On the Other Side of Lust
The Portal Series Book 1
by Kiki Wellington Genre: Supernatural Erotica
Coralee never wanted to be a pastor's wife...and she certainly never wanted the creepy house her husband inherited from his loyal flock. Yet there she was, alone in a passionless marriage, irritated by the constant demands of the church, and uncomfortable in her own life.
Then he showed up. Coralee wasn't sure where he came from, but she did know he took her to otherworldly heights of sensuality she could never conjure up even in her wildest fantasies. Was he a ghost? A demon? Or the Devil himself? It didn't make any difference...as far as Coralee was concerned, he was the very answer to her prayers.
From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. On the Other Side of Lust is a 41,900 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.
Warning: On the Other Side of Lust contains closet connections, lascivious lessons, paranormal pleasures, and amorous awakenings.
It seemed that after a while, it became as tired of me teasing it as I had become of it teasing me. I felt movement on Joseph's side of the bed, and I turned my head to see an indentation in the mattress. That was a first: I had felt it before, but I didn't see that kind of visual evidence of its existence until that moment. It made my arousal spike to new heights.
Next, my hand was pushed away from my private parts, and a heavy weight rested on top of me. My arms were lifted over my head and felt like they were being pinned down against the bed. My legs were pried open wider and I felt a sharp sensation against my breast that seemed like teeth. I gasped with delight, trying to breathe, but the heavy weight on top of me made it difficult. I just watched in amazement as I felt my nipples being licked and bitten by an imaginary force. It was so real, I saw droplets of liquid forming around my nipples, sparkling in the morning sun.
Then it really happened. I couldn't make out what was going on, but I felt a large sensation plunging inside my vagina. I was startled at first, then filled with pleasure and desire. I assumed it was my hunky man's penis because it felt too big to be fingers. But then again, it had been so long since I'd felt anything like that downstairs, it was hard to know for sure.
It started pumping in and out of me. First it was slow and sensual, then it got faster by the moment. The bed shook underneath me. My body shook underneath him. I started to writhe my hips in sync with the motions, but the weight on top of me was too heavy for me to move freely. I felt the palms of my hands slowly being opened and strong fingers interlacing lovingly with mine.
A hot breath warmed up my neck. My body felt like it would explode all over. And then it became more intimate with me.
"Do you like that, Coralee?" I heard it whisper in my ear. I looked around, a little bit alarmed because I never heard it speak before. It had a deep, manly voice that was demanding and yet tender. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I wanted to believe it was real, but on the other hand, I started to go back to thinking this was all just the product of my overactive imagination.
It made sure I didn't think that way. He made sure that I knew he was real. "You're not imagining me, Coralee," it whispered. "I'm real, and I desperately want to make love to you."
Through the Doorway of Desire
The Portal Series Book 2
Although most people believe 28 Riverhill Road is the keeper of not-so-buried secrets they'd just as soon forget, for Clarissa, the old house represents an opportunity for a new life.
That is, until the macabre obsessions set in. When she's not trying to unearth the mysteries of the house, she's stoking the flames of a sexual obsession with a notorious serial killer that's been dominating the news. And when these fixations collide, she's introduced to a passion unlike anything she's ever known. Clarissa may be enjoying herself now, but will her ecstasy ultimately lead to agony?
From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Through the Doorway of Desire is a 41,400 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.
Warning: Through the Doorway of Desire contains legal lust, seance chicanery, and convertible coitus.
We stared into each other's eyes. Our hips were thrusting in unison. We were so connected, all of our movements were like a mirror into each other's soul. I slid him in and out of my pussy, watching the pleasure increase on his face. I started to pick up speed because I was so desperate to come, so desperate to make him come. I knew he had been with a lot of women before me, but I wanted to be the best of them all. I wanted his cock to forget everyone else and only come for me.
"Clarissa, there's no hurry," he moaned. He grabbed my hips and guided me the way he wanted me. I slowed down with his direction, gradually moving my pussy up and down each inch of his shaft, then back up again. I slid my hot box up and down his hard on at a snail's pace and he looked pleased.
"Isn't that better?" he whispered.
"Yes," I gasped. I'd never agreed with anyone more. When he was satisfied that I would follow his directions, he took his hands off my hips and slid them up my shirt. He tenderly massaged my breasts through my bra at first and then slipped his hands underneath it. As I continued to ride his hard on with achingly slow precision, he played with my tingling hard nipples.
