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The House of
Forbidden Delights: Just one of the stories found inside!

One late evening while waiting for the tram, me and
my friend met a girl. She was in her twenties and at first did not seem that
unusual. She sat waiting like us, but had with her a rather large collection of
books. One of which she was in the middle of reading, peering at its fantastic
images and bold text with large round glasses that barely fit her face.

Her books were all hefty tomes on myths, legends, and
the occult. Some were stories; others analyzed the cultures that believed in
them. They covered all the major cultures of antiquity: Greece, Egypt,
even eastern cultures like China
and Japan.
It was a subject that I myself was fascinated with. Nonetheless, I never saw so
many in someone’s possession, particularly while waiting for the tram.

I began to engage this stranger in conversation,
trying to impress with my knowledge. Quickly I found she was out of my league
whilst she corrected me on my lack of understanding. In fact, her knowledge in
the subject of all things supernatural, occult and mythological was
outstanding. So much so, that I thought she must be a teacher or a doctor in
the field.

Yet, she was not a professional scholar. She said
that her knowledge and interest came after an event in her life. Then she began
to spin a strange tale that probably should not have been told in the open so
casually. Nonetheless, it kept me captivated, so much so, that I could not
sleep that night.

* * *

Far off in the country where the idea of a big city
is foreign, and next to the high Rocky Mountains
up on a wooded hill, there lies an old Victorian mansion. It sits lonely on top
of its hill, straining to look down through the verdant green that strangles
the property. Its phantom filled windows are barely seen from the town below
it.

About 150 years ago, it was built for Jennet Rosemary,
for her pleasure and luxury. A mysterious woman of great wealth, but whom very
few had ever seen. There were many stories about her that the town’s
inhabitants rather not tell. Though she raised and sold fine horses, and only
employed woman - as back in those days it was hard for an unmarried woman to
find work. She was believed to be a witch that consorted with devils.

But that was long ago, now there’s just the house. It
has been restored and taken care of, off and on, by different owners and
caretakers through the years. Now it mostly sits alone while trees and vines
try to reclaim it. That was until I had my chance to stay there. I was in the
town of Alpine for business reasons and needed a place to stay. I was attracted
to the old estate immediately. Old places full of history and ghosts always
have intrigued, and nobody seemed to notice or care that I made it my temporary
abode. The current caretaker warned against staying. ‘Pass the day there, if
you like,’ she said, 'beware staying the night.’ I laughed it off, and saw it
as a dare. After all, new discoveries aren’t without their dangers.

At first, the solitude of the deserted place weighed
upon me like a nightmare. I would stay out and work from the library or at the
local cafe when I wasn’t directly dealing with my clients. I would work for as
long as possible, then return home at night jaded and tired, go to bed and fall
asleep.

Before a week had passed, the place began to exert a
weird fascination upon me. It is difficult to describe or to make people
believe, but I felt as though the whole house was a living organism. In
appearances, it was well kept and tidy, with furniture and paintings still
decorating its walls. They were relics left behind by previous owners; some
recent, some old.

Again, I was warned about staying at this estate.
Even some of my clients claimed that visiting it was too much. This, of course,
made me only more interested in its mystery and I began to search the old dusty
rooms and halls for answers to the things that everyone else feared. All I
found was cobwebs and old heirlooms. There was a story somewhere to be found in
the old halls, but it was not ready to tell me just yet.

Perhaps, now that I think about it, the house and the
town that it overlooked had already captured me. I had wondered aimlessly into
the beast’s lair without even paying attention. The house, like a living thing
was slowly and imperceptibly digesting me. Perhaps the process had begun as
soon as I set foot in that place. I distinctly remember the day in which I
became conscious of it.

It was an early summer day, and I was exploring the
fields and wooded hills behind the house. Behind the town lies a wilderness of
which there was none like it. A hidden paradise of fantastic flora cut off from
the rest of the world, and that house acting as its gatekeeper. I felt like a
trespasser without proper invitation as I walked down a verdant path to a
shimmering lake. It was an enchanted place that only nymphs and dryads should
roam.

