Dreaming By The Sea (an Erotic Paranormal Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
A sensual sound that fired my imagination to think about things I hadn’t since…since… Well, in a very long time. I frowned, annoyed that the thought had been so fleeting I couldn’t give it substance, but that was just how my mind worked. Frustrated with the elusive memory, I turned my face into the wind and enjoyed the way it whipped at my hair and the nightgown I’d thrown on before making the trek down to the beach. The way the light played at the edge of the horizon had proved too much temptation for me to stay inside the cabin that hugged the cliff. The air was cool with an underlying note of humid heat. Cloying enough to make the silk stick to my skin, but I didn’t care. No one was there to see my thin nightgown mold to my body. I hadn’t wanted to dress since I rose from bed that morning. One of the perks of being a writer. I’d worked without a break all day, but now needed to clear the cobwebs before I headed back into my story. I strode beside the water, jumping back to avoid the tidal fingers that seeped between the rocks lining the shore to rush across the sand.
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