The Entry to Ecstasy
The Portal Series Book 3
Despite its dubious reputation, Charlotte falls in love with 28 Riverhill Road and believes buying the old house will bring excitement into her life--and help revitalize a relationship that has long gone stale.
And she does find the excitement she's looking for when the peculiar house introduces her to an alternate life filled with the love and sexual intensity she's been craving. As she straddles the edge of fantasy and reality, Charlotte eventually finds herself being forced to make an impossible choice.
From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. The Entry to Ecstasy is a 25,700 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.
Warning: The Entry to Ecstasy contains sensual scents, mysterious missives, and a passionate parallel plane.
"Maybe I should just go back to bed and get warm for a little bit," I thought. I tried to move toward the bed, but I was still frozen in place. Although it was a little uncomfortable, I wasn't particularly bothered by it. I just stood there for a minute and felt the cold air surround my body and enjoyed the smell of sexy cologne.
When I finally felt like the weird spell had been broken, I tried to move again, but this time my body was pushed up against the wall. My heart started to race, but I wasn't afraid. The tingling sensation of hands once again took hold of me. I felt my breasts being rubbed and kneaded underneath strong, imaginary hands. I looked down and I could have sworn I saw my tits moving with the rhythm of each sensation.
I stood there, uncertain and aroused as what felt like a mouth sucked on each of my hard, cold nipples, warming them up and making them tingle with delight. I even felt slight nibbling against my stimulated breasts. I didn't know what was happening to me—Was my imagination running wild? Was this something otherworldly?—but I didn't have the wherewithal to question it. And I didn't have the strength to leave. It just felt too damned good for me to move or care about the real source of my intense pleasure.
As I enjoyed my nipples being sucked harder and harder, a hand seemed to come through the wall and slide between my legs, as if it wanted to finish what it started earlier. I felt my thighs being separated as a finger pushed inside of me. I wanted to move my body in time with the deep penetration of the fingers, but something wouldn't let me. Again I was frozen and completely under its control. That was fine with me; I wanted to be under its control.
Thank you for allowing me to make an appearance on your blog! My name is Kiki Wellington, and I’m joined by the ladies of The Portal Series: Coralee from On the Other Side of Lust, Clarissa from Through the Doorway of Desire, and Charlotte from The Entry to Ecstasy. We’re here to talk about their experiences at 28 Riverhill Road and exactly what kind of sexy ghost came through the house’s portal.
Coralee, what was it like to be married to a minister?
Well, Kiki, I found it was impossible to make the marriage work after my husband knocked up one of his parishioners and I started giving it up to the ghost in our house. I did get the opportunity to fuck one of the Sunday school teachers, so that was a benefit of the marriage I suppose. And of course, I would never have met my one true love if Joseph’s church hadn’t gifted us that house.
How is your otherworldly relationship going now?
It’s hard for us to see each other, me being in the institution and all. But I know he still loves me.
Well, every relationship has its challenges. And speaking of challenges, Clarissa, being obsessed with a death row inmate must have been a real drain on you.
It was. But since his case was on appeal, I got to see him a lot on television.
You kind of take being a true crime junkie to the extreme by having sex with the ghost of a serial killer. What was the attraction?
He’s a romantic in his own way. I don’t know if he was guilty or not, but he was on death row for killing the husbands of several women he had affairs with.
And nothing says romance like a little homicide, am I right? I’m addicted to Discovery ID, so I get it. Did you hook up with him after he was executed?
No, he committed suicide to be with me.
How charming! Charlotte, you seem like the sanest one in this bunch, how did you get into the whole ghost sex thing?
When I moved into the house with my boyfriend, he wasn’t satisfying me sexually and my ghost wanted to take care of those needs. I was feeling lonely at the time, plus my boyfriend refused to marry me, so I was vulnerable to the advances of a spirit.
Couldn’t fake a pregnancy like a normal woman, huh?
No, I draw the line at sleeping with paranormal entities.
Were you all having sex with the same ghost? Because I smell an episode of “Maury” here. What do you think, Charlotte?
No, he promised me he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. We were in a monogamous relationship. I mean, aside from me having a boyfriend that is.
Well, my ghost was a well-known playboy, so I suppose that’s a possibility.
My ghost only has eyes for me. I know he does. And if another woman tries to come near him, I’ll cut a bitch.
Well, on that pleasant note, I think it’s time for us to wrap things up here. Ladies, I have to say, I loved writing you and spending time with you...but at the end of the day, you’re all pretty cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Then again, I created the three of you, so what does that say about me?
Now back to you, my gracious blog host....