\u201cSo nothing like handcuffs at all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, I know about handcuffs. I died in handcuffs. I\u2019m a hardcore bitch.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liz snorted, wine in hand, climbing into bed. \u201cYou died in a huge car crash. It was the first thing I learned about you. You can\u2019t lie to your medium, gorgeous.\u201d<\/p>\n
When the dating pool of the living ran dry, suddenly the dead didn\u2019t look so bad. Or didn\u2019t look like anything. Liz could feel the ghosts in her head, but couldn\u2019t conjure up an image of what they physically looked like in life. Becca could have looked like anything. Becca probably looked like a gory mess from the car accident that caused her death. Liz didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
Becca was funny. Becca loved her. Becca was dead. Dating a ghost only left certain logistics a little complicated, but that was the point of tonight. Working past the complications.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo\u2026 you ready for this, babe?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liz sipped a bit of wine and considered Becca\u2019s question. A relationship could still be very satisfying without sex. Becca had no physical body with which to pleasure Liz. But\u2026 there were other things they could do and share.<\/p>\n
The glass of wine didn\u2019t make a sound as Liz placed it on the nightstand. \u201cI\u2019m ready, Becs. Now get inside me and let\u2019s get naughty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Becca obeyed with a glee and lust that were beyond words.<\/p>\n
It was cold at first, that familiar cold, only\u2026 more so. Liz almost shivered, and then she did shiver, from the sudden awareness of thoughts and memories and feelings that weren\u2019t her own. It tickled her mind and then tickled her limbs, until her bare arms and legs were covered in gooseflesh. Her stomach twitched, the back of her neck prickled, and Liz opened her legs, eager for more.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m taking over now,\u201d Becca said, somewhere in her head.<\/p>\n
Psychic possession was dangerous. Nothing to play around with. But when Liz compared it to BDSM, to cuffing a lover and surrendering control, it wasn\u2019t any different. Becca was in control. They wouldn\u2019t even need a safe word, because Becca was in her mind and would know when, if ever, to stop.<\/p>\n
Liz\u2019s nipples strained against the nightgown. One of her arms moved, a little jerkily, and Liz gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMm-hmm.\u201d<\/p>\n
She surrendered, let Becca take control. Becca hadn\u2019t had a physical body in decades. She went right to Liz\u2019s chest, running Liz\u2019s own fingertips against her stiff nipples, rolling them and pinching them through the sheer fabric. Together they moaned. Liz was already wet, something Becca was acutely aware of.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh God\u2026\u201d Becca gasped in her head. \u201cYou feel so good\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Liz agreed with a moan. \u201cTouch me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Pure cheekiness. \u201cBut I\u2019m not touching you. You\u2019re touching yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Becca made her hands slide up and down the nightgown, pressing the fabric between her legs until it became soaked with her juices. Liz jumped a little when she found her own fingers at her mouth, opening her lips to suck on them, while Becca made her pull up the hem of the nightgown.<\/p>\n
\u201cI like it when you suck me, Liz,\u201d Becca\u2019s voice was breathy in her mind, full of want, and when she pulled Liz\u2019s fingers out of her mouth and slipped the wet fingers inside the fabric to play with a nipple while Becca found her damp curls and wet folds, they both gasped, echoing the sound to each other.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re beautiful,\u201d Becca moaned. The hand slipped away from Liz\u2019s breast, brushed against her face, into her hair, feeling every textured curl and inch of skin, while Becca went wild lower down, pressing fingers inside Liz and rubbing them in fast little circles against her clit. \u201cTell me what you want\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Liz gasped helplessly. She could resist Becca\u2019s possession if she tried, but had no interest in trying. She wanted… she wanted those,\u00a0her<\/em>\u00a0hands everywhere.\u00a0 She wanted to feel her own skin as though for the first time, she wanted to thrash and scream and come with Becca\u2026<\/p>\n And Becca said no more, knowing what Liz wanted, giving it to her, using Liz\u2019s own hand to rub her clit and pinch her nipples and lead her body into squirming exhalations until together they shook and trembled and moaned their way through a full-body orgasm.<\/p>\n Liz\u2019s body was not cold at all, not even with Becca still inside her. She was hot, breathing hard, limbs tingling, still not back under her control.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d forgotten how good that could feel. I love you, Liz. Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Liz smiled tiredly. Becca wasn\u2019t usually tender with words. \u201cI love you too, Bec\u2014oh jeez!\u201d Liz almost felt like she was falling as Becca made her rise from the bed, rummaging for something in the bedside drawer. It was like being suspended by ropes, watching her own hands dig through notebooks and socks for Becca\u2019s prize.<\/p>\n \u201cSuccess!\u201d Liz blushed as she held up a thick, bright pink dildo. \u201cNow\u2026 lie back while I fuck you, babe. It\u2019s been too long since I worked one of these beauties.\u201d<\/p>\n Liz was right. It wasn\u2019t like handcuffs at all. It was a much sweeter surrender.<\/p>\n –<\/p>\n Lazuli Jones’ work has previously appeared in numerous anthologies, including\u00a0Best Women\u2019s Erotica of the Year – Volume 1, Toy Box, They Do, Mythologically Torqued<\/i>,\u00a0Nasty: Fetish Fights Back,\u00a0<\/i>and the upcoming\u00a0The Big Book of Submission<\/i>. Their first novel,\u00a0Abyssal Zone<\/i>, is available from eXtasy Books. A performer and queer activist, Lazuli lives with their partner in Southern Ontario.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Surrender” by Lazuli Jones \u201cProbably it\u2019ll feel like handcuffs, only\u2026\u201d \u201cOnly\u2026?\u201d Liz echoed with a smile, pouring a glass of wine for one. She wore a lilac nightgown, a sheer little thing, and her skin was already goose-pimpled from the cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[242,350,428],"class_list":["post-3855","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microfictions","tag-halloween-microfiction","tag-lazuli-jones","tag-microfiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3855","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3855"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3855\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3855"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3855"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3855"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![](\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/images\/halloween_2017_banner_3.jpg\")
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