Supernatural Penetrations Book One

“Sexuality is a powerful force in my life. I never feel more alive, or more vulnerable, than when I am being overwhelmed by my senses in sexual abandon.”

Angela White. Adult film star and 2010 political candidate for the Australian Sex Party, Victorian State Election.

A year earlier, Daphne loved how passionate the sex was with her husband, Nathan. Every time Nathan got home from work, he couldn’t wait to get her into bed as their sex had a purpose. They were trying to create their first child. Daphne was surprised by how passionate Nathan had become in bed compared to when they were married five years earlier at twenty-three. They were happy until they realized that no baby was coming, and they discovered an awful truth because Daphne had Hodgkin’s Disease and had to receive treatment for it. Chemotherapy had robbed her of her red hair, which she had grown to her waist, and rendered her infertile. That had been a devastating blow for both, and Daphne thought Nathan would have been more supportive, but he wasn’t. In bed, Nathan became lazy and nowhere near as passionate as he used to be, and she wanted that passion back. She even dyed her hair blonde as she thought she would look sexier that way but he showed little interest in it. In spite of this, she was refusing to give up on the passion that had been constant in the early years of their marriage.

One night they sat next to each other on the couch, but he didn’t put his arm around her as they had watched a movie they had seen countless times before. Once the movie was over, Nathan stood up and started to walk out of the lounge room of their flat. Daphne stood up and followed Nathan to their bedroom. He walked in first and closed the door behind him because she desperately needed to have sex with him that night. Once that happened, she immediately thought of something that would bring some passion back into their lives. She reached for the bathroom doorknob and tried to open it, but Nathan had deliberately locked it behind him. The second after she tried to open the door, she heard Nathan start their shower. Just hearing the water from inside the bathroom was enough to break her heart, but she refused to give up. Nathan used to love showering with her, but lately, he preferred to shower alone. She walked into their bedroom and closed the door behind her.

“Don’t worry,” she said to herself. “Nathan will shower with you again,”

Daphne had been saying that to herself for months, and she was sick of hearing herself say it. So out of frustration, she walked over to the bedroom windows and closed the blinds. Then Daphne quickly looked at herself in the mirror and then walked over to her closet and opened it. She promptly chose her favorite black laced lingerie nightgown and changed into it very quickly. Once Daphne did that, she looked at herself in the mirror again and didn’t like her reflection. In her mind, her blonde hair wasn’t long enough when she had worn it in the past. Daphne had E cup-sized breasts and didn’t like that the lingerie didn’t seem to accentuate them. She decided to take it off. After removing it, Daphne heard Nathan turn the shower taps off and started to feel a little panicked. There wasn’t time to put on anything else, Daphne walked over to the closet, and she positioned her left hand on the top of the cabinet and her right hand on her waist.

“Come on,” she said to herself impatiently as she waited for Nathan to walk out of the bathroom. “Hurry up,”

As she predicted, Nathan was drying himself and getting dressed in the bathroom. A moment later, Nathan walked into their bedroom wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and he looked at Daphne in shock.

“What the hell?” Nathan asked.

That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. To stop Nathan from saying anything else, she walked over to Nathan and kissed him passionately. Nathan didn’t return the kiss to her frustration, but Daphne was determined to make something happen. So, she reached down and pulled down his boxer shorts. At that moment, she thought he would try and stop her, but he didn’t. Once his boxer shorts were on the floor, Daphne started to massage the shaft of his cock. He began to become aroused but not as quickly as Daphne had hoped. So, she got on her knees and started to lightly kiss the right side of his shaft as she cradled his balls. To her satisfaction, Nathan became fully erect.

