Velvet VI

Gathering her coat around her diminutive form, Carmen puts on a pair of gloves to ward off the chill which bothers her onset of arthritis.

-“Well, I’d rather go inside to talk where it’s cozy and warm, but I suppose this will do for privacy. Let it out then, tell me everything, as I have an inkling of what’s going on.”

-“I feel as if a constant presence is near me, and now I have the proof.

The gravity of my plight is that I feel that it’s not me that is behaving like a raving nymphomaniac Carmen; my will is sometimes replaced by a force stronger than me.

I’m like an ambassador of the United Nations. I don’t discriminate, and I consort with men of all races, ages, colors, and flavors without preference.

But last night was so frightening, that it made the hair on back of my neck stand up.

Had my senses been sharp, I would have been wary of the man whom I had barely met, then seated on my left in a restaurant. Almost immediately, he grabbed my hair with force and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

That kiss and invasion of his velvety tongue, is all it took to agree like a zombie to follow him home.

I should have known better.

On the way to the car, just outside of the restaurant we passionately kissed. He then slid down my pants a little and started spanking me hard – on my bare ass! Thank goodness that my long camel coat sheltered any on coming traffic of such a distraction while conducting a vehicle."

-“You had not met him before at all and he took such liberties with you?” Carmen inquired with burrowed eyebrows.

-“No, I mean, we had talked on the phone, and exchanged pictures before. And… and I did send him racy pictures of me prior to our meeting.

That’s another thing I can’t help avoid doing Carmen; I love to take provocative pictures to tease with, although I am careful not to associate my face with a certain part of my anatomy. Yet, that is really strange because I used to be shy, and somewhat conservative.

-“What is it that truly scared you then? Obviously you teased him, and due to vanity you gave him a wrong impression. You should be careful when playing with fire.” Carmen reprimanded.

-“Yes, I know it's my fault. Well, he was very aggressive, and there came a point that I felt that I could not control him. He started getting violent, and even slapped me on the face once. I was shocked! Not even my parents had ever laid a hand on me – ever.

I had never in my life been recipient of violence in any form. Well, except when I was about 8 years old and my little brothers and I, took turns chasing each other with bats, or others weapons of choice.

But his aggression was not scary in itself, even after getting a resounding spanking; I found it to be a novelty of sorts. But what is truly scary Carmen, was the image I caught on the mirror in the dim lit room.

I saw a thing which looked half man, half beast stroke his tumid member while wearing a lascivious grin and making eye contact with me.

It had a curling tail, and claws instead of fingernails.
He - it seemed somehow familiar; it seemed to be able to read my mind. I was transfixed by the image reflected on the mirror, and by the pleasure it was getting from watching me impaled.

In the moment of a truly shuddering orgasm, recognition dawned on me; he is always near me.

I feel him on my bed, and in my head." Beatriz said while hugging herself.

-"You have opened a door." Carmen said with severity.





To be continued….