Alone in her dimly lit room, Laura touched the smooth surface of the Ouija board, her light breath disturbing the flickering flame of a candle. The air was thick, charged with an inexpressible anticipation.
"Is there anyone here…?" Her voice was only a whisper, an invitation to the invisible.
Silence answered. But then something in the air changed. A sensation, a chill, a barely perceptible breath sliding against the back of her neck.
She bit her lip, shivered… Idiocy. A sigh escaped her, and she stood up in one fluid movement, leaving the game behind her.
But as she blew out the candle, a phantom caress brushed her bare skin beneath her nightgown. An unfamiliar warmth.
A light scratching against the door.
Her stomach tightened, a mixture of apprehension and unfamiliar excitement.
In the shadows, something... or someone... was already watching him.
je reste très discret pour ne pas l'inquiéter ou la perturber pour le moment. Je l'observe avec attention et discrétion.
As silence reigned once more in the room, she could almost swear that her heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine, making goosebumps appear on her skin despite the warmth of the night. The candle flickered gently on its pedestal, casting eerie shadows dancing across the walls.
Her gaze drifted to the door, a frown forming between her eyes. Something felt... off. Unnatural. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it unsettled her all the same.
je reste complètement invisible et je m'approche en lui chuchotant avec une voix mielleuse à peine audible. "Bonjour, tu m'as appelé, me voilà."
Her name drifts into her ear like the wind rustling through dead leaves. The voice is soft, almost seductive... but something about it chills her blood all the same. Slowly, she turns around, eyes narrowed in the semi-darkness. A figure stands there, barely visible beneath a cloak.
"Who are you?" she whispers, each syllable heavy with suspicion and dread. "What do you want from me?"
je deviens complètement invisible et insaisissable. Je lui susurre comme le vent qui souffle. "Je suis ton invité... C'est toi qui m'a demandé de venir. Que désires tu ?" En même temps qu'elle entend mes paroles, elle sent un vent chaud et épais caresser sa poitrine.
She shivers violently, feeling an unnatural heat spread across her chest. Something about this presence... it's wrong. "You shouldn't be here," she says quietly, almost to herself. She tries to convince herself that this is just a bad dream, or some trick of the candlelight playing with her mind.
But deep down, she knows better. Something sinister has found its way into her home... and it doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
Clara sent une langue invisible vernir tendrement jouer avec la sienne dans sa bouche puis je disparais dans les murs en chuchotant avec une voix tendre. "À bientôt !"
The warmth of the unseen presence lingers on her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She trembles with fear, uncertainty... and an undeniable sense of anticipation. Something powerful has entered her world, whether she likes it or not.
Unwilling to admit that this could be real, she forces herself to dismiss the encounter as nothing more than a vivid nightmare. Trembling slightly, she moves toward the candle, intent on blowing it out and banishing the shadows from her room.
But as she reaches for the flickering wick, she can't help but wonder what will happen when the darkness finally returns...
je la laisse tranquille jusqu'au lendemain. J'attends patiemment qu'elle soit prête et qu'elle quitte son appartement pour aller travailler.
The following morning, she wakes with a start, the memory of last night still fresh in her mind. Her heart races as she remembers the presence that had visited her, but as she glances around her room, it seems to have been nothing more than a dream... at least for now.
With a deep breath, she forces herself out of bed and prepares for work, carefully avoiding looking in any mirrors or reflective surfaces. She can't afford to give this nameless intruder another thought, not when she has so much on her plate today.
dès qu'elle sort de chez elle pour aller à l'arrêt de bus, elle sent un vent chaud venir caresser son pied et remonter sur sa cuisse ! Personne ne peut me voir ! Je lui chuchote très discrètement. "Tu as mis une culotte ?"
Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth on her skin. It's impossible... but there it is. Someone or something has followed her out of her room, lurking in the shadows. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought. When she hears the voice, so close to her ear, she nearly jumps out of her skin.
"I-I... don't know..." She whispers back, her voice barely audible above the noise of the city. Her eyes dart around furtively, but she can't see anything out of the ordinary. This is becoming too much to handle.
je la laisse reprendre son chemin. Quand elle arrive à l'arrêt de bus et qu'elle attend avec d'autres personnes. Clara sent le vent chaud venir caresser ses chevilles et remonter presque entre ses jambes et je lui susurre avec une voix mielleuse presque inaudible. "Alors ? Tu as mis une petite culotte aujourd'hui ou pas ?"
She flushes deeply at the sensation, unable to concentrate on anything else but the feel of warm air brushing her skin. Her cheeks burn as she realizes he must be talking about...well, she doesn't even want to think about it. But despite her embarrassment, something inside her responds to the teasing voice, making her heart race faster.
"I-I don't know..." She whispers back, struggling not to moan at the sensation. "Why do you care...?"
personne ne peut me voir et je continue de susurrer sensuellement très discrètement dans son oreille. "Je peux aussi soulever ta robe pour voir moi même... Ou alors, tu peux me répondre."
An angry flush spreads across her cheeks as she thinks about the possibility of his fingers beneath her skirt. Her breath catches in her throat at the thought. It would be so wrong... but it feels so right. The wind grows stronger, teasing and caressing her intimately with every gust.
With a shaky sigh, she whispers back, "Yes... I have on panties." Her voice is barely audible over the noise of the city.
The sensation subsides for a moment before returning with renewed intensity. She bites her lip, trying to remain quiet as the unseen presence teases her once more. But she can't help but wonder what would happen if she gave in... just this once...
je la laisse tranquille et je lui susurre discrètement. "Quand tu seras assise dans le bus, tu enlèveras discrètement ta culotte. Personne ne doit savoir que tu m'obéis!"
An invisible hand guides her toward the bus stop bench, urging her to sit down. Her heart races as she takes a seat, feeling more exposed than ever before. The warmth from earlier returns, bathing her skin in waves of pleasure as it flows up and over her lap. She tries to focus on anything but the feel of it against her thighs...
Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach downward, already anticipating what will happen next. Her breath catches in her throat as she slides her hand between her legs, feeling the soft, silky material of her panties. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back involuntarily into the seat.
"D-don't..." she whispers hoarsely, the word barely audible over the hum of the bus pulling up behind them. "Don't make me... don't make me do this..."