As the sun sank behind the mountains, a long dark
curtain fell up the stage and the intervening peaks cut short the time in which
light and shade mingle at sunset. I thought about continuing my walk around the
shores when I heard footfalls on the path behind me. I looked back, but there
was no one.

As a looked back across the lake, thinking that the
sound was nothing, I heard them again. It was though a great number of people
were hurrying through the brush-covered path. A strange thrill of delight,
slightly tinged with fear, passed through my frame, and though there was not a
single figure before my sight. I thought I saw a bevy of joyous maidens coming
down to bathe in the lakes deep cold waters. Not a sound was in the valley to
break the silence, but I distinctively heard the maidens’ gay and mirthful
laughs, like the gurgle of spring as they ran past me, in quick playful pursuit
of each other. They did not notice me at all, as they were invisible to me as I
was to them. The lake was perfectly calm, but I felt its still, cold waters
were stirred suddenly by the splash of the many naked arms and legs. The girls
laughed, dashed and spattered water at one another, and their feet tossed tiny
waves up in showers of pearls.

I felt a thrill in my soul - I cannot say whether the
excitement was due to fear, delight, or curiosity. I had a strong desire to see
them more clearly, but nothing was visible. I did not know who these maidens
were but I felt the curtain of 150 years hanging before me. The secrets of the
past were just outside my reach and I did not know how to lift the veil.

As I stood mesmerized in the erotic atmosphere of the
gaggle of young woman in playful bath, I felt inclined to join them. The cold
waters invited me to its refreshing wonders, and I wondered how swell it would
feel upon my naked flesh. However, as I began to pull my shirt up around my
collar a new illusion befell my senses. Unseen before me came something else to
join the maidens to splash about the waters. Again my excitement rose. These
new things were beasts, not the kind found in these mountains or other
wilderness regions of the world. They were the kind found in legends and old
myths. Epic poems and ancient hieroglyphs displayed them as either gods or
monsters to be feared. Here they were treated as something else.

More than ever, I believed that I was just letting my
imagination run wild. Yet, I could not explain to myself why my imaginations
were getting away from me and delving into such naughty ideas on that still,
cold lake that evening. The naked girls bathing did not at all reject the
company of beasts who came to play and splash amidst them. I recognized some of
these beasts from stories I once heard: The Griffon, Unicorn, Kirin,
and Quetzalcoatl. They were a collection of the fantastic from far and wide:
Asia to the Americas.
I felt like I had found the center of an enchanted world.

I couldn’t make sense of the things I did
not see. Why could I hear these things that were not truly there? Why could I
swear that I was watching something, both beautiful and forbidden, unravel
before my tricked senses? My vision began to suggest more than just the
maidens’ gay laughter at the sport of their watery games. The beasts began
touching the maidens in sensual ways that hinted at an intelligence holding
human desires. They were not mere pets or wild animals, but something more born
out of exotic dreams. In every story I had read or heard they were monstrous
villains or great spirits to be worshipped for their powers of nature and
weather. Yet, here they had become lovers and objects of eroticism. Creations
of the mind that held the creativity to try new things, and wonder what kind of
pleasure the touch of fur or feathers, scales and forked tongues would bring.

The maidens would willingly mate with
these monsters just for the pleasure of doing so, not out of love, at least not
the romantic kind, but out of the sport and play of it. They stimulated and
explored creative and fantastic new realms of sensation. In that cold lakes
water I witnessed my first encounter with such an idea as I strained hard to
see through that invisible veil that separated me from that alien world.

The maidens allowed these creatures, with
human hearts and human minds, to touch them shamelessly. They nuzzled and
explored each other with fingers, claws, lips and tongues. Splashing glittering
drops through the fur or feathers to see the how they would glisten in the
evening light. Then they would brush the moisture off to feel their wet bodies
slide through fingers and sometimes their toes, or whilst one would rub a leg
down the others. I now understood what the forbidden fruit was in Eve’s garden
as I watched each maiden look longingly at the low hanging bounty of their
fantastic counterparts. Unlike mortal men, these gods hid their swords inside
themselves with sheaths. The secret to get them to expose their pulsing, wild
cocks was in their swollen sacks. There two ripe seeds hung, filled with
nectar. The maidens knew that if they handled them just right, keeping them
warm with their gentle and explorative touch, that they would be rewarded.

