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Don't fuck with the occult. It sounded like sound advice for the superstitious and to those who dabble. But Vanessa had always been the kind of woman who studied every advice she'd ever been given as critically as she could, and then puts them in her back pocket.
She'll forget about it.
Vanessa had vaguely recalled superstitions about houses having its own type of spirit. Decades of being a place of shelter and protection, an old house eventually manifests a spirit that embodies those attributes. It might have been from one of the many videos she's watched or read in about it in social media...-christ- she doesn't even know anymore. The video talked about showing that spirit respect by greeting it when one comes home or thanking the house for protecting them. There was another video about offerings, incense, prayer, basically showing gratitude to your house 'guarding' you and your health, wealth, etc. The details are all so vague to her now, but the
idea
of it stuck to her.
It sounded like harmless fun and Vanessa was the kind of woman who liked to dip her toes in all that witchy shit for giggles. She doesn't quite believe in them, but what's the harm when it hasn't affected her yet? So, she told herself,
why not try this out
? It might draw in good luck her way. What could go wrong?
She made a simple altar in the corner of her living room, set right before she entered the hallways that led to the bedrooms so she wouldn't forget about it. The 'shrine' was a small table set with quartz, carnelian, and jade, a flower vase filled with peonies and other flowers that supposedly could draw in wealth, plus a small, scented candle, and incense. The shrine can pass as a cluster of quirky decorations, like one of many spots in her house that's littered with knickknacks. She was a single woman living alone in a single-story house, she can do whatever she wanted without the judgment or jokes from roommates.
"I'm home," Vanessa calls out cheerily into the space of her home, "thanks for keeping an eye on the place while I'm gone."
She enters her home through the garage, making sure the garage door itself closes before she shuts and locks the door. Setting her keys on the cat shaped hook and taking off her shoes, she begins her nightly ritual. She leaves her shoes on the shoe rack before entering her house proper. Passing by the little altar, she lights a stick of incense and walks away with a little smile. It wasn't long before the warm and heavy scent of spices saturated the entirety of her home. Vanessa leaves a window partly open to let the air circulate and mellow out the smell of the incense.
What had started as a little inside joke, became a fun little routine for her whenever she leaves or returns home. Whenever she goes out, she leaves an indirect kiss on the altar with the pads of her pointer and middle finger and taps the altar's surface. She says a quick thanks and lights a stick of incense whenever she returns. It wasn't meant to be anything, but Vanessa liked the little ritual that marked the start and end of her busy days.
With a tired sigh she made her way to the bathroom. She was exhausted, her feet throbbing from all the standing and walking around she had done throughout her shift at the nursing home. Her lower back ached and all she wanted was a warm shower, eat dinner, open one of her wine bottles, and melt into the couch where she planned to spend the night and part of her three days off. She runs the water in her shower to let the stall steam up. Her shirt came off and immediately tossed into the hamper. Pants slide down over hips and slide down to her ankles. She steps over them, picking up the discarded pants with her toss to follow the shirt down the hamper.
She slides her lacy black panties last. Waistband sliding over the curve of her pert ass and down her ankles. She tosses the underwear the same way as the rest and misses, leaving the piece of clothing mere inches by the hamper. Vanessa shrugs, she'll pick it up later after her shower, she shouldn't waste any more of the water.
Steam swallows her as she enters the shower stall, the warm stream of the shower meets her skin. Vanessa sighs and lets the water drench every inch of her. Fingers rub over her scalp with the shampoo cleansing her hair of all the dirt and oils of the recent days. She rubs her skin with a soapy washcloth, starting from her neck, shoulders, any part of her back she can reach. She works the washcloth over her breasts. The rough fabric of the washcloth rubbing over her slippery skin around her nipples and under her ample breasts. The washcloth slides downwards and between her legs, making sure every inch of her body was clean.
She lets the warm water wash over her soapy skin for a few minutes. Hot water relaxes her exhausted muscles. Tired as she was, Vanessa still let her hands roam. First cupping her breasts, sighing as she takes one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them before tugging at her nipples. Her hands roam a little more, sliding down the planes of her flat stomach and down her thighs before moving around to give her ass a firm squeeze.
It was all foreplay and teasing as she avoids touching her clit or her pussy. It was the start of her weekend. She has the whole night to fuck around, and she intends to do so. There is a box of her favorite toys with her name on it and she plans to use them all until she's exhausted herself. Stepping out of the shower stall, Vanessa grabs a nearby towel and dries herself. Leisurely patting herself dry while paying close attention to her breasts and her thighs.
She walks out of the bathroom with only a thin t-shirt on, she doesn't even bother with underwear tonight. She grabs her toys and some blankets from the linen closet and makes her way to her living room.
She'd forgotten the underwear she had left on the floor. If she had, she would have noticed that it had already been tossed neatly in the hamper.
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Doors locked, windows and blinds shut, all lights off, TV on, and Vanessa finds herself relaxing in the soft nest she made on her couch.
She had already planned to sleep in the living room tonight so she made it as comfortable as she could possibly make it. Pillows from her bedroom lay under her head while she embraced another. The couch pillows were set by her feet to prop them up and her blanket loosely covering her legs and midsection. Ten minutes into the movie she picked, and Vanessa's were already squirming from the bullet she'd slipped inside her pussy. It was humming a low vibration, and it was doing its job in getting her body hot and her cunt dripping wet. She squeezes her tight walls around the little toy and simply revels in the sensation of having her pussy filled with something. Even if it was a little small...
Settling more comfortably on her couch, she opens her legs wider and hooks one leg over the back rest while the other rests on the floor. Her legs wide open and her pussy on full display of her living room. She takes the little toy out of her and slips in a vibrator. It was larger and she let out a pleased noise as the bulbous tip pushed in and stretched her walls wider until it bottomed out. She moves the toy in and out, loving the feel of every ridge and bump of the toy rubbing her insides. She glances at the movie she was watching and curses, she'd lost track of the movie and reaches for the remote to fix it. Satisfied, she turns her attention to the toy stuffed perfectly inside her and turns the vibration on at its lowest setting.
For a while she watched the movie while she played with her clit and enjoyed the gentle buzz of the toy. She indulges herself with the fantasy that the man in the tv was the one playing with her. She closes her eyes whenever the man spoke, listened to his rumbling base of a voice while she rubbed around her clit and the wet folds of her pussy. Imagined those lips kissing down her neck and suckling on her tits; those rough and calloused looking hands spreading her legs and then her pussy wide and ready for his cock...
...
...and then they kill the man on screen.
Vanessa stops the movie and drops the remote on the coffee table with unwarranted violence.
"Did they really have to kill him off that way?" She grumbled, her mood dipping after watching the man's gruesome on-screen death, "Damn... "