Nathan was expecting Daphne to suck his cock, but to his disappointment, she didn’t. She stood up quickly and grabbed his t-shirt. Nathan instinctively raised his arms, and Daphne took his t-shirt off. Once it was off, she kissed him again, clasped his hands, and put them on her breasts. To her disappointment, he only held them; he didn’t grip them the way he used to. Then she stopped kissing him.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Daphne hoped Nathan would say something back, but he didn’t say a word. She grabbed his hands, dragged him over to the bed, and pushed him onto it. Although Nathan was surprised by how forceful Daphne was being, he still didn’t say a word. Refusing to give up, Daphne climbed onto their bed and lay on it. For a second, she was worried that her husband was going to climb off their bed, but he didn’t. Nathan climbed on top of Daphne, and he entered her slowly. Her eyes widened with the hope that his passion for her was going to return. Nathan started thrusting, and she loved how that felt at first until she realized something was wrong. Nathan was thrusting faster than he usually did. To Daphne, it felt like he was doing a chore to get over and done. So, she tried to match his thrusts and waited for him to cum. As a result, she came first.

“Oh, God!” Daphne shouted, hoping she sounded convincing.

Nathan knew she had just faked it, and that made him angry as he believed she’d never had it so good. So, he thrust three more times before he came.

“Oh, God!” Nathan shouted.

Daphne pretended to be happy and smiled as he pulled himself out of her quickly.

“Wow,” she said. “That was so great,”

Nathan smiled at her awkwardly and quickly and then turned away from her so he could go to sleep. For Daphne, that was the most upsetting thing he could have done when there was one thing she needed him to do.

“Nathan,” Daphne said. “Don’t you want to hold me?”

He answered her question by reaching over with his right hand and turning off his bedside table lamp. Just hearing the click of the light and seeing his side of the bed in darkness made her eyes well up with tears. She reached over to touch his shoulder, but she realized it wasn’t going to be any use.

“You bastard!” she whispered.

Daphne didn’t know if he had heard her or not, and she didn’t care. All she knew was that her husband had made her feel used and humiliated. She climbed out of their bed and walked into the bathroom as fast as she could. Daphne slammed the door behind her and locked it. She doubted Nathan would follow her in, and she decided to turn the shower on instead. Satisfied that the shower was loud enough, Daphne allowed herself to cry. Daphne gripped both sides of the bathroom sink tightly, and then she looked at herself in the mirror.

“It’s not my fault we can’t have children!” Daphne shouted to herself.

And that’s when she felt something she didn’t expect. A pair of hands wiping her tears away.

Daphne turned around, expecting to see Nathan standing behind her, but he wasn’t there. There was nobody there that Daphne could see, but she was far from alone. A ghost was there to give her all the comfort he could provide. Daphne was feeling scared but also exhilarated.

“Is there somebody there?” she asked cautiously. “Are you, uh?”

There was a question she desperately wanted to ask, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask the question in full. But the ghost answered her question by slowly hugging her.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you,” she heard a man’s voice whisper.

For a second, Daphne wanted to scream, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Although she was dealing with a ghost, she couldn’t help but believe him. The spirit liked how his arms felt around her, but he had to disappear. Daphne was sad to feel him disappear, but she felt comforted that a ghost was kind enough to be there for her, even if it was only for a brief time.

***

For the next week, all Daphne could think about was the ghost. She wondered how old he was, what he looked like, and most importantly, she wanted to know what his name was. But none of those questions was answered as there was no sign of the ghost. For the first few days after the encounter, she was confident that he would return soon, but there was no sign of him. When the week had gone by Daphne, felt depressed. As she showered, all she was expecting to hear was the water pouring over her body but heard something she didn’t expect. A can of deodorant on the bathroom sink bench fell on the floor with a loud clang. The second she heard it, she jumped, and her breasts bounced. For one second, she was terrified, and in the next second, she was embarrassed as there could be one explanation.

“Nathan, is that you?” Daphne asked.

Daphne was confident she would hear his voice, but there was no voice to be heard. Only silence. Despite her fear, she had to know what was happening.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

Still, no reply came, and she began to shake. With nothing but the shower curtain separating her from an unknown intruder. Daphne knew the intruder was going to get to her no matter what. Her only hope was to run to the bathroom door if the intruder wasn’t blocking it. Daphne opened the curtain quickly, and to her astonishment, there was no one there to be seen, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything to see. What she saw was the can of deodorant being levitated back onto the bench of the bathroom sink. Feeling amazed and relieved, she knew she had to say something.

