("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Nocturnal Visitor By Anonymous *** It was one of those hellish August weeks, heat rising from the asphalt like the devil's fires, too hot and sticky for breathing, let alone doing anything physical. I found redemption in the swimming pool at noontime. (not rated) *** Intoxicated by chlorine, I slid into water that seemed cleaner than anything I'd touched all day, even though my logical brain knew the ramifications of the children's swim hour that had preceded me. Back on land, back on the asphalt, I was sticky and annoyed again within moments. And in that mood, I slogged though the afternoon and an evening meeting in an room without air conditioning. When I finally dragged myself home, the house was like the earth's core, closed in and pulsing with its own heat. I rushed, as much as any overcooked specimen can, to slide open the windows and prop open the doors. Please, God, let their be a breeze tonight, I thought, too wilted to voice the words. I stripped the blankets off the bed, leaving just the sheets, and found my briefest nightgown. I'd no sooner slid into bed, however, when I was up again, discarding the nightie so I could feel the coolness of the percale sheets against my skin. I should've stuffed the sheets into the freezer for a few moments, I thought idly, but that was way too much work. Better to just lie here, motionless, watching the full moon outside the window and pretending it was an ice cube... I was drifting on lunar ice floes when I heard a rustle in the dry grass outside my bedroom window. The breeze? Hallelujah! But no, not the breeze. Feet. A scrabbling sound; feet, head, body silhouetted in the moonlight. Startled, I caught my breath and held still. He came through the window easily, moving with complete confidence, bothered by neither the heat nor the partial darkness. He came straight to me with a boldness designed to intimidate his prey. I must admit it thrilled me. In an instant, he was on the bed, on me. He stretched out full-length. As he pressed against me, the heat of his body was intense; between us, the temperature rose exponentially. He leaned his face close to mine, nose to nose, mouth to mouth, and looked at me with eyes that could see into my soul. And as I reached out to stroke his head, he started purring. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 33