The Other Side (closed)

[shizzz]

it was her, but it wasnt her. it was the love of his life adn it was the end of his life

he reeled with no idea what to do, normally he would be coming and going, occasionally breaking things adn scaring people out. but with her here it was impossible to leave, he was attracted to her in too many ways

But with that strange encounter, he didnt dare leave either. He had to understand that he had too knoe

He circled in th ebasement trying to figure out what to do, scare her, or kill her, or drive her off, or let her live here in peace

Too many options. he decided then to watch, adn wait, adn maybe test just a little bit

 

[teasingSophie]

"Sophie and Lance, June 1861"
That appeared in a thin writing in a corner of the back, almost dissapeared with the passing of time, but it was still there. A few trying of Google-Fu didn't answer her questions, so Sophie moved out to the town library. She lost herself in old articles and stuff. The history of the town, everything she could need.
And she discovered the tragic story of that young Lance, supposed to go to war, cooming to the house and find his wife's warm arms for another two days, just to be murdered by a random and agressive bruglar who was roaming in the house. Per chance for her, Sophie was not home but was coming back with a friend of the family, Lance's best friend. Amd theya had called the authorities. No one could find the burglar, but some things missing in the house were a proff of that terrible accident.
Sophie found a couple of pictures of her... her historical twin that, more surpising, wore the same name. She was cyring at her newly-wed Lance at the arm of that best friend. Everyone in the city had felt pity for her and she had moved in a smaller house, wanting to avoid memories of her husband. Sophie had later married Lance's best friend who did his best to gently help her in life.
Sophie, our today's Sophie, felt tears run to her eyes as she read it. And she was thinking about linking this story to the strange things that had happened...

All this took her most of the day. It was already near sunset when she walked out of the library. Her mind was walking randomly among all the things she had learned. She had stopped ofr a moment about an article interviewing the angry and raging mother of Lance, who was talking about that demonness who had bewitched her dear son and murdered him because she was too full of lust to have him only and that she needed the money and so on. But the journal had not taken this into account and related it as the crazyness of a woman who losot her only child.

Sophie ended at a little fast food and sat for a while, chewing on a tasteless burger and thinking about the following things. Would she go back to the house? Of course, she wasn't the kind to avoid something as strange and new and defying as this. How? Alone? Armed?
Too late to go to the "mystical shop" she had seen in the street. Perhpas there would be some stuff to defend herself.
She finally took a deep breath and decided to go back home.

And so she did. Opening the door and saying a loud "Hello, I'm home", like a taunt to the strange forces roaming around. She put on all the lights in the hall, kitchen and living room and went to her office, turned on the computer and put the webcam on recording mode. She took her flashlight close to her. She kept her jeans and top on and installed on the sofa for another night, not daring at first to close her eyes... untill sleep happenend to be too strong...

 

[shizzz]

She had been gone all day, and by the time she came back the sun had just dipped slow the horizon

As the light of the work faded and the shadows grew, so did his presence. By he just watched wr and waited. Seeing her set several things up an read on a book or two, and workin with her computer. He had no idea what she was doing, but the whole while he watched. He remembered her as his wife. He remembered thy she wasn't his wife, sometimes confusing it all, but most I all he remembered that taste of life she had given him

He wanted that again

He watche sheer slowly drift off to sleep in the sofa and he hovers close to her. Slowly he settled onto her, letting his incorporeal form slip into her. He focused on that feeling of life and lust. Hoping she would soon resonate with him. He concentrated on those feelings as she dreamed, his body merged with hers, his thoughts seeping into hers. His lust stokin her fires

 

[teasingSophie]

Sophie was sleepnig on her couch... sleeping deep... dreaming...

