Okay, gals and gents, this clip is from Ameerah. It’s most of chapter twenty,
which is one of my all-time favorite chapters. It’s long, but it’s worth it.
Trust me.
If you gals ever wondered (Come on, I’m sure you have)
what it’s like for a guy to have sex with a woman, you’ll no longer have to
wonder after this chapter. I’ve had male readers personally contact me to tell
me the scene you’re about to read in this chapter where Ameerah is possessing a
male for the first time since she became a dark spirit and then having sex with
a female, is spot on. They loved it and so did my female readers. In fact, they
had to read what I’ll be sharing with you to their husbands.
Seriously.
So those of you who don’t know about Ameerah, she's
in book two and three (Dark Spirits and The Devil’s Third) in my Beyond the
Eyes trilogy, BUT you don’t have to read those books before reading her story.
Her story is a standalone book and can honestly be the first one in the
trilogy if it were ever made into a movie or TV series.
Here’s a quick recap of Ameerah: When Ameerah was
alive, it was in the 1920s. She loved to dance and became a flapper gal. She
was having the time of her life and a bright future was ahead of her—until her
own family betrayed her. She was wrongfully committed to an insane asylum,
abused, and brutally murdered there. As she was dying, hate for humanity
swelled in her heart and consumed her. She then was transported to a recruiting
station for the dark spirits. She decided to become one where she could possess
soulless humans, be whoever she wanted to be, live the life she desired, indulge in
her hedonistic ways (drinking, smoking, sex), and get revenge on those who took
everything from her . . .
Now, get some coffee, tea, whatever you fancy, then
get comfortably settled in. Let’s get to this chapter. Ameerah and her friends
are going to a speakeasy. Her buddy Sylis, who is a dark spirit you don’t want
to piss off, talks Ameerah into possessing a guy. Ameerah is a lesbian, btw.
Out of curiosity, she enters a male vessel. Here’s the rest of chapter twenty.
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That night, Sylis talked me into possessing a
male. He thought it would be great to fool Aidan at the speakeasy where I was
supposed to meet him. I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but my curiosity got the
best of me.
What was it like to have a penis?
I asked Sylis, and he roared with laughter,
telling me I’d have to find out for myself, so what the hell? I did. I chose a
nifty dark-haired fella in a black suit with a matching bowtie at the collar of
a white shirt. His eyes were green.
“How do you feel?” Sylis asked after I entered
the body. The corner of his mouth twitched from trying not to laugh. I must
have had a silly expression on my face or something.
I moved my hips back and forth and grabbed my
crotch to adjust it. Good thing we were in the back alley behind the building
the speakeasy was in. I wouldn’t want to make a public spectacle of myself. “I
really don’t care for this body.” The deep voice that came out of my mouth
startled me. Then, my attention shifted to between my legs. The left nut wasn’t
sitting right. What a pain-in-the-ass. I moved it over so it sat comfortably.
“Are you having troubles?” Sylis asked, still
trying to compose himself from breaking into laughter. He had chosen a vessel
similar to his likeness, except this one had olive skin and short, wavy hair.
Ava was back in the same human she was in the
previous night, and I imagined Aidan would be, too. She giggled. “Sometimes
I’ll jump into a fella when life becomes dull. I didn’t care for it at first,
but once I adjusted to the mechanics of the male body, I had a ball.”
“You mean two,” Sylis said, and they both
cracked up.
I frowned. The muscles and skin felt tight and
heavy. I rubbed my chin. Smooth. At least this one liked a clean shaven-face.
“Well?” Sylis cocked an eyebrow, reminding me
I hadn’t answered his question.
“I feel fine,” I told him, “but I don’t know
how long I want to remain. I prefer a vagina over a nut sack and ding dong.”
Both Sylis and Ava busted a gut, their
laughter surrounding me. I followed them to the front of the brick building,
into the barber shop, to the back of the store, and through a hidden door
behind a paneled wall. We descended a steep set of stairs and entered another
door where we were welcomed with live, toe-tapping music and a smoky room. The
club wasn’t as crowded as the night before, but it was still hopping.
“There’s Aidan.” Ava pointed to the fella in
the newsboy hat heading to the bar. I was right. He chose the same body as
before. “Do you want your usual cocktail, Ameer–” She touched her lips and an
Oh-My-God expression entered her face. “What’s this human’s name?”
“Wesley,” I answered in a deep voice I still
found bizarre, “but people call him Wes.” I pulled a silver cigarette case out
of the inside pocket of the suit I was wearing and plucked a ciggy out. “And
yes, I would love a drink.”
