“I can’t believe you’re going to live here.” Annie said, opening a brown cardboard box filled with my books.
The movers had just finished delivering the last of my possessions to my new apartment, and my best friend, Annie, agreed to help me unpack.
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” I said, defending my new home. Sure, it was in an old building from the Victorian era, and didn’t have many modern amenities like a dishwasher or central air conditioning, but it had some cool, quirky details like a carved fireplace, hardwood floors, and a clawfoot bathtub. “You don’t think it’s even a little bit charming?”
“Charming? You’ve got to be kidding me, Charlotte!” Annie scoffed. Her own apartment was in a brand new building across town, modern and clean with white walls, beige carpets and stainless steel appliances. “This place looks like it belongs to the Addams Family. I’d be scared to sleep here if I were you. I bet it’s totally haunted!”
As soon as Annie said that, the candle I had just placed on the fireplace mantle fell to the ground with a bang. We both jumped, startled by the loud sound.
“See? I told you!” Annie exclaimed. I shook my head at her. I must have put that candle too close to the edge.
“Well, I ain’t afraid of no ghosts!” I said, leaning down to pick up the fallen candle. Cheesy, I know, but I couldn’t resist. Annie just rolled her eyes at me.
“Besides, it’s not like I have much of a choice. This place is cheap, and I’m broke.” I went to set the candle back on the mantle, far away from the edge. I felt a brush of cool air against my face.
Weird.
And then I noticed something tucked into the fireplace. It was just a small corner of white, poking out. I could have easily missed it if the candle hadn’t fallen.
I pulled it out, slowly unfolding the aged paper. It was a photograph.
“Hey, come check this out!” I said, staring down at the picture. It was a black and white portrait, and obviously very old.
“Woah, creepy!” Annie said, joining me to examine the photo.
The man in the picture was young, probably in his late twenties, like me. He wore a dark three-piece suit and a stoic expression on his face, although I was pretty sure I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.
He had dark hair, pale skin, and eyes that were obviously a light color, probably blue or green. He was devastatingly handsome, and I instantly felt drawn to him.
“Creepy? Really? You don’t think he’s kind of good looking?” I asked, still staring down at this mystery man. I felt another flash of cold air, this time tingling against the back of my neck.
“No way, he looks like a spook. Charlotte, you know that you could come stay with me.” Annie said, giving me a worried look. “You could take over the guest bedroom.”
“Thanks, Annie, really. But I need to be on my own for once. Besides, you’re allergic to cats, and I’m not getting rid of Claude.” I picked my grey cat up from his perch on an end table, hugging him close.
“Suit yourself. Just remember to put the phone number for the ghostbusters by your bed tonight. You’ll need it if you stay here!” Annie said, and we both burst into laughter.
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Annie stayed until about nine o’clock that night. We got most of my living room and kitchen unpacked, then ordered Chinese food and split most of a bottle of white wine.
After she left, I cleaned up our dinner plates. As I dipped my hands in the hot, soapy water, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I can’t really explain it, but I just knew that there were eyes on me.
I checked all of the windows, making sure that each one was locked before drawing down the shades. But even after I’d blocked out the outside world, I still felt that strange sensation, as if someone’s gaze was following my every move.
“Get a grip, Charlotte.” I mumbled to myself. Claude lazily lifted his head, yellow eyes glaring at me. Apparently I’d interrupted his nap.
I decided that a bath and an early bedtime would be the best plan. Clearly I was exhausted from moving and unpacking.
I went into the bathroom and started the water running in the big, old clawfoot tub while I poured in some lavender scented bubble bath and lit a few candles. I stripped out of my clothes and piled my long hair into a messy bun on top of my head.
I smiled, basking in the warm glow of the flames, and slowly lowered my tired body into the hot water.
“Mmmmmm.” I moaned to myself, leaning back against the cool white porcelain. This was exactly what I needed.
Inhaling deeply, enjoying the soft scent of lavender, I felt more relaxed than I had in weeks. I sank deeper into the warm water, my eyes slipping closed as my tensions slipped away.