It was then I knew I was witnessing a
sacred and forbidden ritual of carnal lust. My heart fluttered in panic and
anticipation when I realized how far this vision was about to take me. In that
moment of panic, it felt as though the earth itself felt my sudden violent
shutter and with it came a gust of wind, sharp and oppressive. It rippled and
curled across the still lakes waters like a stern guardian, and from the woods
wrapped in the evening gloom there came forth a simultaneous murmur, as though
they were awakening from a black dream. Call it reality or a dream, the
momentary glimpse of that invisible world, 150 years old or older, vanished in
an instant. The mystic forms that brushed past me with their quick un-bodied
steps, and loud, voiceless laughter did not trouble me no more.

I was filled with a lively fear. It must
have been the fantastic Muse, the one that fills people’s thoughts and dreams
with the most peculiar thoughts, which had taken advantage of my solitude in
such a strange and beautiful setting as this. The witch had evidently come to
ruin a poor girl like myself with questionable ideas, as she was prone in
doing. I decided to have a good dinner - to replenish myself and substitute my
desires for another.

The next morning I had all but forgotten
the queer fantasy. With a light heart, I gathered up my things and drove out to
do my work. I was to have written my quarterly report that day, and I expected
to return late. Strangely, I did not finish as I was drawn back to the house -
by what, or for what, I could not say. I felt like they were all waiting and
that I could not delay them any longer. Leaving my report unfinished, I
returned to that home on the hill early that evening.

The first floor of the estate is spacious
and wide, made up primarily of a living room that could be mistaken for a great
hall in its magnificence. So large that great wooden pillars are spaced around
it in order to hold up the mass of the second story above. These pillars are in
turn designed to be both rustic and strangely gothic looking as they form an
arched ceiling appearance similar to what may be seen in a an ancient cloister.
The whole house was an unusual oddity of architectural designs; Victorian
elements mingled with gothic arches and stone gargoyles. When I pushed open the
ornate front door to view this vast open interior, walking past the seemingly
floating, spiral stairwell that twirled into the houses upper lofts, the massive
fireplace at the end of the great room was lit with a bonfire of glowing embers
that made me think it the gates to hell.

As I stood bewildered, my hair on end in
ecstatic delight, I thought that such gates must have been pushed open by the
great serpent of temptation. There spread before me was a great carnal scene.
The scents of perfume and essence lingered on top of the smell of raw sex,
sweat, and musk. In-between the rows of those ancient pillars came the sounds
of sweet laughter and pleasure mixed with the strange music of a guitar, the
jingle of ornaments, the growls of beasts and the songs of exotic birds.

The extravagance of the past was somehow
filling my senses with sensations of decadence brought from the four corner of
the world. Hedonistic delights of sinful sex in all its forms were echoing
through that den as men and woman abandoned a god fearing world of
sensibilities, and embraced the monstrous demons in an orgy of carefree
delight. They were not grotesque horrors that evoked fear and disgust, but an Eden of beasts parading
and perverting a semi-human form. This storybook of fairytale monsters were
violating the laws that nature set forth as they embraced each other as though
such laws never existed in the first place. Flesh and fur rolling into each
other as wine spilt or was poured to be lapped up in the crevices of the
friction. Bodies squeezed together until they seemed to merge, the many
becoming a single whole. I wondered if the mystery of how the mismatching
features of things; such as the Chimera and Gryphon, were not the creation of
this mad science experiment where sex was the means of creation.

