Jamie Moody Steamy Short Stories (Sample) 
 
 
  Do you believe in Ghosts?  
 
 
 Do you belive in ghosts?  
 (Before my experience, If you had asked me. I would have said Ghosts are not real. Now I am a strong believer!) 
Following is my account of what happened that night, You decide on what to believe. I can only tell you my story. 
 
 
Oct, 30th 2001 (Near Joplin, Missouri) 
	To prove to all my friends that Ghosts don’t exist, I volunteered to spend the night in the creepy old mansion right out side of town. I grew up on tales about the place, but never believed any of them. According to old folklore, an old cat lady owned the place for many years. I figured if she could stand living there alone with cats to keep her sane, than she was just crazy and the place wasn’t haunted. To tell ya the truth, the house is pretty damn creepy looking, it gave me the willies just looking at it. Tall torrents, and Huge broken windows seemingly everywhere. It looked like the house leaned a little and was unstable. I hoped like hell that I wouldn’t end up dead under a pile of broken floor boards by morning. That was my main concern and the fact it probably doesn’t have indoor plumbing that works. 
	As I walked up to the porch and pried open the door,Instead of a creak, that I expected. It seemed like the house sighed.  First thing that I noticed as I stepped thru the door was the stairs, A huge ornate staircase going up to the second floor. It seemed pretty sturdy, but I decided to turn to my right and entered a large room. I noticed lots of furnishings! Even though they were obviously old, the room was full of furniture and well made ones at that. It looked to be a living room  with couches, and tables arranged for conversation. I thought that was pretty strange considering the last owner lived alone with cats, Who would she have to talk to?   
	I decided to look into the other rooms for a place to park my self for the night. On the other side of the stairs there was a dining room with a huge table. It took up half the room, So that room was out. There was no way I wanted to huddle under a table with spiders. I tried to go down the hallway that ran next to the stair case, but all the doors were locked. Unless I wanted to sleep in the living room than I had to look upstairs. The living room was a good place, but I wanted to be able to prove that I stayed in the house not huddled by the front door.  
	I shined my light on the stairs, No visible cracks in the wood. Good sign! I heard a few creaks as I walked up the stairs. A few creeks are common in an old place like this. At the top of the stairs, I figured there would be a hallway, but instead it led into a huge Rectangular ballroom, there were doorways leading from every wall out. It was perfect! A place that was open enough to see all off it, but close enough I could run like hell if I had to. 
	I arranged my sleeping bag against the wall closest to the staircase and set my lights around the other doorways. This lit up the room enough that I could see the whole of the ballroom. I set up 2 video recorders one by me facing the room, and the other one at the far end facing my sleeping bag .In my view finders they covered the whole  room. Also I set up 2 voice recorders around the room, one on my end and the other on the far side of the room. I checked my laptop to make sure all the equipment were uploading as they should be. After all that was done, I climbed into my sleeping bag ready for an uneventful night. I figured if anything, I would get a good quiet sleep. 
	I’ve always had a strong imagination, so when I found myself wearing a flimsy red,sheer dress, I didn’t think much of it and assumed I was dreaming. It seemed I was floating upwards towards the ballroom entrance. As I got closer instead of the dark room I fell asleep in, I was in a softly lit room. Strange part was I could still see my equipment set up but the light wasn’t coming from my lights, it didn’t seem to have an origin. I looked down at myself and noticed I was still wearing my simple cotton bra and panties. You would think, my imagination could have conjured up something a little more sexy to go along with the dress. 
	As I looked around the room, I noticed a few things that were not there before. In the center of the room not only was there a beautifully ornate wooden bed with lots of decorative pillows in various shades of red. But also sitting in the middle of the bed, propped up and smiling, the most drop dead sexy man I have ever seen. I swear he looks like one of the actors I've seen in a movie. He held out his hand, beckoning me forward to join him. I started moving towards him, not of my accord, but floated. Some how I ended up sitting right next to him on the bed. He was completely undressed and it seemed I blinked and my clothes disappeared too. I looked around and could not find them anywhere. 
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 FEAST DAY  
 
I hit the ground hard, then the sack pulled from over my head. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. The man was standing over me, His hair was long and black,His face hidden behind a mask. It frightened me that I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel them on me. He stood over my with his arms crossed, across this chest and his legs separated and firmly planted. I had nowhere to run. His skin was somewhere between red and brown, rich and vibrant. The only clothing he had on were the mask and what looked like leather tied around his waist,barely covering his lower body. 
“Who are you?” 
	He made no response. As I stared at the mans body the leather twitched, and started to rise. I looked up at his mask. I could hear him breathing, and I could feel his eyes on me but he didn’t respond. The only movements I could make out were his steady breathing, and the twitches behind the cloth. Suddenly it popped out from beneath the cloth on its own accord as if it had a mind of its own. 
	I couldn’t help myself. No matter how scared I was, His manhood was spectacular.  I’ve never seen any like it before. Of course I've seen men naked, Im married! I continued starting at his manhood, When suddenly he took a step closer to me.  I started to speak, when he reached out with the back of his hand he stroked my cheek. I looked up into his face and started to shake. I was beginning to get frightened all over again. I couldn’t see the look on his face, if he wanted to hurt me or not. Gently he ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, and the tip of my tongue brushed his thumb.  I swore I heard a small groan coming from behind his mask. He moved his hand to where he was cupping my chin against his palm, with two fingers bracing my head in place. 
“What do you want from me?” 
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 TWO WRONGS  
 
The car door slammed shut behind Allen as he got out. He prepared to give that woman a piece of his mind once and for all. “How dare she tell me how to take care of my child! Shes not the only parent.” As soon as he beat on her door, Renee pulled it wide and give him one of her “WTF?” looks. She wasn’t expecting to see him for another day or when he brings home their child. “ I just talked to you 30 minutes ago on the phone! Why are you here?” Renee glared at Allen as he barged into her home uninvited. Forcefully she told him, 
“ You have no business coming here like this! Get out now!” 
	Alan gave her his “I don’t give a damn!” grins before he yelled at her. “What gives you the right to order me around? That is my child too! I'm tired of you thinking you always have to control everything!” 
“Allen GET OUT of my house! You can call me anytime we need to talk, But you will not come into my house and cause shit! 
Allen was steaming and grabbed Renee by the arms and pushed her back against the wall. Renee hissed, 
“HOW DARE YOU!” 
It was the only way he knew to get her to listen to reason. Allen sank down to her eye level, and looked her squarely in the face. He made sure he had her full attention before he calmly told her.  
“You have your way and I have mine!” 
Renee was seething with tension and extremely ticked off. 
“Let go of me you bastard!” 
“Damn it woman listen to me or I’ll....” 
“OR what? Your gonna hit me?” 
“Maybe." 
Renee smiled at him and relaxed her lower half. She leaned closer to him and whispered into his ear. 
 “Then we have a problem! As I see it you have 2 choices.... You can hit me, which we both know you wont OR..... you can FUCK ME!” 
Allen looked at her incredulously, She couldn’t be serious! 
“You crazy bitch, why would I want you still? Were divorced remember?” 
	Renee pressed her body to his tightly as she could still pinned to the wall and kissed him deeply. Allen returned her kiss, then broke it suddenly. Familiarity her kiss brought back some pleasant memories. Allen gave her a ‘Go to hell’ look and she smiled, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. 
“You want me still! I can tell, Your body says yes even when you don’t” 
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 Publication Date: March 29th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-freaky1984