She smiled and winked. “Coming right up, Wes.”
“I’m impressed,” Sylis said while I handed him
a ciggy and lit mine. “Usually, a newbie wouldn’t be able to reside so soon in
a vessel of the opposite sex, but you’re doing remarkably well.”
I realized prodding me to enter a male body
wasn’t about fooling Aidan. Sylis was testing me before we took care of Dr.
Stratton. I could see why Volac trusted Sylis to take me under his wing.
Clever.
“Aside from not enjoying being inside this
monkey suit, I feel nifty,” I answered, taking a drag and inhaling deeply. The
instant relaxation and euphoric feeling washed over me while I held the smoke
in my lungs before slowly breathing it out. The sensation was marvelous.
“Here comes Aidan.” Sylis blew a tunnel of
smoke in the direction of Aidan and Ava, both carrying drinks. “You might
despise your current host’s gender, but if you lighten up a bit and not hang up
your fiddle, you can have a great time.”
Sylis was right. I didn’t want to be a wet
blanket, and I should at least try to embrace this foreign body to see if I
could receive any enjoyment from it.
Ava handed me my glass. “Aidan knows.”
“You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.” Aidan
thumped his chest with his fingertip. “Although, I find your ruse fair play.”
He held his beverage up. “Cheers.”
“Too bad,” Sylis said, raising his glass along
with the rest of us. “I was hoping you’d fall for our hoax.”
Ava shook her head. “Not Aidan. He’s too
sharp.”
“How does it feel to have a flute, lass?”
Aidan asked me and laughed.
“I find it . . . unappealing,” I answered.
“You need to get chubbed up and use it,” he
told me. “Then, you can thank me later.” He gestured to an attractive blonde
who reminded me of Betty with her bobbed hair, feathered, sequined headband,
and white fringed flapper dress. “That human tramp has been eyeing you.”
“How do you know she’s human?” Ava wanted to
know, a note of alarm in her voice.
“She was at the bar earlier, and I could hear
her soul.” Aidan wrapped his arm around Ava’s shoulders. “No worries, lass.
You’re my gal, and a fine lookin’ one.” He dipped her backward and kissed her.
“What do you think?” Sylis asked me, shooting
glances from me to the blonde.
I imagined her naked. I didn’t know why
because normally I wouldn’t. A vision of me sucking on her nipples and
penetrating her followed. I could feel warmth in my pelvic area, then blood
rushing to the penis, the balls tightening. The penis stirred and grew,
stretching against my trousers. I turned my back to the doll eyeing me and
stared at the bulge in my trousers.
“What’s eating you?” Ava asked. Her eyes
darted to my crotch, and she giggled. “Wow, you’re big.”
“It’s still growing,” I said in horror, “and I
can’t stop fantasizing about her.”
Aidan slapped me on the shoulder. “Way ta go.
You’re chubbed up. Now, you need to knock the hole off her.”
Sexual images and feelings raged within me.
The thing grew some more and throbbed. I touched it through the material and
shifted my erection to the side so it wasn’t as noticeable.
“The male body is hardwired differently than
the female,” Sylis explained. “When we possess a human, we incur the desires of
the human flesh and body, which explains your present situation. Your thoughts
and insatiable need to claim her is a byproduct of those things.”
“I say you take her to the backroom where they
have petting parties and poke her,” Aidan said.
I swung around, once again facing the crowd,
and locked gazes with the blonde. She smiled and waved, feeding the sexual
imagery playing in my mind. Waves passed through my throbbing erection. I was
rock hard.
“What are you waiting for, lass?” Aidan nudged
my elbow.
“Is there another way to get rid of this?” I
didn’t dare point to the bulge out in the open, but Aidan knew what I was
talking about, because his gaze bounced from between my legs, back to my face.
“Your only other option is to do a vigorous
hand job on the ol’ boy, which in that case”—Aidan pointed in the direction of
the john—“you need to find an empty stall and pray you don’t get caught.”
“Not true,” Sylis chided. “Ameerah can think
of a mathematical problem or something repulsive to cure her problem, but why
waste something that brings you intense pleasure?”
“She’s heading this way,” Ava said, sounding
amused.
Sylis leaned next to my ear. “The human is a
whore. Time to make a decision, but I suggest you take advantage of her,
because if you don’t, I will.”