And then I felt it again.
My eyes snapped open as that creeping sense that someone was watching me washed over me. Despite the heat of the water, chills went down my spine.
But there was nothing there, just the flickering flames of the candles. I let out a deep breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding as I sank back into the water.
“Geez, Charlotte, paranoid much?” I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples. But I just couldn’t seem to get back to my relaxed state.
With a frustrated sigh, I pulled the plug to the bathtub.
I dried myself off, blew out my candles, and headed to my bedroom. I looked down and smiled when I felt Claude rub against my ankles.
“Good, you can keep me company until I fall asleep.” I told him, and he meowed a reply.
I pulled a silk nightie out of my dresser and slipped it over my head, enjoying the feel of smooth, cool fabric against my skin. I reached for my hairbrush on top of the dresser, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
I whipped my head around, my gaze shooting to the rocking chair in the far corner. There it was, slowly rocking back and forth.
“What the hell?” I said, to no one in particular, as I watched the empty chair languidly move by itself. “I guess that window is drafty. I’ll need to call the landlord tomorrow. Or maybe I need the ghostbusters, after all.”
I tried to ignore the chair as it came to a gradual stop, and pulled back the covers on my bed. When I reached over to the nightstand to pick up my book, I was surprised to see the drawer open.
My sleek purple vibrator was in plain view. That was definitely strange. I hadn’t used it since moving, and I swore that I had kept it wrapped in a drawstring pouch and pushed it toward the back of the drawer when I unpacked.
It was a good thing Annie hadn’t helped me in the bedroom today. That certainly would have been embarrassing!
I reached down and grabbed the vibrator, wrapped it back up in the pouch, and put it in it’s rightful home way in the back before shutting the drawer.
The moment I took my hand off of the knob, the drawer flew back open.
I stared at it dumbly, my mouth hanging open. And there was my vibrator again, unwrapped, in plain view, right in the middle of the drawer.
What the hell?
I began to lean over to close the drawer again, but I felt something brush against my shoulder. I let out a gasp. There was nothing there but the air around me, but I was sure that I was being touched.
I sat completely still, except for my heavy breathing. There it was again! I was positive that there was something at my shoulder. The sensation was cool and almost a little tingly, sending a shiver down my spine.
The silence of the room was absolutely deafening, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. There was definitely something weird, something unnatural, happening.
The sensation continued to play at my shoulder, and it almost felt as if icy cold fingers were caressing me. My mind went back to my conversation with Annie from this afternoon, when we were joking about the apartment being haunted. But that was ridiculous. A ghost couldn’t be here, opening my drawer, moving my vibrator, touching my shoulder... Could it?
“No, of course not.” I answered my own question, speaking out loud to break the deafening quiet. I shook my head at myself, hardly believing that I was being so silly, and moved to go close the drawer again.
This time, I was pushed back, flat against my mattress, by an invisible force. I hit the bed with a thud, my breath catching in my throat. I was too stunned to try to move, but the feeling of icy tendrils on my wrists told me that I wouldn’t be able to, even if I did make an attempt.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice small, my eyes wide. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
My plea was met with more silence, but the tendrils that were holding my wrists loosened, began to move. They slowly flowed up my arms, moving in a languid, snaking pattern. Goosebumps sprung up across my skin, but the icy strokes left me feeling oddly warm.
Up they moved, over my forearms, through the crooks of my elbows, across my biceps. They swirled at my shoulders before heading to my neck, where they traced an intricate pattern.
And then they trailed down. I let out a loud gasp when I felt the tendrils against my breasts, almost as if icy hands were groping me. Before I knew what was happening, my body responded to the teasing caresses. I leaned in to the touch as I felt a shiver shoot up my spine. A low moan escaped my throat when those frosty fingers moved to my nipples.
My pink nubs were hard in an instant, and whether it was from the cold or the touch, I don’t know. But they were at full attention, straining against my smooth silk nightie like bullets. I moaned again as I felt the icy tendrils swirling around my nipples, circling them slowly, making me writhe as my breathing turned heavy.
