Cursed Affair

Margaret had always been a rational woman, a scientist who believed in cold, hard facts. But after the tragic accident that took the life of her husband and left her with a traumatic brain injury, she found herself questioning her own sanity.

Every night, she was plagued by vivid dreams of a man named Alistair, a handsome and brooding figure who lived a hundred years in the past. At first, she thought they were simply hallucinations brought on by her injury. But as the dreams continued, she couldn’t help but feel a deep and primal connection to this mysterious man.

Alistair, too, seemed to be drawn to Margaret. He spoke to her in her dreams, his voice a deep and sensual rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “You and I are bound, Margaret,” he would say, his eyes burning with a dark and intense passion. “Our fates are intertwined across time.”

As the dreams became more and more erotic, Margaret found herself longing to be with Alistair in the flesh. She would touch herself as she slept, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the weight of his body pressing down on her.

One night, the dream took a turn. Margaret found herself standing in front of Alistair, her body trembling with desire. He was just as she had imagined, tall and muscular with a ruggedly handsome face. His eyes were dark and intense, and she could feel the power of his gaze as it roamed over her body.

Without a word, Alistair pulled Margaret to him, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his arms as they encircled her. She moaned as he ran his hands over her curves, his touch setting her skin on fire.

As they broke apart, Alistair knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender and reverent. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Margaret’s heart raced as Alistair leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She gasped as he trailed kisses up her leg, his tongue teasing her as he went. She could feel herself growing wet, her body aching for more.

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Finally, Alistair’s lips found her core, his tongue delving deep inside her. She cried out as he licked and sucked, her hips bucking against him as the pleasure built. She could feel herself on the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

But Alistair wouldn’t let her. He pushed her over the edge, his fingers joining his tongue as he brought her to a shattering orgasm. Margaret’s legs gave out, but Alistair was there to catch her, his arms strong and steady as he held her close.

As she caught her breath, Margaret reached down and gently pulled Alistair to his feet. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the need that matched her own. She reached down and freed his cock, stroking it gently as she leaned in to kiss him.

Alistair growled, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Margaret could feel him, hard and ready, as she guided him inside her. She gasped as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him.

Alistair began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Margaret could feel herself building towards another orgasm, her body tensing as the pleasure washed over her. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering with the force of it.

Alistair followed soon after, his own release triggered by Margaret’s. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. They lay there, panting and gasping, as their hearts slowly returned to normal.

As they lay there, Margaret knew that she had a choice to make. She could break the curse that bound them, or she could embrace the darkness it brought. In that moment, as she looked into Alistair’s eyes, she knew that she would choose the latter.

Together, they would face whatever darkness came their way. And they would do it with passion, lust, and a love that transcended time.

© Seductive Poetry