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Mark Wilder checks into a rather famous local haunted bed and breakfast, not far from his college dorm in Indianapolis.
This isn't some quaint vacation after finals, but an attempt to win a bet currently sitting at a few thousand bucks.
Mark isn't a paranormal buff, nor investigator, and certainly a skeptic about ghosts. Just maybe they hired a hot chick to play the part, and he'll have the best weekend of his life or thank the person who texted him the pictures of his ex-girlfriend screwing the football quarterback in this very same B&B.
Jane Story and her husband lived a good life, establishing the town of Story shortly after the Great Depression. Despite that, she found herself stuck haunting their former home turned B&B.
Alone and unsatisfied, she's been leaving a trail of blue balls since the college boys started showing up in her room to invoke her for a night of sex. Smoking her pipe of cherry tobacco, she sits there, waiting for the next victim to roll in.

Sujets

Adulte

Romance érotique

BD Erotique

Science Fiction

SS France (1961)

Horror

Erotica

Blue Lady

Fiction

Fantasy

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	26 octobre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644500798
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Laying with the Lady in Blue
Copyright © 2020 Honey Cummings. All rights r eserved.

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Dedication
To Erik
I had two pieces to the next trio; Bloody Mary and Woman in White.
Thanks for sharing the alluring ghost story of the Blue lady from Story , Indiana!
XOXO
Hone y Cummings

