The Bouquet at 9 is a Paranormal Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Sandra is confused. Every night when she comes home, there are roses waiting for her. She doesn’t know who they’re from and she is intrigued. Night after night, the roses never failed to arrive. A beautiful bouquet was delivered each night exactly at nine. There was never a name on the card accompanying them. Just a line in praise for her body parts, different one each time and signed off as “love.” It started with her beautiful black hair and now lingers on her silken thighs. Who is the sender? She can’t think of who it may be. Everywhere she goes she wonders if she will see the mystery man. How does he know so much about her body, as if he has seen her naked, touched her, felt her….? The mystery continues until finally he schedules a meeting with her. What will she find? Will he be everything she has ever dreamed of?Excerpt:At home in her bed, Sandra kept thinking about the mess her life has been as of now. She could think nothing but the sex. The bouquets’ cards have become more suggestive and sensual in their messages. They have always been such a turn on. Sandra was dying to meet her masked lover but did not want to risk having a casual sexual intimacy with total strangers. She masturbated herself to an orgasm, thinking about her faceless man who sends her roses by the dozen!One night she got a card in the bouquet that asked her to come on Saturday night at a secluded spot in her car alone. Sandra got super excited at the thought of meeting him. It has been three months now that he was pouring expensive love on her. She wanted to return favors now with her exquisite body and elegant sensuality.She bought a new dress the very next day. It was black and very close-fitting. She couldn’t wear a bra with it, as it was backless. It had a halter neck that showed the rims of her rounded firm breasts. The dress was so revealing that if she bent or sat down she would exhibit the whole shebang. Saturday night Sandra looked very sexy in her new dress and high heels. She thought of even going panty-less but that would be too bold and desperate statement to make. So she put on black lace panties. She looked in the mirror. Her shapely fair body looked glowing in black satin of the dress. “I hope I meet my dream man today and return with my panties in my handbag!” Sandra winked at herself.