My entire body was tingling, covered in goosebumps, but I no longer felt cold. Instead, there was a warmth rising up, radiating out of me from deep within.
I didn’t know what part of this scenario was most unbelievable. Was it the fact that I was almost definitely being groped by a spirit, or ghost, or whatever this was? Or that, instead of being frightened out of my mind by this strange paranormal activity, I seemed to somehow be enjoying it?
As my nipples continued to be torturously teased, I suddenly felt more cool tendrils at my ankles. My breath caught in my throat. I definitely wasn’t expecting that.
They began to move up my legs, tracing slow patterns as they went. Up, up, up they traveled, gliding over my calves, my knees, my thighs. When they circled in, snaking against my inner thighs, I let out a cry.
The sensation was overwhelming. The feel of icy hot vapors playing with my nipples and massaging my upper, inner thighs at the same time was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, or anything I ever expected to feel in my lifetime.
I began moving my hips, a burning desire building. These otherworldly caresses were stoking that fire inside of me, igniting an ache deep within my wet pussy.
I was hungry for more, my body yearning for satisfaction.
The otherworldly touches on my thighs began moving against my legs with more urgency, more force. I felt my legs being forced open, my invisible lover pushing my thighs apart. Once my legs were spread, the swirling fingers traveled upwards, homing in on my eager mound.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, arching my back as the tendrils traced the folds of my hot slit, leaving a trail of icy tingles in their wake. I’d never felt anything like that before, and it was beyond exquisite.
They kept at it, moving slowly, then quickly, then slowing down again. The icy vapors were teasing me, making my breath catch in my throat.
And then they zeroed in on my clit, rippling over and around it with insistence.
Holy. Shit.
I let out a gasping cry as an intense orgasm crashed into me. The chilly tendrils kept working me, playing against my clit and my breasts, as a tingling fire flooded my body. I was trembling, gasping for air, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
My orgasm seemed to stretch on and on, lasting longer than it had any right to. I was completely lost to it, and nothing existed but this incredible feeling.
When I finally finished, my breath ragged in my throat, I collapsed back against the mattress. The tendrils were nothing more than light strokes against me, and fading more and more with each feathery touch.
My whole body was still tingling just a little bit, and aftershocks of my orgasm were sending small spasms out from my sopping slit.
But I realized that I was still hot, I still wanted more.
“Are you-” I began, my voice nothing more than a whisper. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to ask a ghost to pleasure me more? The pulsing in my pussy told me that yes, I definitely was.
“Are you still here?” I asked, the question seeming almost absurd in the empty room. But I knew that while I may have been the only person in the room, I definitely hadn’t been alone.
And a moment later, I felt those sweet, icy fingers trail against my cheek, answering my question. A smile spread across my lips, relieved and happy to know that my invisible lover, whoever or whatever he was, was still with me.
“I want some more.” I whispered. I pulled the silk nightie up, over my head, tossing it to the floor. Leaning back into my pillows, I spread my legs once more, presenting myself to the otherworldly presence.
A buzzing noise broke the silence of the room, startling me. Before I could place the sound, I noticed movement at the side of the bed.
My sleek purple vibrator was levitating, slowly moving through the air.
Okay, that was unexpected.
I briefly wondered if I’d just gone insane. Maybe I was just so desperate to feel desired that I’d made up a ghostly lover. Maybe I was seeing things, and my purple vibrator wasn’t actually making it’s way towards me right now, being moved by some invisible force.
But as the vibrator homed in on it’s target, and I felt it’s tip pressing against my wet folds, I knew that I wasn’t insane.
This was real, this was definitely happening.
I felt those icy hot fingers stroking me again, brushing against my neck, my chest, my thighs... They felt like they were all over me now. I moaned, writhing under the multitude of invisible touches.
And then the dildo eased itself into me. I gasped as it pushed past my folds, my juices allowing it to glide inside and fill me up effortlessly.
