**Warning: The following story is graphic. Viewer Discretion is advised.**
Aries peered through the glass of her window and watched sheets of rain pour steadily from the sky. The wind was so strong that it blew the rain sideways and caused the trees to sway dangerously close to the ground. Hard splatters of rain pelted her window, while lightening strikes flashed repeatedly. A storm was coming.
She braced herself for the loud crackle of thunder that sounded the sky and snuggled deeper into her seat. It was a cushioned bench built into the window – the perfect place to stretch out, read a book and watch nature. She enjoyed fiction stories the most as she was able to escape reality and become lost in the wildness of the characters’ lives. For a story to truly wet her tastebuds, it had to be haunting, intriguing and lustful. The story she currently read was about a dangerous sex cult – it was freaky and downright evil – and she couldn’t stop herself from being absorbed into the story.
As Aries turned the next page, she found her hand sliding beneath her silk robe to her naked thighs. Her hand moistened with heat as it hovered above the sweet fruit of her folds. She used her other hand to turn the book over and then gently toyed with her nipple, pulling and tugging the pebbled flesh until tears stung her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and began to stroke her bud. Her eyelids slid close and her third eye opened, awakening the strength of the other four senses. The eye swept through her thoughts for haunting memories and landed on a recent rendezvous with the owner of her favorite bookstore.
Suddenly, his phantom hands sprung from her memory and began to rub all over body. As his nails dug into the flesh of her arms, her fingers stroked furiously, causing her bud to harden under the intrusion. Her third eye grew wider, bringing more sensations from her memory to life; she was now in the healthy living section of the bookstore, bent over the love seat, moaning the name of the owner as he growled behind her. She cried out as his phantom hands slid to her root chakra and caressed it in slow agonizing circles.
Her body convulsed and stiffened as pleasure waves rippled from her crown to her toes. Her head lolled to one side and rested against the cool surface of the rain-battered window. She squinted her eyes open, allowing her third eye to close gracefully, and the hands to slither back into her memories. As her teeth released their grip on her bottom lip, her tongue slid across the chafed skin and tasted fresh blood. She took her finger off of her now sensitive bud, swiped her lip and gazed at the dark red blood before popping her finger into her mouth to taste.
“Mmmm…” she moaned. The taste was ripe and tart like a raspberry. She smiled darkly to herself and turned the book back over, picking up where she left off. Stormy days were truly her favorite.
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