Sophie was in her house... It was June 1861 and she was home alone in the kitchen. And she heard Lance come home. Her heart banged in her chest. her man wa sback home after work. She was cleaning some dishes in the sink and had to finish. But then she felt him stand right behind her, she smelled his smell. She felt his hands on his hips and she giggled. Turning her face back over her shoulder, she looked at him smiling...
- Hello dear, let me finish this, will you...?
But his smile, his look, his position so close to her behind her, the moves of his hands, all let her know that he wasn't going to let her finish. That was nice to know thta someone could want you so much. It was good to know you were an object of desire. At the same time she knew it was quite naughty to have sex like that in the day just for the purpose of it... But his hands, his body behind, she was feeling that welcomed heat in her lower belly grow... Oh she loved him so much. It was passion...

 

[shizzz]

He could feel the strength coming to him. He began to thrum with it. Her body seemed to ease him out of hers. But as he was pushed out, his being confirmed to hers. He felt her hot breath, her firm breasts heaving with every breath. The quickening of her heart and a carnal hear that courses through her

His body began to fade into existence as a thin mist. He leaned back a bit, letting his hands slide ove her form, just barely caressing her, his hands slid over her stonach, her thighs, and her breasts. He groaned softly as energy seemed to pour into him through his hands, and it became easier to feel her. Easier, an better.

He leane close, breathing ona she breathed out. Then he slid his fingers along her jaw, down her neck, and over one breast, watching as e skin dimes slightly from the force of his touch. It was almost effortless. And normally to touch the world like this would leave a spirit sapped of all strength for months, and that's with plenty to draw on to boot!

He grinned lasciviously as his other hand slid up alon her inner thigh , higher and higher

This time he would go easy, this time she would
Never know. Not this time anyway. And his hand slowly felt her nipple begin to harden against his palm

 

[teasingSophie]

Sophie turned around to face Lance, leanig back against the sink, facing him with a smile. he was smiling too. She felt his finger trace a way down along her jaw and down towards her breasts. His other hand was running upwards, pulling her dress up and caressing along her thigh. She was breathing more deeply now. Her husband was so tender, so nice, so gentle. She arched back, her nipples now hard with the urge to have pleasure...

 

[shizzz]

He felt the heat pulse through him as she dreamed her body moving slightly, her back arched just a little and her legs slid apart. He grinned as his body slowly faded into existences. A faint blue body became visible, transparent, but visible. Her body fe his. His hands slid over her chest again, groping at the warm soft flesh. One hand slidin down over her flat stomach, then down along her inner thigh. He could feel the what if her

His other hand slid to the buttons of her blouse. He had wanted not to be noticed, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed to touch her skin. The feel of her skin had been like pure bliss. He watche dad he slowly undid one button after
The other, watching her full cleavage become exposed. Her bra was a white lace that felt silly and thin as his finger skid over it, tea ing the line f her full chest.

 

[teasingSophie]

Leaning back agaisnt her kitche sink, Sophie wa smoaning. The hands of her husband were everywhere on her, on the omst sensitive places. He opened her dress and lowered the upper part to expose her breasts. He was there and down on her upper thighs which she parted for him, giving him access to her most intimate part. She was enojying that moment so much...

 

[shizzz]

He wondered about her dream, but he couldn't really care. Her body was writhing beneath him as she slept, and he could only curse that she was not upstairs in her bed, in clothes that he might exploit with out her being aware. He couldnt risk scaring her. He needed to understand this

He looked down, seeing her full breast through his hand, but he was hardly even exerting himself, energy just flowed into him. His body was pressing into hers, her soft skin yielding or his hand as he slid his fingers bak and forth over her nipple. The stiff flesh sending jolts of hunger through him.


His other hand slid up and down between her thighs, feeling a furnace through her jeans. He ached to undo them, to feel. Not only to actually feel her. But to feel her slick hot sex, that made him groan. He needed better access to her. He needed her. He needed to take her, and have her, but he couldn't scare her.

