The bath seemed the most natural place to do it. It always relaxed me after a hard day of work and if I was going to put something up my butt for the very first time, I definitely wanted to be relaxed.
I stripped naked and waited for the water to warm. As the tub began to fill, I tore the plastic off my new anal beads and broke the seal of my special lube. All I had left to do was decide bubble bath or no bubble bath.
No bubble bath. Who knew how that would feel if that got in me back there too.
I turned off the faucet and took a deep breath. “Let’s do this,” I told myself.
I knew I made the right choice when I felt my muscles soften as soon as my foot touched the warm water and my nervousness began to disappear. By the time I leaned back, I was almost serene.
But I still needed something to inspire me. My eyes closed and I let my mind drift to the only man I would ever allow to have anal sex with me.
I am completely naked under a single sheet. It is just one of those nights that is too damn hot for clothes. I even had to leave the window open. The summer breeze isn’t much, but it’s still a breeze.
That’s how he gets in, and absolutely nothing disturbs me until he speaks. “Hello, Sasha.”
I know who it is even before my eyes start to open. Only one man could have a voice like that. “Phantom? Is that you?” I ask.
Suddenly, he is so close that he can brush the hair off the back of my neck. “It’s me.”
I feel a kiss and I shiver. “What are you doing here?”
The Phantom laughs. “Silly girl. What do you think?”
The sheet begins to slip away, and his mouth follows its retreat. Ghostly lips press to every part of me that is bared. First my shoulder, down my ribs…
I started to roll a nipple just as slowly as the cover disappeared in my mind. My left hand slipped beneath the water toward my pussy. Very gently, my fingers traced that secret slit up and down in the same rhythm my dream lover kissed me. It took a little longer than usual, but soon, my body began to relax and moisten. I kept stroking until my pussy began to pulse, hungry for something to fill it. It was almost a shame I planned to disappoint it.
When his mouth reaches my hips, I start to roll over and offer my front to his attention. Immediately, he denies me and pushes me back down. “Please,” I beg him. “Taste my pussy. It’s so wet for you!”
The Phantom just laughs. “I’m not here for that.”
The kisses return. They follow the line of my spine all the way down to the crack of my ass. When I feel those cheeks pulled apart, I gasp. There are a dozen more kisses down that valley, and they only stop at that most secret hole.
Then, his tongue takes over.
I played with my breast and thumbed my finally exposed clit until my hips began to lift and fall under the water.
He takes my breath more and more with every lick. Excited shame makes me reach back to push him away, but The Phantom catches my hands and pins them above my head.
“Don’t do that again!” he says.
My ghostly lover doesn’t even give me the chance to try. Silk, just like Mary and Esmeralda described wraps around my wrists and then binds me to the bed.
The images inspired me to work myself harder and harder. I pinched and pulled my nipple until I felt that pain/pleasure echo in my clit. I would get close, so close that my feet twitched and then completely stop.
Over, and over...
My entire body, not just my pussy, begged to be filled. I needed something in me somewhere. Anything...
Anywhere.
Oh yes, now was the time! I flipped over so fast water sloshed out of the tub. Shaking hands snatched the bottle of lube and poured it between my cheeks. I barely got the lid snapped closed again before it fell into the bath.
He is rough and merciful all at once. He spreads the cheeks of my ass so far apart it hurts, but his cock only brushes between them in search of its target…
I grabbed my new toy and pushed the first bead into my back hole.
The Phantom is gentle, but insistent. He pushes his cock into that forbidden place slowly, but ignores every one of my resistances until he is in me. I can feel his balls against my pussy. Maybe it is just because it is him with all his skill with a woman’s body, but it doesn’t hurt...
There was no pain at all.
One by one, I pushed the spheres in my butt. Still, there was no pain. In fact, the deeper they went, the better it felt. Really good, curl a girl’s toes good!
“Oh...” I sighed when the final largest bead was up my ass. I shook my hips the way I would to entice a lover and just enjoyed the way they rolled inside me. Then, I grabbed the little handle of the toy and pulled.
The Phantom’s strokes are slow, only enough to teach me to learn to love this new pleasure...
My body clung to each bead so that they actually had to pop out.
He pulls out an inch then puts it back. He pulls out two inches then pushes it back inside me.
When only two were left in me, I pushed the entire string in again.
Before I know it, he’s fucking my ass. Not just by inches, but with his entire length...
In and out, in and out, until... “Ah!”
“Ah! Oh, God!”
Oh, I have no idea which orgasm came first, the one in my fantasy or the one right there in the tub. I don’t even know if they were separate. All I knew was that if the woman in the sex shop was right, and this was what it would feel like to be fucked up my butt, I was going to love it if it ever happened for real!
Chapter Thirteen
The next day, I got the second greatest gift I could have ever hoped for. Only a visit from The Phantom himself would have been better. As soon as I opened our mailbox, I saw the little brown box. At first, I thought that maybe Geoff had actually remembered my birthday for the first time in six years. Then, I recognized the name of the sender.
