A Bride’s Haunting Pleasure- A Lesbian Erotica

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A Bride’s Haunting Pleasure – A Lesbian Erotica

Evelyn’s eyes scanned the opulent ballroom of the ancient mansion, a sea of costumed bodies moving to the rhythm of the macabre music. The Halloween party was in full swing, with guests embracing the spirits of the night in their elaborate attire. Among the throng, Evelyn stood out in her blonde curls and a vintage white lace dress, her costume a nod to silent film starlets.

As the night deepened, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned towards the grand staircase. There, like a specter descending from the afterlife, stood Gabriella. She was a vision in a tattered wedding gown, her dark eyes piercing through the dimly lit room. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting starkly with the ethereal white of her dress. Gabriella’s presence was magnetic, and Evelyn felt an inexplicable pull towards her.

With a grace that seemed to defy the laws of gravity, Gabriella floated across the room…

She locked her eyes on Evelyn’s. The connection was immediate and intense, a current of desire that neither could deny. “You look like you’ve stepped out of another time,” Gabriella said, her voice a soft melody that resonated in Evelyn’s core. Evelyn, entranced by Gabriella’s aura, replied, “And you, my dear, look like a bride who’s run away from her wedding, only to find herself in a haunted mansion.” Gabriella smiled, a knowing look that suggested there was more truth to that statement than mere fancy dress. Together, they drifted away from the crowd, their hands brushing against each other, sending shivers down their spines. Gabriella led Evelyn through a maze of corridors until they found themselves in a room untouched by time, filled with antique furniture and a grand four-poster bed draped in sheer white fabrics.

The door closed behind them with a soft click, and tensions began to build.

The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and the faintest hint of jasmine, which seemed to emanate from Gabriella’s very skin. They moved towards each other, the space between them charged with an otherworldly energy.

Naked and vulnerable, they explored each other’s bodies with a reverence that bordered on the spiritual. Gabriella’s lips were soft and insistent, her tongue dancing with Evelyn’s in a rhythm as old as time. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sighs, their passion building like a crescendo.

Gabriella’s mouth trailed down Evelyn’s neck, leaving a path of fire in her wake. Evelyn moaned as Gabriella’s lips found her nipples, teasing and sucking until she was writhing with need. Gabriella’s hand slid between Evelyn’s thighs, her fingers expertly finding the wetness that awaited her.

Evelyn’s legs parted, inviting Gabriella deeper. Gabriella’s fingers entered her, slow and deliberate, her palm pressing against Evelyn’s clit. Evelyn gasped, her body arching off the bed as Gabriella’s fingers began to move in a maddening rhythm. She rocked into Gabriella’s hand, her hips begging for more.

Gabriella’s mouth claimed Evelyn’s, their tongues entwined as they devoured each other. Evelyn’s fingers dug into Gabriella’s hair, holding her close as they kissed. The room spun around them, the only sound the heavy breathing and the soft, wet noises of their lovemaking.

Pulsating, Supernatural Sensation Takes Over

Gabriella broke away from the kiss, her eyes locked on Evelyn’s as she worked her fingers deeper into her core. Evelyn’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling on the edge of release. Gabriella’s thumb found her clit, circling it with a pressure that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine.

Evelyn’s orgasm hit her like a storm, her body convulsing as she came. Gabriella’s fingers remained inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her body. As Evelyn’s tremors subsided, Gabriella withdrew her fingers, her eyes gleaming with a feral intensity.

Without a word, Gabriella straddled Evelyn, her thighs spreading wide as she lowered herself onto Evelyn’s mouth. Evelyn’s tongue darted out, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of Gabriella’s arousal. Gabriella’s hands grasped the headboard, her body undulating as Evelyn’s tongue worked its magic.

Gabriella’s climax was a thing of beauty, her body shuddering as she came, her juices dripping down Evelyn’s chin. As they caught their breath, Gabriella’s eyes locked onto Evelyn’s, a connection that went beyond the physical, a bond that transcended the mortal plane.

She Smells of Jasmine

When the first light of dawn crept into the room, Evelyn awoke to find Gabriella gone. The only trace of her was the faint scent of jasmine on the pillows, a ghostly reminder of the night they had shared. Evelyn dressed slowly, her heart heavy with the knowledge that their encounter was nothing more than a fleeting, spectral romance.

As she made her way back to the now-silent ballroom, she sought out her friend, the host of the party, to ask about Gabriella. Her friend looked at her with a face of confusion. “Evelyn, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. But I must tell you, there was no Gabriella at this party. The only bride here tonight was you, my dear.”

Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat. She turned to look back at the grand staircase, half-expecting to see Gabriella’s spectral form. But there was nothing—only the echo of her own footsteps as she walked through the mansion, forever haunted by the memory of the bride who ran away, and the love that was as fleeting as the night itself.

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