He smiled as he decided to try and move her. But this time he would do it more peacefully. He went to the table and found the picture she had found. He picked
It up and put it on the table. Then he slid another book off the table, letting it crash to the floor. With that sudden noise, she jolted upright. With that sudden shock, he lost his energy. But she may have seen him. That filmy blue shadow of a man who looked just like the picture on heritable now

 

[teasingSophie]

SOphie was leaning back over the sink, moaning... and Lance stepped back... and
BANG!
Sophie woke up in a second at the sound. She was on her couch... Her blouse was open, her bra had been touched and moved. Her nipples were hard, she was feeling so much aroused.. so much... A flash of blue light near the table, a human form,vague... a man... Reminding her of someone...
Sophie stood up, pulling her blouse around her. She was panting. She felt her wet and hot count, so excited. She was in a state of sexual need that she never had known before.
She moved to sit in front of her computer, and began working on it.
Sophie rolled the movie back and began watching her.... asleep...her body writhing on the couch. And that blue flickering. As it moved on, the form was more and more visible, caressing her breasts, her thighs, opening her blouse. She was afraid. But she also knew that she liked that. She was bitting her lower lip, understanding that she was either becoming mad or discovering another world behind hers... There... The man laying over her... He turned his face and...
"Damnit" she whispered, and grabbed the frame... It was Lance!
She stopped the movie, watching that ghostly Lance covering her with arousing touch and kisses and her own body responding positively.... That couldn't be true.... But... there it was in front of her.
Sophie sighed and leaned back on her chair.

 

[shizzz]

he watched her get up. He watched wr shock as she realized te state of her clothes. Lance instantly cursed himself. He couldnt afford to scare her away yet. He needed to learn more, try more

She got up and went over to her computer. He just shook his head, electronics were the first to become unreliable when a ghost drew in energy, but he froze as she watched the video. Since all of his energy had come from her, the video was crystal clear


The sound of his name on her lips made him throb. He pulsed. He vibrated.

In the room, just over her shoulder, a soft white light pulses in and out of existence twice, then stopped

He had never been compelled to cross into the plane like that

He froze looking into her gorgeous face, the look of shock, slowly bleeding into curiousity. He drew as much as he had strength to draw and yelled

"it is I"

Over her shoulder, she
Heard the faintest whisper on the wind

"It is I"

 

[teasingSophie]

"It is I"
The whisper made her shiver and look over her shoulder with eyes wide... Sophie stood up slowly, looking at the slightly blinking little bulb of light hung in the air.
"Lance...?"
Her voice was soft, as she couldn't even believe all this. This couldn't be real, this couldn't exist. It was a ghost story, and ghosts appear only in movies. This... No... Sophie shook her head in denial...

"Who's making fun of me? What's the trick?"
Louder...
"If you want to make me run from the house and buy it at a low cost, I won't be scared by that you know."
This was too much... She stepped back against the wall.

 

[shizzz]

He could hear her, but his strength was fading, the acts of lust he had engaged with et were draining to him and that last cry had been harder then he had imagined

The flowing ball faded to a speck of dust, slowly drifting back to the stairs and up to her room

The place where he passed, in the bedroom, was we're he had the best tie to the corporeal world. He sat there, pulsing his energy, hoping she might see, but his strength was fading, and soon he drifted into the emptiness of the netherworld

 

[teasingSophie]

Sophie looked at the diminishing ball of dim light moving upwards to the sleeping room... to her sleeping room... She took a deep breath, looking around. Her gaze fell on the old-fashioned dress she had brought from the basement. The dress... So much looking like the one the old-time Sophie was wearing on the picture.

Sophie took a deep breath...

She took her clothes off and put on the dress. It was a very nice ball gown that should have costed so much to her. Dupioni silk adorned with black lace trim. Sophie wasn't used to the tightly corseted top and it took her a moment to put it on correctly ; it cut her breath a bit and enhanced her breasts. The feeling of the fabric on her skin was smooth, very nice. She arranged her hair and did her best to put it rather like on the picture.

Another big breath... smaller because of the tight dress anyway.