The Victorian diary with the possible Phantom encounter was here!
I ripped open the package like a little girl at Christmas. “Please let her have bookmarked the page, please let her have bookmarked the page,” I quietly prayed.
The seller did.
March 29, 1857
I agree that this marriage is not anything that anyone would have dreamed of. I always wanted to marry for love, but my new husband’s family was in debt. The money of my dowry would aid them out of it and the land would allow them the room they needed to breed more horses.
He has hardly spoken to me since the wedding. Edward exercised his marital rights, but has not visited my bedchamber since. I am sure he is already returning to his mistress in London.
Before my wedding, Mother told me that as a wife, my only real duty was to produce heirs and run the household, but if he does not come to me at night, how can I do the first? In truth, it’s a relief that he does not. My wedding night was not a pleasant experience, and the less I am needed to satisfy his needs the better.
March 30, 1857
I pray I am not going insane. I can only tell my story here because I fear if I told a living soul, they would have me committed. Not even my maid and companion who has been with me since girlhood will hear of the events of last night. Perhaps it would be best to keep the details to myself, but I cannot. I must write it down while it is all still fresh in my mind. If age ever dulls the memory, I have only to come back to these pages and live it all again.
When he came, I was asleep, dreaming of the days when I would picnic with Mother and Father. I was awoken when the covers of my bed were thrown off me. At first, I was terrified. I feared my husband had come again for his marital rights and I was still sore from the way he had taken my maidenhead three nights ago.
It only took a moment to know it wasn’t him, and that was even more terrifying. The hands that pushed up my dressing gown were gentle. Edward had seemed almost angry that he had to consummate our marriage. These hands were slow where my new husband seemed to just want to get the act finished.
The first kiss below my knee startled me. The second on the actual joint made me tremble. The kisses followed the rise of my gown, even through the thin cotton of my drawers. I tried to look down and see who was being so sweet when he reached my hips, but without a single lamp lit in the room, it was just too dark.
Something pulled apart the split of my drawers. I held my breath because the last time someone had done that, they caused me incredible pain. My first time had been anything but enjoyable and for a second, I shuddered to think that it was all about to happen again.
It must have been a tongue that touched me down there. It was too warm and too wet to be anything else. My husband certainly didn’t do that to me on our wedding night. I cannot explain it, but my original fear began to vanish. Pleasure began to replace it as this... phantom licked me more and more.
My body began to warm to the point of fever. I felt myself grow moist down there, and my private parts relaxed and opened. That certainly did not happen the night my maidenhead was taken.
I whined when the tongue stopped. My drawers were left wet and sticky when the kisses began again. My dressing gown was lifted further, first to my stomach and then high enough that lips could be pressed to the underside of each of my breasts. The only thing that helped tame my shame was the dark and knowing that whoever my lover was, he could not see the flesh he exposed.
But the dark could not protect me from his hands or his lips. The ghost squeezed my left breast while his mouth locked onto the tip of my right. First, my nipples seemed to harden and stretch. Then, my back arched up into his touch for even more. No one ever told me a woman’s breasts could feel pleasure like that. All this time, I believed they were just for feeding children.
It became hard to breathe when the kisses began yet again up my throat, over my chin and to my lips at last. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I actually moaned.
I took a deep breath when our kiss finally broke. I had to ask my phantom, “Why do you taste like fresh pear?”
He laughed and said, “I don’t taste like pear. I taste like you.”
I was so shocked that my eyes went wide. My ghostly lover returned his lips to mine and took away my ability to say anything else. He thrust his tongue into my mouth again and filled it with the flavor of my secret place.
Then, I felt something hard touch me between my legs. Right away I knew what it was. A man was about to penetrate me, and there was that fear again. Edward drove himself inside me, but my phantom was slow and gentle. My place was still sore, so he took his time easing into my body. My walls parted around him, and though my body still ached, I still needed him there. He finally crushed my lower curls, and then waited until I was ready for more.
It was I that moved first. I rolled my hips back and then forward. It was only then that he began to rock into me, and every time he pushed in to his hilt, my body trembled.
An explosion is the only word I know to describe it. Pleasure that could only be promised in heaven exploded between my legs, and rippled through the rest of being. My back arched so forcefully that his hands were thrown from my breasts and my nipples scratched the shadow’s chest. Even my head was thrown back. I tried to fight my scream, but it was impossible.
It continued until the sun came through my curtains and he simply disappeared. My phantom made me scream with pleasure all through the night until dawn came and stole him from me.
My legs were left almost too weak to walk this morning even to this desk. Just writing this is bringing back that damp stirring between my thighs. I long for his touch, but I fear I will succumb to this strange new need before his return, and have to resort to my own sinful touch for relief.
I will hold onto this memory as long as health and age allow, but in these pages, the events of last night will go on forever.
I read it all in the elevator up to the apartment, twice.
