Public sex at a haunted graveyard at night can be an exhilarating experience if you are brave enough to take the challenge. It can be a thrilling adventure, but watch out for the cold spots or you might get an unexpected threesome. I never realized this was a fantasy of mine until I acted it out on the phone. I won’t give you details, but the corpse wasn’t the only thing stiff that night.

Dared to spend the night in the cemetery, I was freaked out, but not enough to turn it down. As the sun set on the ancient graveyard, the once beautiful tombstones seemed to twist and turn into the scariest creatures. It was one of those nights where the fog laid low to the ground, and the trees remained completely silent. Not a whisper of wind, or even a chirp from the usual band of insects. Nothing. Just eerie silence to welcome us through the large iron gates. A large padlock hung around the metal, but there was enough room to slip between the grates.

“BOOOOO,” he laughed.

Screaming, my hand went to my mouth to muffle the cries. I can’t believe he was going to try to get me out of my pants and scare me at the same time. I guess it could work though. Wrapping my arms around his body and buried my face in his chest. He knew he had won and so did I when his hand gripped my ass hard. A blanket tucked under my arm, I follow him deeper into the fog, shivering at a sudden rush of cold air.

“”God, it’s suddenly freezing here. What the hell?” I whispered.

“It’s the ghosts,” he laughed.

It was at that point that I punched him in the arm hard, and pulled away. The humor of it was getting to me. Nothing about all of these dead people was funny. Holding my iphone in my hand, I turned on the flashlight to check out the stones. Most of them turn of the century. I figured by the dates most of them died in a war. If that wasn’t bad, some of the stones were that of an entire family.

The last thing I wanted was public sex in the graveyard, but I promised.

Pointing to a very large platform, he laughed as told me that would be the place. God, whatever happens, forgive me for what I was about to do. I made sure to dress for the occasion. A short skirt and no panties. I knew that I could bend over with easy access to my pussy that way.

“Put your hands on the stone and let me eat that sweet ass from behind,” he growled.

Scared stiff, I bent over the beautiful marble stone, the tips of my fingers laying where the name was etched. Don’t ask me what it was. I felt the presence of the person the moment I touched his final resting place. It was like a strike of lightening through my entire body. A slap to my tight round ass and his mouth followed. Licking up and down the crack of my ass, I moaned out in an unearthly growl. The way his serpent like tongue pushed my soft folds apart, sent an immediate rush of honey down my thighs. If this was public sex, sign me up.

Long licks of his tongue up and down my slit along with the creeping fog sent my body into a waves of uncontrollable shakes. I was going to cum, but why so quick? I never cum in less that 2 minutes. Digging my fingers into the stone, I screamed out like a crying banshee as the first waves of pleasure crushed my entire being. Was I really going to wake the dead with my howls? Probably not, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Public sex in the graveyard couldn’t have been more shocking.

I felt his hands move up the back of my legs, grab my ass, and slam all 8 inches of his cock deep inside of my sopping wet cunt. Shaking from impact, I swear it was 20 degrees colder the moment he was inside of me. Almost as though I was being fucked by an icy cold object. I will be honest, it felt incredible, but I was too scared to turn around to look. What if it was a ghostly fuck? God, if it was, his dick at that point I didn’t care because my body had never taken something so intoxicating in my entire life.

Public sex no matter where you have it can be a screaming adventure, or it can scare you to death. You choose.

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Wanton Witch is a little story or fantasy about a client of mine. Of course, no name ever mentioned, but his story drove me crazy with lustful cravings.

Didn’t anyone tell you to beware of what lurks behind locked doors? Obviously not. Walking alone in the forest he sought nothing more that a little nature hike. It’s spring and the woods have come alive with new growth and animals awakening for their first breath of new air. Soft petals of flowers and the trees have suddenly changed from a dull dark shade of gray, to a beautiful green. Yes, the world is once again awakening after a long winters nap. Never in his wildest of dreams did he believe the story of the Wanton Witch who lurks deep in the forest. Legend has it that once inside of her, she steals a little drop of your soul. Also, she leaves her victims in a sexual heat that can’t be denied.

Do you believe in the Wanton Witch?

A Gypsy by nature and name, the woman is said to be so beautiful that it hurts the eyes to take her in. Hair as dark as a starless night, eyes rich in chocolate, and her body? Well, that is made of heaven and hell. You will decide after one time in the arms of the Goddess.

“Welcome in. I’m sure it’s been a very long walk. Let me make you some tea,” she whispered.

He nodded, his legs weary, almost afraid to tell her that he was lost. “I would like that. Are you out here all alone?” he asks.

Pouring a hot cup of tea, a little herb combined with a little something special. Handing it over, her lips creeping with a smile, “Here. Drink up. It will make you feel so much better.”

Did the lost soul drink the potion?

What do you think? He’s a man, so yes, he fell for the powers of a beautiful woman. A few sips in, he is unable to struggle. Stripped of all clothing, a paralyzed man would feed the Wanton Witch with his seed. Each time he cums she takes a little more. He will now be the perfect pet. Every woman will want him. He will spill his seed in each, taking from them their soul and delivering it back to the beauty in the woods.

“Welcome to my house. Come in and sit while I make you some delicious tea.”

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