1. The Washing Woman - A Halloween Story


    Date: 9/16/2023, Categories: Fiction Male/Female Author: The_Technician 

    ... her hands pressed hard against his chest.

He reached up and continued to play with her breasts and pinch and tweak her nipples. She murmured her approval and slowly swayed her body from side to side to heighten the sensations.

She was very skilled and kept the pace of her rocking and swaying at just the right level to take him very slowly higher and higher and higher. When he began to writhe beneath her body, she suddenly stiffened as she drove herself hard down onto his prick. She keened softly as he erupted within her. Then she sat with her head back and her eyes closed, rocking softly back and forth.

Finally she took a deep breath and gave a sigh. “I really should be going,” she said, looking down into Quarrie’s eyes. “It is nearly midnight.”

“What is your hurry?” he asked. Then, as she lifted herself up off of his now deflating manhood he asked, “What is your name?”

She seemed to ignore him and instead walked into the bathroom and returned with the white garment. “It should be dry now,” she said as she set it on the bed.

“Is your dress dry already?” he asked, still lying on the bed.

“This isn’t my dress,” she answered. “It is your funeral shroud.”

She began slowly arranging the bed sheets at the ...
    ... end of the bed, carefully folding them down so that they formed a band across the bottom of the bed. Quarrie, meanwhile, looked at her in wonder. Was this a dream?

“I guess I can tell you my name now,” she said softly. “My name is Bean-nighe, but many Scots call me the Washing Woman or the Woman at the Ford.”

Quarrie gasped as he recognized who this was. His look of wonder suddenly turned to terror as he could feel the pressure building in his chest from the heart attack that had begun perhaps a few minutes ago... or perhaps while Bean-nighe rode him to climax. His body stiffened and arched against the bed as the pain began to overwhelm his body. After a few minutes he fell back silent against the bed.

The staff found his body the next morning. It was obviously a heart attack. No foul play was suspected. But the one thing which they, and the police, and the coroner, could not understand was that all of the bed sheets had been neatly folded at the end of the bed. The pillows were stacked on a nearby chair. And Quarrie Balfour’s body was naked except for an ancient linen cloth which was tucked securely around his body.

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