Puppet Masters · A Ghost Sex Story (Bizarre Erotica Stories)

Being a spirit is hard enough; trying to maintain an active sex life is almost

impossible. At least it was for Delia and Max, two lonely spirits who find

each other in the afterlife, but have no way to share their love for each

other. Especially when they’re looking for a little more physical contact than

what’s currently available in the spirit realm. But once they discover the

ability to inhabit the bodies of the living, the afterlife becomes much more

interesting...and much more erotic.

This ebook contains very explicit sexual content about Paranormal sex with

Ghost. Adults only should read this book, and only those adults who will not

be offended by mature content.

Here is a preview:

I finally waded through the non-humans and anyone or thing not actually in the

room with me and focused on the girl. With surprising ease I felt myself glide

into her human form. There was a brief ‘snap’, like the focus suddenly got

adjusted and everything was crystal clear. I had a body. And this body was

made for...and aching for...sex.

“Oh. My. God. Max, this is incredible.” I threw my arms around his neck,

feeling the warmth of his body through our clothes, feeling his heart beating

against my chest—against my breasts—as he hugged me back. I pulled away,

looking down.

“Max, I have breasts!” I ran my hands up over my stomach and cupped what had

to be double DDs in my hands, clutching and grasping at them. My body…my real

body…had had a hard time filling a B cup bra, even on a good day. These were

amazing. I knew it was shallow, but I wanted to see these, wanted to watch

them bounce and sway. I shook my shoulders and they did just that...bounced

and swayed in a really sexy way. I didn’t realize it was possible to get

turned on by watching your own fully clothed breasts jiggle, but apparently

for me it was.

Max was laughing, calmly undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “Delia,

you’re a trip. You know, I did this so we could make love, not so you could

have ‘private time’ with your breasts.” He reached out and finished undoing

the buttons on my shirt, peeling it off my shoulders. The bra I was wearing

was lacy and black, nothing like my familiar white cotton bras. I was

mesmerized.

“Oh, Max, look. How gorgeous.” The fabric of the bra was so soft, so delicate,

I wondered how it managed to keep her breasts restrained. One of my fingers

brushed against a nipple; there was an immediate jolt in the pit of my

stomach, something I’d never felt before. I did it again; again with the jolt.

Oh, I could get used to this.

“Delia, you’re beautiful. I’ve always said so. And yes, those are very

gorgeous breasts.” Max was still watching me, but looking a little less

amused.

“Oh, the breasts…yeah. I really meant the bra. But these breasts are amazing.”

I looked up at him and suddenly wanted his hands on my body, not my own. I

reached out, taking his hands in mine and putting them on my breasts. I saw

his eyes widen, heard him inhale sharply.

“Oh, Delia…I can finally touch you.