Oil glistened and reflected the erotic
flames of passion, ignited from erect nipples and throbbing phalluses; most of
which were buried in soft, deep pits of flesh or in succulent lips drizzled in
honey and wine. The monstrous beasts’ appearances came in an exotic assortment
of colors and designs of bright oranges and reds, and plumages of emerald
greens and sapphire blues. While those who remained in human form played with
the sweet and sensual shapes of their bodies of silky skin, which came in
various shades of tans and brown. A perfect harmony was kept with the rhythms
of their unity. For all the wrongs in the kinks displayed: the mass orgy of
double or even triple penetrations, the anal play and the foot massages, the
bondage and the bukkake, and all with an assortment of men and woman whose
bodily shapes fell in some strange mythical realm between human and
monstrosity.

Yet, they were all consenting,
intelligent, and merry; reveling in the strange joys that their unique bodies
could provide each other. I began to fall under the spell as I began to
question the acceptance of such things. For all the strange and unrealism of
what I thought I was seeing, it was nothing more that an indulgence in sexual
sensations. Powers to choose the form you could posses and take pleasure in
enjoying the nuances of its features with great company. If such powers were
possible, I might have found myself trying out the new sensations in naughty
perverse fashion. Alas, it was again just an illusion. A strange daydream in a
place of phantoms that was gone again in an instant with the movement of
shadows as sunlight waned through the windows.

I laughed in great glee at my curious
illusion as I stared into the dark and empty reality that was covered in dust
and cobwebs. The old house creaked with its age as I went about preparing my
meal and sat with a newspaper at the antique dining room table. Nevertheless,
even after I had finished my dinner and went to bed, the idea of what I
believed to be a vision of another reality pervaded my dreams. The phantoms of
this place were not the usual type of dread and warning. They wanted to share
their secrets with me as it sent their mistress to fetch me.

During the middle of the night, after I fell asleep
from staring at a radiant star through the window of the room I chosen as my
own, there came a gentle push to move me awake and from my bed. She did not say
a word, but beckoned me with five fingers bedecked with rings of splendor. I
followed her cautiously, and though not a soul save myself was there in the
many rooms of that deserted place of slumbering sounds and echoes, I feared at
every step I must be careful, lest I wake the slumbering forms sprawled about
the palace. Their naked bodies still glistening in the darkness from the oils,
sweat and semen, and their lips curled into satisfied smiles from their
pleasurable endeavors. It was no wonder that they had all collapsed where they
lay, many still fully tied to their partners by fleshy pleasure knots at the
base of their cocks.

Slowly through the many rooms I was taken, some of
which I had never seen. Each one held the aftermaths of the carnal bath of
bodies and pleasure I had seen earlier, and each held its own erotic theme of
ancient worldly pleasures. One room was like a great Egyptian temple filled
with old gods. The feline beauty Bastet, divine mother of love and war, lay
peacefully with her two cohorts. Anubis, the jackal headed god, had finished
judging her with his divine scepter. The obsidian black phallus still rested
peacefully in her tomb of life. The other was a human woman lightly clothed in
servant dress who slept soundly on Bastet’s breast. The black jackals strong
arms wrapped around her to weave a peaceful scene. Perhaps it was symbolic of
something, or perhaps it was just these beings, neither fully human nor divine,
just wanted to have sex.

It was the same whereever I followed the beckoning
figure. A span of different times and cultures were crossed with each new
doorway I passed through. Dragons with their captured maidens did rest with one
on top of the other. A great Greek beast, a Minotaur, had finished herding his
mares in this wild maze, his seed spilt like rich milk across each one. His
bounty of beautiful men and woman now clamored over his unconscious conquered
form, to smother him in the peaceful afterglow of their rigorous sexual finale.

I followed breathless at these sights of silent
wonder. My invisible guide took me to places 'I do not know where’. What
endless dark passageways, long corridors, silent solemn audience chambers, and
close secret dungeons of lust did I cross! Each one forbidden, each one an
aftermath of some carnal sin that should be depraved and unwholesome. Yet, I
only found a peaceful satisfaction of something unique and strangely intimate.
A fantasy come to life in the most private reaches of desire. Lewd and perverse
for sure, but also it could be delightfully fun.

