Into the Dark: Six Tales of the Paranormal Erotic

By Lisette Baiser

Into the Dark takes readers on an erotic journey with a modern newlywed woman who ventures "Into the Dark" while her husband is away, an Edwardian lawyer who has an encounter with "The Woman in the Garden," "The Blacksmith's Wife" in colonial America, and a Catholic monk in medieval Italy who is captivated by "The Fountain." These stories contain explicit sexual activity and should be enjoyed by those 18 years of age or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisette Baiser
• Release date: Aug 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370958825

Lisette Baiser

Lisette Baiser has been writing poetry, fiction, and non-fiction since she could first put pen to paper and hasn't looked back.

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Into the Dark

Four Tales of the Paranormal Erotic

by Lisette Baiser

Distributed by Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Lisette Baiser

Cover Design:

Detail from The Rape of Proserpina by Gian Lorenzo Bernini

1621-1622

Galleria Borghese, Roma

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Author's Note

This is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of sex. It is intended solely for readers 18 years of age or older. Furthermore, all characters in this work who engage in sexual acts or situations, bear witness to such situations, consider sexual acts, or think about sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Into the Dark

The Woman in the Garden

The Blacksmith's Wife

The Fountain

Pompeii

Feast of Fires

Into the Dark

Don’t pleasure yourself too much, she laughed, save some of that up for me.

Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.

I love you, too. Lydia put her phone down on the coffee table. She looked around and wondered how she had any space left to put her phone. Everywhere she looked were boxes, wads of newspaper, stacks of things ready to be put away. She felt a twinge of resentment that Brent had flown off to Dallas for a technology tradeshow right after the movers had delivered all of their things to the new house. In the week he had been gone, however, she had managed to get the kitchen finished and the dining room, part of the office, and maybe one-third of the living room. Good thing teaching came with a few months off during the summer, she thought, or this would have been a disaster. She was tired from working all day, and sweaty, and figured that a long soak in the big clawfoot tub would help immensely--if she didn’t fall asleep in the bath, which could happen.

Lydia dreamt that night that her husband had come home early from his business trip and stolen up to their bedroom while she was asleep. He pulled her body so her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed, held her thighs apart with his hands, and proceeded to explore her cunt with his tongue, licking, taking her clit between his lips and sucking at it. She felt hot all over, enjoying the rough tongue lapping ceaselessly at her quivering cunt, her husband's breath hot against her thighs.

She opened her eyes and tried to prop herself up so she could watch him pleasuring her. Strangely, the room was completely dark, no streetlights visible through the curtains. Furthermore, she found she couldn’t move her arms or her legs. She still felt his tongue flicking at her clit and felt the desire rising in her again. She felt his hands squeeze her thighs, but there was something off. She tried to shake off the foggy haze clouding her brain. The hands gripping her were larger than her husband’s and felt rough against her skin. The fingernails were longer, too, pointed and sharp, and hurt when they dug into her flesh. The tongue that was now traveling downward, seeking the other orifice, was rough as well, much rougher than anything she had felt before. Then she heard it.

From the foot of the bed, amongst the wet licking sounds, was a guttural growling noise. She knew that this was not her husband but what it was she did not know.

Whatever it was was sucking at her clit again. The tongue flicked at the tip, so fast, so relentless, that she was breathless and panting. She was not walking up the hill but running up it that jumping off place so close but so elusive there it's there she ran it's it's there--almost towards it ran ah faster ahhh faster ahhhh faster ah until ahh ahahah there was no longer ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ground beneath her feet but nothing there was nothing holding her hurtling out into space released that tongue licking and still licking her the roughness circling her clit vibrating against it sofastsofast ahh ahh ahh and she flew she spun every inch of her shaking vibrating she was nowhere but everywhere god oh god and she expected but didn't wish for the ground beneath her feet again not yet she knew she would land but still she was hurtling and pulsating waves