“Are you the one that visited me?” Daphne asked. “Are you, uh?”

Again, the question she couldn’t answer in full, and again, there was no response. Feeling frustrated, she walked out of the shower with her arms confidently down by her side as she didn’t want to cover herself up. A moment later, she felt something icy in front of her. Daphne assumed it was the ghost.

“Am I what you want?” she asked.

The ghost answered her question by grabbing her shoulders and lifting her off the floor.

Daphne was facing someone six foot five feet tall, and she naturally assumed that was the height of the ghost. Then she felt something icy near her mouth. Daphne hoped it was the ghost’s lips and that he would kiss her, but he didn’t. To her frustration, the spirit lowered her back on the floor and disappeared.

“Please stop leaving me!” Daphne said as the tears started to fall down her cheeks.

As the ghost flew away, he could hear her sobs and wanted to go back to her more than anything, but he knew that he couldn’t until the time was right.

***

Three days later, Daphne had her subsequent encounter with the ghost, but she wasn’t expecting it. At two o’clock in the morning, she tossed and turning but Nathan was fast asleep, and she resented the fact that he was a heavy sleeper. If he had been a light sleeper, he would have woken up to see what was wrong. With the way their marriage was going, Daphne didn’t want to wake him up. She faced away from him and looked at their bedroom door, and wondered if she would ever be brave enough to walk through it permanently. That’s when she felt something she didn’t expect: A pair of arms around her stomach.

For a minute, she felt elated as she couldn’t remember the last time Nathan spooned with her. Daphne turned her head, expecting to see her husband’s face, but there was no face visible as he was facing away from her. Her eyes widened a little with surprise, and she felt the ghost’s arms tighten around her waist. Daphne returned her head to her pillow and started to hyperventilate.

“Oh, my God!” she said breathlessly.

“Don’t worry,” the ghost whispered. “Just breathe in and out,”

Daphne followed his advice and breathed in and out. Once she felt relaxed, she reached down to touch the man’s arms that were holding her. To her surprise and satisfaction, they felt muscular.

“Oh, my God!” Daphne whispered breathlessly with a smile on her face.

The ghost could tell what was on her mind, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that yet, and neither was he.

“You need to sleep,” the ghost whispered. “And I promise I’ll stay with you for the whole night,”

That wasn’t what she wanted but just knowing she wasn’t alone helped Daphne to fall asleep.

***

After the excitement of what happened in the shower, Daphne wanted more. Although the ghost didn’t do anything sexually, she was excited that she knew he wanted her. The way he grabbed her shoulders and lifted her proved that. But the thing that bothered Daphne was there wasn’t a way for her to prove that she wanted him. That’s what she believed until the ghost showed up in her bed again a few nights later.

Daphne was trying to sleep when the ghost materialized behind her, and he put his hands around her waist. Even though she couldn’t see his hands, she liked how they felt as they were big and muscular and touched her stomach gently. But Daphne didn’t want a gentle touch. She reached up to the buttons of her nightshirt and started to unbutton them slowly. The ghost breathed on the back of her neck, and Daphne smiled. She thought his breath was going to be cold, but it wasn’t. It was hot, and the rhythm of his breath proved he was getting excited. Once the last button was unbuttoned, she separated both sides of the nightshirt, exposing her breasts. The ghost’s grip on her stomach tightened a little. Feeling excited, she reached down, grabbed his hands, and put them on her breasts. The ghost’s breath became a little hotter, and that made her heartbeat even faster.

“Oh, God!” Daphne whispered breathlessly.

The ghost’s hands began to shake on her breasts, and she didn’t want him to let go. She held the ghost’s hands.

“You can be a little harder with me,” she whispered. “But no violence, okay?”

That made the ghost feel a little more confident and gripped her breasts tighter. With the ghost’s strong hands grabbing her breasts, Daphne fell asleep feeling very contented.

The first twelve chapters in this book are free to read.