Baltic family were discovered there and the gory, deranged story of their life in that house was revealed, the place was emptied and cleaned by the county, which was hoping to sell the property and get the blood that stained it off of their hands. Another thirty years went by before the Kaylinns came along. By that time, most of the people who lived in the area were too young to know what had happened in the Baltic house, only that it was haunted and that evil things had been done there.

Matt and Kat Kaylinn arrived at their new home in time for an early supper. Their belongings had been dropped off by a moving van already, so they ate quickly and set to work unpacking and refurnishing their little nest. Kat picked out a room upstairs for her planned art studio, a room that had a mirror on the ceiling for some reason, and Matt designated a room downstairs for his own private den. Over the next couple of weeks, they were so busy settling in that they didn’t even fight over anything. It was an auspicious start. In fact, when they finally declared their work complete, they celebrated with a candlelit dinner for two and a night of lovemaking.

The night felt so free and so relaxed that Matt was reminded of why he’d fallen in love with Kat in the first place. When she was with you in the moment, she made the world feel invisible. She was also, however, a bit high-strung. When Matt was nearing orgasm, Kat suddenly stopped riding him, looked around, and said nervously, Someone’s watching us.

Don’t be ridiculous, Matt told her, reaching for her perky breasts. Come on, I’m almost done.

He then grasped her hips in both hands and pulled her body toward him. She moaned softly and leaned over just a bit, but she was instantly distracted again by something unseen.

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