Sleeping with a Ghost
By
E. S. Young
This was inspired by Joel "Money Grubber" Schumacher and Victoria's Secret's lovely line of lacey undergarments. (blows a kiss) This one's for you, buddy. Enjoy.
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Brielle stood in the doorway, arms akimbo, wearing nothing more than her silk, sky blue robe. She smirked at the masked man on her bed, her dainty hands fingering the tie of her robe teasingly. They lingered on the knot for several seconds, making in air fraught with anticipation. Brielle's smirk widened.
And then…she pulled.
In one fluid movement the knot dissolved into nothing more than a long, blue silk cord. The robe lay in a puddle of fabric at her feet.
With the robe gone he could finally see what surprises Brielle had hidden for him underneath it. She could have sworn she saw his eyes widen in awe, although the mask obstructed quite a lot of his features. Lingerie, blue like the robe, clung to her body like a lacy spider web. He must have known that she had bought it specifically for this night, the night when they would finally come together. When they would finally be…one.
Of course, the fishnet stay-ups with lace tops were cutting off the circulation to her thighs. She had to be careful when she breathed, as the supposedly lightly lined push-up bustier was giving her lungs difficulties. To add to her problems, the garter belt was far too tight, and the matching g-string gave Brielle the distinct impression that she was flossing her behind, but she wasn't about to mention that to him. It would spoil the moment. And she didn't want that.
He smiled at her from the bed, bidding her to come and join him. Brielle returned the favor and grinned fiendishly.
This was it.
He was ready. She could practically hear him screaming "Come to me, my Angel!"
She was ready and she was a second away from returning "I am soooo your true Angel of Music!"
With a meow like a cat, Brielle flashed her long, perfectly manicured fingernails and dove into the bed.
He was warm, so warm, as he pressed against her. She leaned her head against him, taking not of how soft and comfortable he was. But she had known that beforehand. Any idiot would know that he of all people would be soft and comfortable.
An echoing groan of pleasure sounded throughout the bedroom as Brielle snuggled deeper into her new comforter.
With a sigh, Brielle smiled into her black pillow with the mask pattern.
Finally…
The flannel, Phantom of the Opera-themed bedding she had ordered on eBay all those weeks ago had arrived around noon that day. She had been waiting for hours just to go to bed, and now, at long last, she fulfilled her deepest desire. Letting her eyes slide shut, Brielle slept with the Phantom of the Opera.
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Hope that was entertaining. As a note, the name 'Brielle' is the female equivalent to the French word 'Brie' which means 'cheese.' ;) And while I do not own Phantom-themed bed sheets, after seeing the Phantom balloons and the Phantom potholders on eBay, I'm willing to believe anything. Yes, Phantom condoms would have been funnier, but Phantom sheets leave room for the pun. ;D