Autumnal Bedtime Story

Transcript

Hey baby. Yeah, come here. Yeah, get right in here.

Come lay on my chest. What's wrong? You having a hard time falling asleep? Yeah, I know.

It's okay. Anything I can do to help? You want me to read you a story? Okay.

What would you like? I can go grab one off the bookshelf, whatever you want. Oh, okay.

You want me to read one of my short stories from my notebook? The ones I haven't read to you yet? Okay, I could do that.

Keep in mind, they're rough. They're very rough. But, okay, I can do that for you.

Yeah, let me just go Okay. Any requests? Something spooky, sapphic, and autumnal.

Got it, okay. All right, so this one is called Autumn Whispers. Don't laugh, okay.

Okay, all right, here we go. She walked along the dirt path that cut through the dense woods surrounding her small southern town. The trees were ablaze with vibrant oranges and reds, their leaves rustling and crunching under her feet.

The air was cool and crisp, a welcome respite from the stifling heat of the summer months. Mist hung low in the air, adding an otherworldly quality to the already eerie surroundings. As she walked, her mind was consumed with thoughts of her mysterious lover.

She had met them just a few weeks ago at the town's fall festival. They were unlike anyone she had ever met before. Their piercing gaze, their confidence, and their words that seemed to hold secrets and mysteries within them had drawn her in.

But their relationship was far from ordinary. They only met in secret, usually in the dead of night, and their encounters were filled with passion and desire. She'd never experienced anything like it before.

She was drawn to this person, both physically and emotionally, in a way she couldn't explain. Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice the figure standing in the shadows ahead of her. She stopped in her tracks, heart pounding, as the figure stepped into the faint light of the moon.

It was her lover, standing before her with an almost ethereal quality. Without saying a word, they reached out and took her hand, leading her off the path and deeper into the woods. The mist seemed to thicken around them, enveloping them in a shroud of mystery and desire.

They came to a clearing, a small pond reflecting the moonlight. Without hesitation, they pulled her in close, their lips meeting in a kiss that ignited a fire within her. Their hands were like fire, leaving trails of tingling sensations wherever they roamed.

Each touch sparked a surge of electricity throughout her body. Without any warning, they pressed her body against the rough bark of a tree, making her gasp as she felt the cold wood beneath her thin blouse. Their hands moved up her sides, under her shirt to caress her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps.

Kisses traveled down her neck, tickling lightly, and she felt their warm breath against her earlobe. Their lips brushed against her ear, teasing her as they whispered, Their voice was deep and husky, like the rumbling of a distant thunder. She moaned softly, her head spinning with desire.

The cool air mixed with the scent of the forest and the wet earth and pine needles. They tasted like an aphrodisiac on her tongue. She let her hands explore every inch of their body, tracing every curve, every muscle, and every dimple.

She couldn't get enough of them. She couldn't get close enough. Their kisses trailed down her jawline, moving to her chin, her throat, her collarbone, and finally to the swell of her breasts.

They gently bit her earlobe, making her gasp and whimper. The tingling sensations spread, and she arched her back, wanting more. Her lover's hands moved to her hips, lifting her up, pulling her skirt up with it.

They brought her leg up around their waist, their fingers tracing softly across her clit, as she began to pulse beneath their fingertips. She couldn't help but feel as though she was in a dream. Everything about this person felt otherworldly, and she couldn't get enough of them.

The cool air played with their heated skin as their clothes slowly started to discard to the ground, leaving them exposed under the night sky. Their lips never parted. Their tongues danced and dueled against each other, exploring every inch of each other's mouths, tasting the sweetness of their kisses as they laid her on the ground.

She could feel the dampness of the leaves under her as their hips grinded against her in an unspoken rhythm. The taste of their skin was different, sweeter somehow, like roasted chestnuts and leather and oak, a perfect autumn scent that mingled with the rain-soaked forest. Overwhelmed by the sensation of being wanted, of being desired, she moaned into their mouth.

Her tongue danced with theirs. Their skin felt warm against hers, like a summer day turned into winter. She could feel the pounding of their chest, feel the warmth of their breath as their hands trailed down her stomach, causing her skin to tingle with anticipation.

A soft moan escaped her lips as they nipped at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. They growled, the vibrations rumbling through their chest and into her ear. Their mouth slowly kissed all the way down her body, first teasing her nipples with their tongue.

She could feel the sensation radiating to every part of her body, and all she wanted was more. Their hands pressed firmly into her skin as they traced down her stomach with their tongue, biting her inner thighs before placing her wet clit into their mouth. Her fingers gripped at their hair, intertwining their locks in between her fingers as she tried to get closer.