The bride’s handwriting said it all. At first, it was smooth and neat when she was calm. Then, The Phantom came to her and her pen got shakier by the word. I could actually see her sitting there over a century ago writing with a trembling hand while her legs squeezed open and closed. Her drawers had even probably still been wet with the evidence of the encounter as she wrote.
Oh, I was so jealous! When would it be my turn?
Even as I slipped my keys in the lock, I was reading it for a third time. I never even looked up as I started to close the door behind me. Then, I heard the voice.
“Don’t turn on the lights.”
“Who’s there?” I asked the dark.
“Who do you think? It’s me, The Phantom. Now close the door.”
I couldn’t believe it. He was finally here. For me! If closing the door was all it would take to be with the one I had dreamed of a thousand times, I was more than happy to do it.
In less than a second he had me pinned to the wall. My purse, my keys, even the diary fell to the floor, completely forgotten in an instant. His mouth crushed mine and I was sure my lips would be bruised in the morning. “Ah!” I grunted when he thrust a hand between my thighs. Then, he pushed higher until he could grab me through my panties.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Actually, it kind of hurts,” I said, confused.
The Phantom laughed against my ear. “I thought you might like a little pain. What do you say we take this to the bedroom?”
“O-okay,” I answered nervously.
He scooped me up in one swift motion. My high heels fell off my bouncing feet as he ran. The entire way he laughed, and the only thing that stopped him was tripping over the corner of my dresser. Luckily, I landed on my mattress when he fell forward.
I heard him pop up in the dark. “Lift up your skirt,” he commanded breathlessly.
My hands pulled at the fabric until it bunched around my hips. Immediately he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled until it ripped off. Then, The Phantom pounced. He literally jumped from the foot of the bed to on top of me. “Are you ready for me baby?”
“D-don’t you want to lick me or something first?”
I didn’t get an answer. He was too busy fumbling between our bodies to get his pants open. The second his cock touched my leg, I felt the familiar hot gush of cum against my skin and heavy panting above me.
All I could do was groan. “Geoff? It’s you, isn’t it.”
“Yeah,” my boyfriend said. “How could you tell? Wasn’t I a good Phantom?”
I’m glad he couldn’t see my exasperated face in the dark. “Sure, you were as great as always,” I said flatly.
Chapter Fourteen
I checked my email every morning, but that next day, my eyes went even wider with excitement than usual. I called Beth the second I finished reading.
I could hear the sleep in her voice. “Hello?”
“Hey! Do you remember Molly Hastings?”
“Sasha? Yeah, Belle did that story about her last year. She was that photographer that split her time between high fashion and porn. Why?”
“She emailed me! The Phantom has come to her!”
“Uh-huh,” she grumbled. “Okay, so?”
“So? It’s Saturday! I thought maybe you would like to go with me to talk to her. Maybe if you heard someone else you’ve actually met talk about an experience it would help you believe.”
Beth groaned on the other end of the line.
“Is that a yes?” I asked.
“Only if it can wait until the sun has actually risen a few inches.”
I laughed. “Deal, I’ll meet you in front of your building in a few hours.”
“Yeah, okay, sounds good. Bye now.”
I didn’t even get to say bye back before she hung up. Maybe 6:30 was a little early to be calling.
***
Molly’s home and studio took up the entire top floor of her apartment building. As soon as the elevator door opened, we were greeted with the sight of her setting up lights around a straight backed chair.
“Did we come at a b
ad time?” I asked.
Molly flashed us a smile. “Hi, Sasha. Hi, Beth. Well, it depends.”
“On what?” I wondered.
The photographer got a very nervous look on her face. “I have a little problem. It’s great that you came along when you did because you might be able to help, but I don’t know how much you’d be willing to.”
She had my attention. “What is it?”
“I’m supposed to do a shoot for a lesbian magazine today, but one of my models just cancelled on me. The pictures have to be of two naked women together, but now I only have one. Is there any chance at all either of you would be willing to take the other model’s place?”
I didn’t have to look to know Beth was shaking her head. If the idea had me speechless, she was probably going to be mute from shock the rest of the weekend. “I don’t think so,” I said.
“Please?” Molly begged. “I’ll pay you for this instead of you paying for my story. I have to get it done today! These pictures are supposed to run next month!”
“I don’t think so,” I said again. Even I wasn’t so desperate for a Phantom story to do such a thing. There were other women out there with tales I could collect who didn’t need to see me naked.
“What if I said I had a video of what happened to me?”
That stopped even Beth’s steps back toward the elevator. “A video?”
“Can we see it?” I asked.
“If you help me out.” Molly said.
“Deal.” The word was out of my mouth before I could even remember what I was agreeing to.
Beth spun me to look at her. “Are you serious? You’re really going to do it?”
“She has a video! If it’s really The Phantom, I have to see it!”
We stared at each other. I could see the disbelief in Beth’s eyes that I actually agreed to go through with it. Silently, she begged me to change my mind, but I didn’t flinch. Eventually, she realized there was absolutely no way, with or without words, that she could change my mind. “Well, if you think I’m going to stay here and watch you’re very, very wrong!” Beth said.
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