The last place Nella wants to go is a séance but after best friend Suze persuades her, she starts experiencing some sizzling sensations. She’s determined not to be spooked but ghostly aftershave and the bizarre arrival of its wearer herald the most erotic experience of Nella’s life. Former crush Rory, the guy in question; is officially deceased. But she’s single and susceptible so why not lie back and enjoy? If Rory’s a ghost, the orgasms are to die for. And before he finally disappears, he propels her into the arms of another man, leaving her ready to love again.
I sank into my chocolate leather couch and kicked off my Jimmy Choos. What bliss. Until the phone rang.
‘Nella?’ My best friend sounded stern. ‘I tried your mobile earlier.’
‘I was doing a presentation: all mobiles, um, immobilised. So, why were you after me?’
‘Please say you’re free tonight,’ said Suze. ‘Charlie forgot I’m going out. So he’s left the car for service, to save time tomorrow.’
‘No courtesy vehicle?’
‘He’s taking the train. But I really want you to come with me, hon. I’d have picked you up but … unless you already have a date?’
‘As if! Where do you need to go?’
‘To a séance.’
I’d been too hyped up for breakfast. Or lunch. All I’d eaten before making my presentation to the board was half an apple. Now I wolfed down crackers and cheese in the bedroom while I removed my two-button jacket and slinky skirt.
Then I peeled off my pink chemise and caught a glimpse of myself in the cheval mirror. My mouth formed an ‘O’ of wonderment as I saw that my nipples seemed set on escaping from my satin half-cup bra. Touching them was sweet torture and instantly I felt a tug at my cunt. I couldn’t ignore that ache. My bra almost undid itself, dropping to the floor and leaving me standing there in just a pair of high-cut white panties.
My reflection in the mirror was that of a woman with a hunger not just for food. I watched myself fondle my nipples, gently at first, then rolling and squeezing them between my fingers. Warm tingles spread further and further until soon I was running my hands all over my body. Already my breathing was rapid. This was something else and I was becoming more and more turned on. What’s more, the image of a gorgeous male seemed to materialise in front of my eyes. I could even smell the scent of his cologne. It wasn’t anything I recognised and it made me think of summer, maybe with guys playing cricket and the tang of hot leather, citrus soap and lush grass you can hide in …
Toni Sands is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and has won numerous writing prizes. A former Black Lace short story writer, her stories have been featured in many Xcite collections. Her novella Traded Innocence was published by Xcite Books in 2012.