My fair guide, though I could not see her, was not
invisible to my mind’s eye. She was a radiant beauty with fiery red hair; a
bright ruby of a lady who was befitting of any fairytale you were to find her
in, and just as dangerous as the color would suggest. Her clothing was loose
and only there to insinuate her seductive body that was not at all unfamiliar
with the throes of sex, but in her sash a curved knife lay close to her waist.

At last my fair guide stopped before a deep red
screen, she beckoned and pointed beyond the veil. I stood for a moment not sure
if I should obey. My guide did nothing but continue to beckon as though this
room was meant for me. So I carefully held up a fringe of the screen to catch a
glimpse of a part of the room spread with a rich carpet. Something was sitting
inside on a bed. I thought it was a person, but my experiences thus far on my
journey told me otherwise. At first all I caught was a glimpse of was his feet.
They were black and cloven with tufts of hair sprouting around the ankles. As a
lifted the veil higher the vision of human form became clearer, but the black
beast’s traits were unmistakable. I raised the veil up those tantalizing legs
to his fine ass resting on the bed, stopping when his proud aroused cock came
into light. Instantly I knew it was meant for me, and I recoiled in shock and
horror at the thought that I was invited to this monstrous orgy of carnal
delights. The black beast was waiting for me with all the delights of
temptation. On one side, there was fine plump fruit aplenty on a bluish crystal
tray. Two small glasses and a gold tinted decanter were also waiting. A
fragrant intoxicating vapor, issuing from a strange sort of incense that burned
within, overpowered my senses. Everything about the room was meant to entice
me. A part of me truly wanted to give into the temptation presented and
experience it all, but the beast inside, whose musk mingled with the essence
and smelled of fire, would burn my soul with his searing cock.

With trembling heart I found myself sitting on my bed
sweating heavily, again I realized the visions were never there. The idea,
however, was firmly planted in my mind. I could still see that great black
beast and his gorgeous cock sitting on that bed as clear as though I was still
lifting that veil. I never lifted the veil to look into that beast-man’s eyes,
I was afraid of what I would find. I knew who he was, but I could not
understand his relations with all the fables of the world. They were all here
in this house indulging in fantastic pleasures that stimulated the senses. Yet,
the one that awaited me was the most forbidden of all the black shadows, and
yet, all I could see was a sprawling Eden
were the serpent had taken over the garden. That was the close of only one of
my Nights; but there was a thousand nights left.

A great discord began to follow between my days and
nights. During the day I would go to work worn and tired, cursing the
bewitching night and her empty dreams, but as night came my daily life with its
bonds and shackles would appear petty, and false, a ludicrous vanity.

Nightfall would always catch and overwhelm me in a
snare of strange intoxication. I was transformed into some unknown personage of
legend and yore that went on a great adventure of the senses where great
fantastic beasts still roamed. I would walk throughout the garden and wonder at
all I came across. It was filled with the delights of paradise as men, woman
and monstrous beast indulged in all the pleasures of the senses. Beauty,
sensuality, romanticism, and even a playful cuteness overwhelmed my sight as
they all shared their bodies with one another. In great halls of marble and
gold or in palaces of Persian sultans they drank and became merry. Then
throbbing cocks would emerge from monstrous bodies in pinks or hues of blue and
silver. Each monster’s cock, like the uniqueness of their owners’ bodies’
shapes and forms, was armed with unique adaptations for dealing out pleasure.
Adaptations they used to conjoin themselves into the orifices of waiting
partners. Knots, studs, frills and interesting shapes all sliding slowly or
vigorously into vaginas or anuses. Like the different flavors of fruits or the
different tastes of wine, the adaptations of their cocks and vaginas would
stimulate the nerves to create different flavors of pleasure - complimented by
further adaptations of each lover’s bodies that were used to squeeze and hold
flesh, or feel the soft warmth of skin and fur. Tongues explored to taste these
same sensations as salty, sweet and musky flavors. Like a banquet, there was so
much to chose from, and endless gourmet of flavors to explore forever.

