CAW 21 inspired short - Sex Stories

CAW 21 inspired short

... who always drove the Honda, she was younger. When she spoke, telling of the mansion’s history, the estate, the uses there had been for it in the past by numerous owners, the mansion recognized her voice as the one of the previous evening. But did energies not only materialize if they were dead people? This confused the mansion. She took the man on the normal tour of the outer buildings, the mansion watched them. There was something in the man’s walk, in his gestures and the mansion just could not really understand why the man haunted him so. Then came the tour of the mansion itself, as usual the tour started at the right wing, came into the central mansion and moved to the left wing. It was on the sofa where the energy had manifested itself that the two people fell into a tangle of arms and legs, kissing feverishly...the mansion averted its gaze as the two started their dance of carnal pleasure. It was not deaf to their coupling though and even as it listened, it realized that the man had made no sound and that all the pleasured sighs and moans came from the woman alone. Then she started using the name: “Edmund!” the mansion wished to look upon the scene, to understand what had happened the previous evening, but found itself strangely frozen in place. It could not move itself, could not commune, it could only listen and think. Her final cry of bliss brought about strange happenings within the mansion, it could feel a heat from the sub-basement, like fire burning inside a ...

... hearth, but it knew that there was no fire. This heat travelled slowly upwards. A scream pierced the left wing, this one filled with fear and cut off short, the mansion could still not do anything, it could feel the heat reaching the left wing and with a voice which shook the mansion to its foundations, the man finally spoke, “You offer for another year.” There was a low grumble, another entity inside of the mansion where there had been none before, the mansion remembered that voice! It was the voice of the second owner! “You did well, another offering when the mansion awakes.” The voice was cold, menacing and dangerous, the mansion could not make sense of what it heard. Why did the voice speak of it? Who was this? Dimly it remembered black candles, blood, chanting and the same heat, It was long ago, barely a year after it had become aware. The second owner was a friend of the builder; the first master had been persuaded to do it as a dare, a way to prove that nothing would happen. Something did happen and the mansion realized that it was the fact that it was aware which allowed it all to happen...a blinding flash from within itself blinded it, wrapping it in a dark from which it could not see, a silence it could not hear. Into this dark abyss it felt itself being pulled. It was a dark and stormy night, the nocturnal sounds were silent in the large mansion, clouds had drifted in from the North, obscuring even the stars. A scream pierced the tumult created by the howling wind, the ...