August Entry: In the Middle of the Night
You awoke in the middle of the night, sitting up in the bed with a start. It was the first night in your new house. A young, professional, single woman alone in an old house you owned yourself. You had thought you were alone, but something woke you up and you looked around in fear.
The moonlight shone in through the window to your right, but despite that light, there was nobody else there for you to see. You wrapped the blanket tighter around your body and turned on the lamp on the night stand. Still, you could see nothing odd.
Convinced again that you were alone, you turned the lamp off and laid back to sleep. You smiled and wrapped your arms around your naked body under the blanket, making yourself small in the big bed. For a moment, you touched yourself, but you were fast asleep. With your scientific education, you must not have had any worries.
The next night, you awoke again. Most of your blanket was on the floor, with just a corner on the edge of your bed to your left. You sat up in the bed and stared puzzled at the blanket in the moonlit room. When you reached for the blanket, the corner on your bed suddenly floated down to the floor. You got out of the bed to get the blanket, lying nude without a blanket would be cold and uncomfortable.
Clutching the blanket in front of you, you looked around in the room with inquiring eyes, but still could not see anything odd. You lied down and threw up the blanket so it would fall upon you and the bed. You smiled, this night you did not feel so tired.
You stretched out in the big bed. It was a steel framed bed and you stretched out your hands and feet to lie in a spread eagle position, taking hold of the cold steel with your hands. In a little while, you let go of the steel with your right hand and let it slide down your body to your clitoris. It did not take long before you had an orgasm. Then you went back to sleep.
The third night, you woke up in the moonlight again. The blanket was on the floor again, but you could not move. You felt yourself being forced into a spread eagle position on the bed, but could not see anyone doing this to you. It must have felt like a large man was on top of you, holding your wrists and spreading your thighs. I am sure it felt like that, because that was what I did.
You felt that you were locked to the steel frame of the bed, but despite looking up at your hands, you could not see anything tying you down. The weight on your torso disappeared and the next thing you knew, your ankles were locked to the lower corners of the bed. You were spread eagled in a tighter fashion than you had put yourself last night.
Suddenly, it is as if you remember you can scream for help. It is as if your scientific mind has so far denied that a supernatural thing like this could happen, thus not feeling any need for you to scream. As soon as you open up your mouth, you feel a big gag entering it. You have no means of spitting the gag out.
I admire your naked body again, just like I did the two previous nights. It is young, fit, and hairless below the neck. I like it a lot.
You hear a satisfied sigh, then I start licking my way up your legs. You feel one of my hands gently fondling your right breast, the other one caressing the left side of your body. Then you feel my tounge playing around your clitoris, soon right on it. You try to yank free of your bonds, but to no avail. At the same time, you must know just how wet you are. Your nipples stand up straight from your firm, well formed breasts.
It has been a long wait for me. I feel the same urge to hurry as a man of flesh and blood. After a short time of playing with your clitoris with my tounge, I moved up your body. My eyes moved past yours, but since you could not see me and lock on my eyes, I could not look straight into yours. This was my only regret.
Wet and hot, you feel how I start to penetrate you. I start slowly. Were it not for the gag, you would gasp when you feel my size. Yet your body squeezes me. I push forward and start to pound you, harder and harder. It does not take long for me. I continue, but do not have to go on for long before you come as well. It is a much harder orgasm than yesterday night. If you could see me, you would see my happy smile.
You are released from your bonds and your gag, then I put your blanket back upon you.
"Who are you?" you whisper.
"The ghost of the first owner of this house", I say, but you fall asleep again and I cannot tell whether you heard me or not.
The fourth night, you still slept in your bed, in your house, naked under your blanket. You smiled when you woke up, as I pulled the blanket away.