There was the hulking Minotaur of half man and bull
roaming the maze. His body bulged with strength, and his cock was equally
impressive. His cock was a bright red spear, a third horn between his legs that
would gore his victims deep. They would gasp and groan at such a thing as he
delivered fresh hot milk from his two large gonads that hammered his lovers’
asses as they swung.

The dragon with scales of gold flew around his
maiden’s tower singing songs of his desires. When he perched upon her sill and
his sleek slender form curled his way inside her home in secrecy, the maiden
waiting would then press her naked body against his warm scales that glistened
like hard metal but felt of a wonderful new material to unearthly to describe.
From his nostrils he snorted a short torrent of wonderful purple flame, and
then he licked her with a long coiling tongue from her shoulders to her ass. So
long was his tongue that he could kiss her all at once, sliding it between her
legs and through the moist crevices of her slit and have it reach up again to
tickle her belly.

In the waters of the great fountains and lakes, there
were the mermaids with silver scales and fair skin. They wait like sirens on the
shore as their lovers, both man and monstrous beast, clamor closer to hear
their songs. They slip into the cool, refreshing waters and are taken
immediately, dragged down into mysterious depths as lips were locked together.
The mistresses of the sea would fill their mates’ lungs with the blue air of
the sea as their tongues swirled against the tongues of their lover - A long
embrace into the deep dark of mystery.

All of this and more I witnessed in my nightly
journeys and life long quest in a house that wasn’t a house, but a garden of
delights that wasn’t real. Echoes of pleasure came up out of empty shadows and
fairies with glittering wings danced and piled on top of each other in great
sexual masses in the still dust and creaking boards of that old abode.

Even though I watched in awe and wonder, listened to
the beautiful music, and smelled the exotic scents; I was faced with the
forbidden tree with its branches hanging low just for me. The red haired woman
maddens me as she takes me to the great black beast waiting in my bed. His
searing black cock awaited to sear my insides as his body tosses me about. All
I had to do was cross that veil into his threshold. To pluck the fruit like the
serpent told me to.

Sometimes, throughout even the day in the shadow next
to mine, or when looking in a mirror, I would see a reflection of that handsome
beast with a curling crown of golden horns at my side. His fruit was ripe and
heavy and promised all to itself a heavenly experience. It would twitch and he
would smile a wicked grin as he whispered voicelessly that all I needed to do
was grab hold of him. With one bite, I would be whisked away. He enticed me
with his soft words and his glances of intense passion glowing in his dark
eyes. His body strong, rugged and wild covered in intensely dark satin fur. He
would reach out to touch me, wrapping his arms around me as his muzzle brushed
ever so lightly against my nape, only to vanish in a blaze of mist and heat. It
was a wild gust of wind, laden with the fragrance of the hills and earth behind
that house. A perfume of seduction and temptation that tenderly kissed and
touched my skin even when I could not see him.

One evening I decided to go out in my car to leave
that place - but his perfume and earthy essence implored me to stay - but I
would not listen that day as my mind was made. Yet, as I took my jacket and my
suitcase down a sudden whirlwind, crested with the earth of those mountains and
its wild scents and the fiery perfume of the black beast presence caught up all
my belongings and whirled them round and round, while a loud peal of hearty
laughter rose higher and higher. I could not go out for a ride that day, and by
the next day, I gave up for good.

That night I heard the inviting whispers of the mysterious
woman in red. I could not see her, only her voice floated in from somewhere
from deep within that house. From below my bed, below the floor, even below the
stony foundation, her voice cried out and implored me: 'Oh, sweet dreamer,
break through these doors of hard illusion and escape with me. Taste the sweet
wonders of fantastic impossibility. Do not listen to the world’s fears as you
press him to your heart. Ride through the woods and hills that only your
wildest imagination has ever known.’