And she made her way upstairs. OPened the door. There, in the middle of her room... A little blinking ball of dim light. She blinked, closed her eyes an instant as her head suddenly felt dizzy. And when reopening her eyes she found herself in her room... no, the other Sophie's room. Old-time furnishing, silk sheets. A vague and dim mannish silhouette was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at her... In his eyes was a mix of pain, hate and love. It was Lance... Sophie took anther step and entered the room... her bedroom...

 

[sad_molly]

Lance had been apprenticed to a blacksmith, with his broad shoulders and thick muscles it was an easy adjustment. Then he was called into the civil war, being a man of integrity he had believed firmly in freeing the slaves.

He had left on a cold winter night, kissing his betrothed farewell and promising to return victorious. But their had been some sort of mix up, and the train the day they were going to leave had been recalled, telling them they were gonna leave in two days. So he ran back to her house, ecstatic that he would be able to spend another two days with her. He had stumbled into her house, and found her with another man. As soon as he stepped in she had screamed of rape and Lance had grabbed the man and spun him around, but just before he could swing at him, he felt a cold stab of steel in his chest. He looked down to see the hilt of a dagger sticking out of his ribs.

He looked up at the assailant....it was his best friend! He gurgled something in response, but the world was growing dim as it turned sideways and he heard a thud. He had just collapsed to the ground when he heard his believed say to the rapest

"Oh honey you didn't have to kill him" In an even tone, she wasn't even upset! Lance had been betrayed by the two most trusted people in his life, and as the darkness faded he screamed. It only came out as a gurgle in the real world, but as his spirit ascended the cry bellowed out across the nether world, his pain and fury echoing back to him from an eternal abyss.

He found himself stuck there, flashing in and out as the building changed, but always stayed the same. Lives lived and moved through the old house, adn he forever haunted the place of his betrayal. It was his hell.

He had no control of when he came or left, but he could never remember where he went when he wasn't here, time would just jump forward for him

This time he found a slender brunette with box upon box in his house

As she unpacked and set up she began to decorate the house, but a few of the things seemed to bring back the memory, the end, the betrayal to him. SO as he gathered strength in the night he wold knock them off and try to break them in furious fits in the dark witching hours of the night, never truly to far from those dark endings of his life

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[shizzz]

Suddenly he found himself on his past. In his house. But there in the doorway she was

She looked at him, her tight dress making her seem all the more gorgeous as her racing heart had her chest swelling with each breath

"It's you? But how" he said a she stepped closer. Putting his hands on her hips and pullin her close. That same electric thrill rippled trough him as he touched her. It was her!!!

He didn't care where they were. He kissed her. The feel of real hot lips on his own was something he had never expected to feel again

Her body pressed to his, her breath mixing with his own as his lips slid along hers and the kiss grew hungrier, hotter, deeper

 

[teasingSophie]

Like in a dream, Sophie moved to Lance... no, to the ghost, the furniture was a ghost too, it all was strange. A dream, something different. It wasn't real. But her racing heart, her quicker breath, her hotter belly, her shivering thighs, it was all so true, so real. She abandoned herself in his arms, feeling him hold her firmly and delicately at the same time with his hands on her hips, she leaned her face for a kiss, welcoming him with parted lips, Their tongues mixed together. She put her arms around his neck, holding him tight...
Sophie slightly broke the kiss...
"Who are we? Where are we? What's happening Lance?"

 

[shizzz]

"We are in between" he told her, not sure himself, but he could feel this strange limbo. As he helad her he cold feel her body, it sent shivers through his body. His hadns slid up her back, catching one of th ties on her dress, he tugged it free, feeling her dress slacken on her shoulders

"I don't know whats happening, but I know what i want" he said before he kissed her again, his lips slipping over hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth to slide over her own. His hadns sliding up ther shoulders, sliding the dres down her shoulders slowly

 

[teasingSophie]

"I know what I want too Lance..."
Sophie was feeling more and more aroused as the ghost untied her dress. She felt her body freeing, her breath easier. She held in Lance's arms, tight against him, kissing him with passion, abandoning herself as the dress was slowly going off her shoulders.

