A Presence Felt - Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 3

... and we could find out who used to live here."

Stella slowly lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Um, I already did earlier this week."

Adrian's mouth dropped open in surprise. "And what did you learn?"

"Well, I not only went to the courthouse, but also to the library, and I called the real estate agent who sold me the house, and she put me in touch with another real estate agent, and..."

"And?" Adrian demanded, eager for her to continue.

"The house was built at the turn of the century, and according to my limited research, it doesn't have any kind of violent or tragic past," Stella revealed. "For most of the past fifty years, it was owned by a woman whose husband died not long after they bought the place. Though she became a widow at twenty-eight, she never remarried, and she refused to sell the house. She stayed here all alone until her death a little over a year ago. Some distant relative inherited the place and immediately put it on the market. It was then bought by the young married couple who owned it before me, but of course, they didn't stay long. And now it's mine."

Adrian turned this new information about the house over in his mind. "It's strange that a woman during that era wouldn't remarry."

"I know. She worked as a secretary and made enough to support herself and keep the house."

He drew in a sharp breath, making Stella start. "You said she lived here alone all those years, but what if she wasn't alone?" he said. "What if her husband's ...

... spirit remained in the house, fucking her senseless every night? Of course, she wouldn't want to leave!"

Stella let out a shocked laugh. "So much for your skepticism!" she teased, causing him to laugh as well. "But why does his spirit only manifest in this room?"

"Maybe he only does that now out of a kind of... respect for you, so you'll have privacy elsewhere in the house. You told me the previous owners had a cross over the door to every room, not just this one. Maybe he was trying to drive them out of here because he preferred a single woman who'd be receptive to his advances. Perhaps you remind him of his beloved wife when she was young."

Stella rolled her eyes. "That's stretching it a bit, don't you think? Maybe my original theory is right, and this room serves as a portal to some realm where nothing but raw, primal sex occurs."

Adrian couldn't help but chuckle. "Maybe so. But whatever the energy is, I sense that you want it here."

Stella started to protest, then simply flashed a sheepish grin. "Is that so bad?"

"No, sweetheart," he said, hugging her tighter. "Maybe I want the presence to keep hanging around here, too."

A little later, they took a long, hot shower. Their kisses were deep and unhurried while they caressed each other's skin. "I love you," Adrian told Stella over the spray of water.

Her lips trembled ever so slightly as she said, "I love you, too, Adrian, but your career..."

"I've been ready for a change," he assured her. "It's been a ...