Who am I? How can I break through the illusion? I can
lift the veil and see what awaits me and I do tremble at the idea of letting
him touch my sacred flesh with his black paws of lust. I know that as he laid
me into his arms and wooly chest that he would take care of me. I am a precious
thing he must posses like all the other riches of this palace. He would spend a
great time holding me, my pure and naked self, touching and rubbing my white
skin against his deep darkness. His body would be hot, so hot like the
forbidden fires in which he was born. I fear him burning my soul but he will
not allow me to protest. For if I break the boundary of this illusion he shall
surely take me like the beast. He will force me on all fours and I shall feel
his dark spear plunge so deep into me that there will be no recovery, and no
coming back. I can already imagine it burning my insides as I melt away from
the pleasure of it all. Moreover, even though he is the beast, his movements
will be slow and tender, that is what confuses me the most. Am I to fear him as
a monster while he dominates my body like a man; a lover who cares not of his bodily
form, or mine. Through this bond of which I enjoy the fruit in his garden, will
its knowledge free me, or make me learn a horrid truth of why it is so
forbidden? At that point it will not matter for his seed will soak my insides,
and I shall forever be marked by it, perhaps even sire a new generation with
it. I do not know if it will be for the good or ill of humankind.

All the voice did was laugh, I have no clue if it was
at me or at the words I spoke. I then opened my eyes and saw that it was
already light. I got up, dressed, and went to have my morning meal. But then I
said, No, I can stay here no longer.’ With that the very next thing I did was
pack up and moved away to my office.

I could not escape the thoughts and words I had
spoken or had seen. The image of the black beast and all his cohorts haunted me
still, not as visions or illusions, but as a stain in the recesses of my soul.
I threw my pen down and closed my ledgers, as it was impossible to work. The
image of my words filled my thoughts full. The black beast was behind me and I
fell back into him; every curve fitting his and his to mine. His knees molded
into my legs. My elbows fit into the curved bend of his own arms as his hands
reached to hold mine. My head hung low under his chin, which he rested upon my
crown. I imagined it all, even the feel of his black cock fitting between my
thighs as he pushed his way between my legs to point it proudly out in front of
me. There I would admire it as though it were my own, grasping it tightly in my
hands. I explored his cock as if it was a part of me, tugging, rubbing, and
wanting to feel what it was like to have the orgasm of a beast, a devil. Our
white torrent rained down, our bodies never unfolding away from each other as
we reacted with uncontrollable, wild seizures of pleasure. I could feel every one
of his forbidden contraction push through me.

My mind and body were restless - there was no escape.
I needed answers to my melody and in the evening I left my office and drove
many miles once again to that town with the house where such dreams reside. I
went to the caretaker of that forbidden place, whom must know all its secrets,
demanding, 'Tell me the meaning to all this!’

What I gathered from that old woman, Ms. Weatherly,
was this: That all that I had seen and witnessed was true. The house was a
gathering place of fantastic and erotic ideas. A place of unsatisfied longings
and lurid flames of wild blazing pleasures, raged within its halls. That the
curse of all the hidden fancies and forbidden desires from all ages past and
all peoples now long forgotten had made its every stone thirsty, and eager to
swallow up any who would grace its halls. Not one who lived there for three
consecutive nights had escaped it.

I pleaded: 'is there no means whatever of my
release?’ The old woman said: ’ There is only one means, and that is very
difficult. I will tell you what it is, but first you must hear the history of a
young wealthy woman with hair like fire, and her history with the lusts of
human desires found in the tales of antiquity and the imaginations of men.

* * *

Just at that moment, the loudspeaker announced that
the tram was coming. So soon? We hurriedly packed up our luggage as the tram slowly
eased its way to a stop. A young woman, whose bright red hair contrasted
heavily against the noise of a passenger window, looked to have been just
aroused from slumber when she caught sight of our fellow companion and all her
books. She cried, 'Hello,’ and took her into her own crowded compartment where
she was swallowed up by all the noise of the bustling station. We had no chance
of finding out neither who that woman was nor what was the end of the story.

I said, 'She was evidently either crazy or taking us
for fools and imposed upon us out of fun. The story is pure fabrication from
start to finish.’

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