The next morning, Jordan wakes up to irritation of his private area. He looked under the blanket and found that he was hard. He also found seamen all over his grey sweatpants. He must've had some type of wet dream.
"Damn, it felt so real." He thought to himself.
It felt as if someone had came to his house and took advantage of him in his sleep.
He goes to the bathroom to take him a shower. He put his clean clothes on the counter and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Suddenly he heard the shower faucet turn and the shower came on. He looked inside the shower and finds no one.
"I know this shower did not just come on-"
He stares at it for a second then shrugs.
"This weed is probably getting to me." He thought to himself.
He began undressing himself. The mirror began to fog up as the water gets warmer. A figure appears in the mirror. It was standing behind Jordan. It looked as if it was readying to take a selfie. He felt a presence behind him. He looks in the mirror, but nobody was there. He sighs. He gets in the shower.
He starts bathing himself. He feels someone bathing behind him, but he didn't really think anything of it. He felt someone slapping his butt. He jumped.
"Yo what the fuck??"
He turns around and didn't see anything or anybody.
"Fuck me." He said.
"I already did." A fainted female voice said.
He immediately got out the, got dressed and ran out the bathroom.
Later that day...
Jordan sits in his truck, waiting outside the apartment complex. A light skin woman comes out the apartment. She wears a red dress, white heels, and her hair is in box braids. Jordan stares in amazement.
"Damn shorty you look fine in person."
"Thank you." She said in her strong British accent.
"Damn, your voice."
She laughs.
"Are we going to head back to your spot or what?"
"Right right, allow me to help you in my truck."
He gets out and opens the passenger side door for her.
"Thank you." She told him.
"No problem ma."
"This is a big truck."
"Yup and powerful too." He added.
"I bet."
Just like this dick
"So... Mr. Carter, ready to go?" She asked flirtatiously.
"We shall Miss Ariel."
He got in the truck and drove off.
He pulls up at his driveway. Ariel looks at the yard.
"This place seems... familiar."
"Yeah?"
"I know somebody who used to live here."
He felt a little uneasy after she said that. He shrugs it off.
"Probably moved?"
"I guess so, although I haven't heard from her in a while." She answers.
"Oh damn."
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Succubella | Rubi Rose
Paranormal⚠️ Warning! This story contains strong sexual content, language, and may be considered inappropriate for younger readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Isabella was a well known stripper who was shot and killed outside her home after a drug deal...
