Chapter 3: The Trunk
Inside the trunk, neatly folded, was what looked like a flannel or fleece blanket. Reaching down I felt it. Fleece. And very soft! I ran my fingers over the surface, feeling a tingle of pleasure. Lifting the blanket, I noticed there were folded sheets beneath the blanket. Momentarily I became still, and listened. Nothing.
I draped the blanket over my shoulders and around me. The sensation of its softness against my naked skin was exquisite, especially down below where the blanket brushed against my privates. This sent a s****l thrill that was welcome not only for the pleasure itself, but for the fact that it seemed to diminish the creepy sense that still haunted the room.
I shifted the blanket, which produced more pleasurable sensations. Then I went to the center of