 

[shizzz]

he growled at her acknowledgement. He has been so alone so long. He did not know what this place was, but he could feel her!!

His hands tugged at her dress. He broke the kiss as his strong muscular hands practically tore the dress off of her. Her full breasts bounced free as the dress fell to her waist

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her close, feeling the soft
Flesh I her breasts flatten against the thick muscles of his chest and stomach. His hands slid over her shoulders, down her back to catch her dress
Again. Rather then shoving it down he simply pulled it apart. He ripped the dress from her, and crushed her against him again. He could feel her!!!


Every inch of her hot silly flesh agains him bled heat into his own form!!

 

[teasingSophie]

The way he took the dress off, so firmly, tearing it off in fact. The way he held her tight between those difference tearing of dress. All that was so exciting. Sophie was feeling the tickling, the growing heat, between her thighs... And from what she felt against her stomach, this ghost seemed really excited too.There was a hard shaft throbbing against her belly as they were holding each other so close. He was naked... although he seemed to be wearing clothes only seconds earlier. Sophie was cuddling against hime, her body pressed on his, her hands caressing his back, her face tilted upwards with parted lips that called for voluptuous kisses....

 

[shizzz]

He leaned down and kissed her. Her full lips slidin over hers as their tongues became entangled. His hands slid down over her back, slipping over her plump ass and squeezing it. He scooped his hands under her ass and lifted her up. He held her close as he turned, Latin her back on the bed that suddenly appeared.

"I can't believe this" he said in a husky voice that had a strange
Echo in it. He leaned over her, his strong arms
On either side of her, one leg between hers. The war poured of of her body, and it seemed to slide into him as he hovered over her, feeding him

 

[teasingSophie]

Sophie abandonned herself in a passionate kiss, playing with her tongue on his. As she felt him lift her, she closed her legs aorund his hips and her arms around his neck, kissing more wildly.
She was soon laying back on the bed and their kiss went on, hotter than before, Lance's body laying over her. She began grinding her cunt against his thigh as she was feeling his hard cock on her belly. her hands caressing his back, loosing themselves in his hair, moving to cup his butt. She wa spushing her hips upwards to meet that muscular thigh...
Sophie grabbed him tighter and rolled over, making him lay on his back, and straddling his hips, moving her body upwards to look down at him. There he was, seeming so alive, so hot, so real... although this... She shook her head and grabbed his wrists, placing his hands on her breasts. At the same time, she begain rocking her hips a bit, feeling his hard cock caressing her butt.

 

[shizzz]

The feel o her was beyond amazing. He had forgotten the joy of flesh. The feel of skin and heat and sweat. He growled as
She pressed against him

Then suddenly he was rolling and he found himself looking up at her. He grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. He squeezed wr plump rack, eyeing the curves billowing out around his hands. Her jar nipples
Against his palms

He felt her shift, his long thick rigid cock slid between her plump ass cheeks. He could feel the heat pouring off of her, his flesh soaking it in


"oh god" he growled ads he leaned up, proffering one stiff
Nipple to
His lips.

He sucked the rigid nub into his hungry lips. He suckled the flesh into his mouth, his tongue assaulting it. His hips shifted
Beneath her, his shaft sliding over her ass, the shaft ticlklimg the tight ring of
Her ass as
He growled into
The fleh of her breast

 

[teasingSophie]

As LAnce burried his face on her breasts, Sophie moaned loud and arched back, holding him tight with her hand in his hair. Only one hand... The other went behind her to grab his cock, stroking him gently. She lfted herself a bit, guiding hhis cock, moving it to caress her lips. All that making her moan more and more. She shifted her position a bit and lowered herslef, welcoming Lance's cock in her cunt with a loud groan. Slowly she moved down until he was fully niside her, she was resting on his lap. The feeling was so wonderful. She loved the way her walls were stretched, the feeling of being filled that way, the hardness inside her...