Paranormal Erotica: The Wight

By Smashwords

Paranormal Erotica are sexy short stories with a dark side, often including horrific creatures or supernatural evils. All tales delve into extreme desire, paranoia, and obsession. These stories contain more literary beats and haunting descriptions, a certain atmosphere often lacking in contemporary erotica.

An antiquated book. A secluded mansion in a frightening wood. An eldritch pact. Rare bookseller, Aleister Holloway, stumbles into an erotic relationship with an eccentric couple, but the two lovers guard horrific secrets. The woman loves sharing her body with strangers. The man obeys his wife’s commands. Will voyeurism and ancient mysteries drive poor Aleister to madness? Find out in The Wight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smashwords
• Release date: Dec 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005525804

Book preview

INTRODUCTION

An antiquated book. A secluded mansion in a frightening wood. An eldritch pact.

Rare bookseller, Aleister Holloway, stumbles into an erotic relationship with an eccentric couple, but the two lovers guard horrific secrets. The woman loves sharing her body with strangers. The man obeys his wife’s commands. Will voyeurism and ancient mysteries drive poor Aleister to madness?

I

Marcus and Aylin led me through the timberland.

We walked for miles over a winding stone pathway. Coniferous trees lined the haphazard stone trail. After what seemed like hours, we arrived at the house. The enormous Frank Lloyd Wright building towered into the sky three stories, standing out from the silhouetted trees. The building’s placement, nestled into an alcove of birches, hinted that the architect wanted to juxtapose the quadrangle with the forest’s natural calm.

After we rounded a bend, a Labrador bolted from the underbrush ahead.

Shadow! Marcus beamed. He dropped to one knee, and the animal fell into his outstretched arms. He ruffled the pet’s head, grabbed a twig from the ground, and launched it toward the house. The dog ran after it with excitement. Marcus rose from his knee with effort.

I studied the couple as we continued walking.

Aylin’s pallid skin and jet hair contrasted well. As she walked, her shear white sundress clung to her ample hips and luscious breasts. Nipples pressed against the thin material. A slight breeze blew the fabric everywhere, exposing her long legs. Her features, devoid of makeup, carried an eerie countenance, an effortless magnetic beauty that drew me to her.

Marcus had sandy brown hair and a beard. Something about him appeared sallow and drawn thin, and every few steps he needed to rest and gather more strength. This seemed odd considering his large athletic body and middle age.

We continued along the path. I glanced again at the couple as we neared the front