Her body ached for more as she pushed herself into her lover's face. She pushed them down into the damp earth, her weight pressing against them, feeling them against her thigh. Time melted away into an ethereal haze as they became lost in each other, her lover savoring the taste of her like nectar from the gods.

Nothing else existed in that moment, except for the two of them. She took her time, savoring their essence, stoking the flames of their shared desire until she was trembling on the edge. Her soft moans filled the air as waves of pleasure washed over her until she finally shattered, crying out in ecstasy.

As she came down from her high, she pulled them up for a deep, languid kiss, tasting herself on their lips. As they lay tangled in each other's arms, the mist beginning to dissipate, she couldn't help but wonder about her mysterious lover. Who were they? Where did they come from? And why did they seem to possess a magic that drew her in and never let go? But as the sun began to peek over the horizon, signaling the end of their secret encounter, she knew that she didn't need answers.

She was content to bask in the magic and mystery of time, and to let their passion carry them through the dark and misty southern nights. Days turned into weeks, and she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with her mysterious lover. Each encounter was more intense than the last, their passion growing with each passing moment, and yet there was always an air of mystery surrounding them, keeping her on her toes and constantly craving more.

One night, as they lay together, limbs intertwined and sweat glistening on their skin, she couldn't keep her questions at bay any longer. Who are you? she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on her lover's chest.

They were silent for a moment, their gaze fixed on the ceiling above them. Finally they spoke, their voice barely above a whisper. I am whoever you want me to be, they said, their words holding both a promise and a warning.

She was both frustrated and enchanted by their answer. She wanted to press the question further, but knew now wasn't the time, so she let it lie. As the weeks passed, and the town prepared for the annual Halloween festival, she couldn't help but feel as though she was living in a dream.

The crisp air, the changing leaves, and her mysterious lover all added to the magic of the season, but as the festival approached, so did a sense of unease. There were whispers in the town, you see, rumors of strange occurrences and odd sightings in the woods. Some said it was just the work of overactive imaginations, but others believed that there was something sinister happening in their peaceful town.

Her lover seemed to sense her unease, and one night as they lay together, they told her a story that sent chills down her spine. There's an old legend in these woods, they said, their eyes dark and foreboding. A legend of a witch who lives deep in the woods, her heart filled with bitterness and revenge.

They say that on the night of Halloween, she comes out to seek her next victim, luring them into the woods with promises of love and passion. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread watch over her. It seemed like nothing more than a silly folktale, but the way her lover spoke, with such conviction and fear, made her wonder if there was some truth in it.

But even with this new information, she couldn't stay away. Her desire for them was way too strong, and she found herself drawn to the woods once again on the night of the Halloween festival. They met in their usual spot, but this time there was a sense of urgency and desperation in their embrace.

As they made love under the moonlight, she couldn't help but feel as though they were being watched. She brushed it off as her imagination, but as they lay together, catching their breath, a figure stepped forward into the moonlight. It was a woman, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her eyes filled with a wild and dangerous look.

Her heart raced as she recognized the woman from the myth her lover had told her. It was the witch of the woods. But instead of fear, she felt a strange sense of attraction towards her.

Without a word, the witch knelt beside her, their hands reaching out to touch her face. Her touch was electric, sending a shiver down her spine. The witch's hands moved over her legs, tracing the delicate lace of her panties, tracing the delicate lace of her panties, teasing and tugging at the fabric.

She moaned softly, unable to resist the dark allure that pulled her in. Her lover watched them both, a look of longing and desire etched on their face. She moved closer, feeling the warmth radiating off the witch's body, her heart racing with fear and excitement.

The witch's lips met hers again, hungrily this time, their tongue exploring her mouth and tasting her. Feeling the warmth of their body under her fingertips, their hands moved from her hips, up her back, sending shivers down her spine. The witch's lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone, suckling and nippling at her skin.

She arched her back, unable to resist the sensation. As their mouths met once more, she tasted the sweetness of the witch's skin, feeling the rough texture of her tongue against her own. They were consumed by the night, by each other's touch, their movements growing more urgent.

Her fingers trailed down the witch's back, grazing the soft skin under her fingertips. As the witch pulled away, her eyes locked onto her and she whispered a promise. You will always be mine, always.

And in that moment, she realized that she had been playing with fire, but she didn't care. She was willing to risk everything for this wild and dangerous love, even if it meant crossing paths with the witch of the woods. As the witch disappeared into the darkness, both lovers lay together, their bodies still entwined.