1
Bed & Breakfast
J ane Story stood in the dark foyer of her old Bed & Breakfast. The building had been built when Story, Indiana was founded in 1851 as a logging community. Later, hippies purchased the place, then re-assembled the whole town as a tourist attraction. At least, it brought the past into the present, and the community was better for it, despite the highways diverting their traffic away. Despite all the changes and the passage of time, the B&B held its own. A relic covered in vines, rust, and still as inviting to visitors as the day it fir st opened.
Hands on her hips, Jane was a curvy thing in her tight cut-off jeans and light blue crop top. The outfit made her look like a brown-haired model from a clothing ad for high-end stores, where a simple white shirt costed triple the price of a similar thrift shop find. She took pride in being old fashioned, and she loved the old inn with all her soul. On days like this, she wanted to feel alive or at least blend into the curr ent times.
Her hair had been jumbled into a messy bun and she blew a strand from her face as she lit her pipe. An old habit she kept going, though she hadn’t seen anyone come through the B&B smoking a pipe in decades. This had always been her one vice, a gift from her beloved husband in fact, and she couldn’t part with it. The aromatic cherry tobacco filled the room quickly as she waved the match.
Glancing up, she scowled at the no smoking sign. Make me, she thought wit h a smirk.
Pipe in her lips, she removed her gardening hat and gloves, happy to assist in keeping the old place alive and well. It had been hers for some time, but at last, it had swapped ownership multiple times. The latest owner and management seemed to enjoy it’s quaint and quirky qualities, quelling her need to quarrel with anyone about it. They had refurbished the rooms in their original design, though modernizing the amenities to encourage pleasant stays for their guests. She hadn’t been asked to help, nor did she work there. They simply allowed her to come and go as she pleased, letting guests know she was the former owner and visited from tim e to time.
The garden is sorted, so now to the next matter. Another college boy is staying the night. Wonder if I can just get by and avoid them altogether. Annoying shit, that business.
Tired from the heat of the day on her bare tan shoulders, she climbed the steps. They had indeed told guests of her coming and going to the point where the local college now made a game out of staying in a room. The college brats took turns, some coming back on multiple occasions, with one goal in mind; see who could lay with the Lady in Blue. She preferred it that way instead of her true namesake, and she’d keep it that way with the rash of blue balls and broken hearts she’d returned to t he campus.
A trail of pipe smoke lingered in the air in her wake. Behind the front desk, the receptionist coughed and hacked, waving it from his face. They stared into the darkness with a deep frown, chasing the smoke up the emp ty stairs.
“There she goes again. I wish she’d stop smoking; it’s killing my sinuses.” Snuffling his nose, he settled back into his chair. “Now, where was I in this book? Oh, yeah… the ja il scene.”
Jane wondered the halls, checking each door was locked and secured. One was cracked and she pulled it shut, nice and quiet as not to wake the old couple spending the week at the B&B. Satisfied all was in order, she spun to her room, then paused at the door. Her blue lamp was on, the glow coming through the bottom of the door, casting an eerie glow across the ha ll carpet.
Who the hell is in my room? Anger filled her and she pulled her pipe from her plump lips. Don’t tell me… I’m going to kill that pukwudgie. This is his doing!
Pushing through the door, she stopped at the bathroom door, glaring at her bed. Not one, but two college kids were having the time of their life in her sheets, on her quilt, in her room. Crossing her arms, she watched them with jealous intrigue. The blonde was naked, her pale skin blue under the lamp’s light as she rode atop the man. Her body thin, she was petite compared to Jane. There was a level of admiration though, the way her body waved as she straddled her lover. Torso snaking provocatively as she grinded against the cock she rode.
Athletic arms reached up, cupping her subtle breasts, making her pink nipples more pronounced. Jane’s face grew hot as she followed the overlapping layers of muscles back to their owner’s face. He bit his bottom lip, his lustful eyes making Jane completely jealous. They both moaned, arching against each other. Sweat painted their bodies, showing how long they’d been at it, neither paying heed to Jane’s presence in the room. His caramel skin a sexy contrast against the milk of her slender body. Long black locks of hair stuck to his face, his expression tense an d focused.
He muttered between groans, crooning in Spanish. It was enough to even make Jane wish she’d been in the girl’s place but shook her head. After all, she had been waging war against the hazing ritual they had rudely made her part of. Until they stopped, she refused to give into their game. Last thing she wanted was her B&B becoming the Blue Lady’s Whorehouse. She snorted, thinking about how her belated husband would roll over in his grave if she let their dream home twisted in s uch a way.
Her eyes fell on the man’s lips, thick and plump as they spoke foreign words of lust and love. Lips like that, he’s gotta be a go od kisser.
A phone buzzed on the bathroom vanity, scattering Jane’s thoughts. Curious, she picked it up, safely assuming the pink glittery case belonged to the blonde harlot shrieking in pleasure. She unlocked the phone and read the text. If they were going to invade her space, she would do the same, in the only means she had: the ir phones.
[Mark: Hey Babe. Wh ere u at?]
Oh? Another man is looking for her. She’s a busy one.
From the room, she heard the girl mutter, “Phillipe! Oh, oh, harder baby. Deepe r… y-yes…”
Another wave of Spanish and moaning came from her partner. Jane rolled her eyes.
She dove into the string of texts between this Karen and Phillipe. There, she found sexting and fanned herself. She didn’t need to watch them anymore. Jackpot! She had found a trove of dick pics and sultry pics exchanged betwee n the two.
The size of that man’s cock! Another shriek came from the room and Jane’s face flushed. I’d be singing like a banshee if that was for dessert! MERCY ME! Where’d she fit all that!
Another buzz and a new text disrupted Jane’ s viewing.
[Mark: I stopped by your place to bring you soup but your roommate said you were spending the weekend with your new b oyfriend.]
Ouch. If he’s her man, then she bailed on his ass this weekend for caliente caramel, sweetheart. Twisting her lips, her curiosity peaked. What have you been sending, Mark? Looks like her last reply was this morning saying she had the flu and stay away. Ha! I want to catch the flu if that’s what we’re calling Mister Span ish Lover!
[Mark: And apparently, that’ s not me.]
Oh, it’s definitely not you this weekend, sweetheart. Maybe she’ll cash you in next weekend? Jane snickered to herself, despite the creaking of her bed under the fucking couple annoying her. In fact, who are these other pictures she has of… how does Mark stack up against Mr. Calient e Caramel?
[Mark: Did you forget to break up with me or s omething?]
Jane ignored the text, flipping through the photo gallery. Her stomach knotted and she blinked, marveling over the dark-haired brute. Everything about him was her type and she cursed the girl for giving something like that up. She peeked back into the bedroom, baffled that they still had stamina, his hands gripping her hips, pushing himself deeper into her as she gasped with ea ch thrust.
The phone started ringing and she hit ignore. Poor guy. She’s a little too bus y to talk.
Another text buzzed through and Jane cringed, watching as the couple started to peak. The man repeating over and over, my lovely. With a howl and deep arch, Karen‘s ecstasy hit, bracing against his muscular thighs as she took in his throbbing cock, both co ming hard.
[Mark: Karen!! Call me A SAP!!!!!!]
Fuck this. Jane snapped a photo with Karen’s phone. Sent. Let’s see if this answers your question Mark. Shouldn’t be lo ng before…
[Mark: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!! YOU, CHEATING BITCH!!!!]
A smile crested Jane’s face. No one fucks in