Erotica Fantastica
“What she did remember was that her hands didn't reach very high when she awoke and found herself holding the iron railings of the graveyard fence. As time passed and the sleepwalking continued, her growth was marked more by that measure than any more normal record.
When it happened, the sudden awakening was akin to being slapped. Tara would inhale sharply, and the icy night air stung her face and lungs. The scent of the undergrowth quickly swamped and intoxicated her, creating a sensory memory that would call to her over and again.
Often she sensed a presence, as if she was being watched, and she glanced about. Behind her, where the path through the woods led home she saw nothing. She clutched tighter still to the railings and peered into the graveyard. Life pulsated somewhere deep and hidden in that place, and in the stillness of the night she felt it call to her. But young Tara was afraid, and she turned away and ran.
During her childhood years, that was as far as the nocturnal walk... took her.MoreLess
When it happened, the sudden awakening was akin to being slapped. Tara would inhale sharply, and the icy night air stung her face and lungs. The scent of the undergrowth quickly swamped and intoxicated her, creating a sensory memory that would call to her over and again.
Often she sensed a presence, as if she was being watched, and she glanced about. Behind her, where the path through the woods led home she saw nothing. She clutched tighter still to the railings and peered into the graveyard. Life pulsated somewhere deep and hidden in that place, and in the stillness of the night she felt it call to her. But young Tara was afraid, and she turned away and ran.
During her childhood years, that was as far as the nocturnal walk... took her.MoreLess
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