I attempted to concentrate on counting
backward from one hundred, but I couldn’t think straight. The yearning to do
more than petting with this blonde held me in its grasp. I drained the last of
my cocktail and handed him my glass. I broke free from my group and met her
halfway between two tables occupied by a lively bunch engrossed in their own
conversations.
She looked at me. Her green eyes were hooded
with desire. A coy smile played on her red lips. “I was wondering if you were
going to make an appearance tonight, Wes,” she said, surprising me she knew
this vessel. Then, out of nowhere, her name came to me.
Ella.
Unfortunately, I didn’t know anything else and
would have to play along.
She stepped closer, and I could feel the heat
of her sexual hunger for Wes rolling off her in waves. My erection continued to
throb and strain against my trousers. “I enjoyed necking with you the other
night and was hoping we could finish what we started.” She opened her beaded
handbag and pulled out a key. She dangled it in front of me. “The backroom is
locked, but I know the owner. We won’t be disturbed this time. What do you
say?”
I took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“Lead the way, Ella.”
A sensual smile crossed her face. “I want you
to know I’m normally not this forward, but since we’ve known each other for a
while now and we kissed . . .” She shrugged. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I cradled her cheek in my hand. “The feeling
is mutual.” Let’s get on with it. This monster will not stop pulsing!
She took my hand in hers, and we maneuvered
through the crowd to the back. An oak door stood before us. She unlocked it.
The room was dark, but once she closed and locked the door and turned on a couple
lamps, a soft light flooded the room. There were couches and plush thick rugs
scattered about. The glossy wooden walls and art décor made the setting
classier than one would suspect, considering what this room was designed for.
She tossed her handbag on a couch, and I
didn’t waste any time. I had to release this pressure in my crotch and act on
the fantasies plaguing me since I saw her. I kissed her, softly at first. But
when she stuck her tongue in my mouth, our kiss grew deeper. Her hand went to
my crotch, and when she began massaging the hardness between my legs, I thought
I was going to burst. The feeling was remarkable. Despite myself, I groaned and
followed her lead, sliding my hand between her smooth legs and rubbing her
clitoris in slow circles over her damp satin panties. Breaking our kiss, she
threw her head back and moaned. The sound almost drove me over the edge. She
reached for the belt and buttons on my trousers and undid them. When they fell
to my ankles, I was amazed at how big this human’s penis was and how it stood
straight up and bobbed against my abs. The anxiousness to use it became
overpowering. We undressed each other and lowered ourselves onto a thick
crimson rug. She lay beneath me, and I was careful not to push all my weight on
her while I captured her lips, then trailed kisses down her neck.
“I want you inside me,” she murmured.
My lesbian side fought the urge to swiftly
take her, so I sucked and nibbled on each of her erect nipples while slipping
two fingers between her slick folds and pumping them. Her breaths became fast
and thick, and when she arched her back and moaned, I could no longer refrain
from not fucking her like this body wanted.
I had to have her.
Now.
With my hand, I guided the penis inside her,
and sweet mother of Mary, what a glorious feeling. Her warm wetness and the
snug feeling sent off a whirlwind of sensations. Once again, she arched her
back and grabbed her breasts, which I found extremely sexy and erotic. More
stimulation in the male genital area developed at a rapid speed. I could
actually feel the semen rising from the balls, and what followed was a feeling
of fullness. How odd, and what a pain-in-the-ass for a fella who would want to
prolong the act of intercourse but couldn’t. But those were fleeting thoughts,
for I was too wrapped up in a foreign sexual high to focus on one thing.
When I moved my hips forward and backward, her
moans grew louder, and her vaginal muscles gripped the penis tighter, nearly
sending me to the moon. Despite the warm, tingling sensation in my groin, I
managed to hold on, to enjoy this new sexual experience. I lifted her legs,
placing her ankles on my shoulders, penetrating her deeper. Her continuous
moans, thick breaths, and beautiful body, turned me on to the point where I caught
myself huffing and releasing pleasurable sounds. When her hand flitted between
her legs to rub herself, and she cried out she was going to come, a warmth
spread across my crotch. Waves of sexual pleasure sent me on an intense
plateau. I felt fluid expelling up my shaft and a euphoric release. At the same
time, Ella’s body tightened and shook.
Blackness.
Son-of-a-bitch!
I catapulted out of the human and found myself
standing next to Wes whose body thankfully slumped sideways beside Ella, his
arm slung over her stomach. The image of the spot deep in the forest where I’d
been to reenergize my spirit, sprang to mind. The next thing I knew, I was
there—alone and frustrated.
****
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