It was vibrating in a pattern that definitely wasn’t normal. Pulsing deep inside of me, it would speed up, and then slow down, making my toes curl. It was the same strange, otherworldly temperature as the invisible tendrils that were swirling all over my body, that wonderfully unreal mixture of icy cool and burning hot.
My breath became shallow as the vibrator was moved in and out of me, each advance sending a little wave of ecstasy rolling through my body. I felt like every single nerve of my being was alive and humming as the ethereal tendrils caressed every inch of my body.
I had never felt so consumed by hot, burning desire, never been driven to a point of such extreme yearning. I had no choice but to give myself over to it completely, as rational thought and awareness abandoned me.
I was crying out with each and every pulsating thrust. My back was arching, my hips were bucking up, lifted off of the bed. Whether I was moving them on my own, or my invisible lover was lifting me up, I’ll never know.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I moaned, moving my hips against the force that was penetrating me. I let out another cry as my nipples were grasped by unseen fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes...” I was perilously close to the edge, driven nearly to the point of oblivion. And then, with one more deep push, I went over.
A wordless, primal cry escaped my lips as pure, white hot release flooded my body. My head thrashed from side to side. My fingers tightly gripped the bed sheets. My toes curled. My entire body quivered as a thousand little earthquakes overwhelmed me.
I had never had a more intense, more all consuming orgasm in my life.
After a time that seemed like eternity, I slowly began my return to planet earth. My breath was shallow, my body was still pulsing from the intensity of the pleasure I’d just experienced, with small aftershocks causing me to spasm. There was a sopping pool of my own juices underneath of me.
I was deeply satisfied, completely spent and utterly exhausted. As I felt my eyelids grow heavy and begin to slip closed, the blankets were pulled up, invisible hands moving them over me, tucking me in. I snuggled down under them, a wide, satisfied smile playing across my lips.
I felt icy tendrils stroking my cheek ever so gently as I drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning, I was humming to myself as I drank a cup of coffee when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered, my voice sounding chipper.
“Well, you sound cheerful this morning! I take it you didn’t get attacked by any ghosts last night, then?” Annie asked on the other end.
I felt a wide smile spread across my face.
“Let’s just say that I really like this place. I have a feeling I’ll be staying here for quite a while.” I told her. I picked up the photo that we’d found yesterday, and glanced down at the handsome man.
And did a double take. And then a triple take.
His face was completely different than it had been when I found the photo. Instead of the serious expression he had worn yesterday, the gorgeous man was now giving a wolfish grin, winking a mischievous eye at the camera.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the deviously playful face in the photograph.
“What’s so funny?” Annie asked. Oops, I’d almost forgotten I was on the phone.
And then I felt the cool tendrils from last night, playing against my chest. My robe was being opened, little by little.
“I, uh-” I started, but my breath caught in my throat when I felt an icy finger snake toward my nipple. “I’ve got to go, Annie. I’ll, um-” another gasp as my robe was pushed completely open, exposing my bare breasts. “I’ll call you later!” I cried, quickly hanging up the phone.
I stood up from the chair, letting my robe fall to the floor. I picked up the old photograph, smiled down at the mischievous, beautiful man.
“Come on, you,” I said, heading towards the bedroom. “I’m ready for another go...”
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What happens when a girl, a guy and a ghost hop into bed together? Find out in Ghost Threesome, the sexy, fun followup to Ghost Sex!
When Charlotte brings a real live, flesh and blood man back to her haunted apartment for a night of hot sex, she's not sure what to expect.
As things heat up with her hunky date, she begins to feel the icy cool tendrils of her horny ghost caressing her too. Can Charlotte handle two lovers at once - one flesh and one spirit?
Here's a taste of what's in store:
He was kissing my neck again, and his hands roamed my body. Strong fingers caressed my arms, my chest, the curve of my waist, leaving hot, tingling trails in their wake.
And then, I felt an icy cold touch against my thigh.
I gasped, totally surprised by the unexpected sensation.
“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked, looking up at me with concerned eyes. I let out a deep breath and forced a smile.
“Yeah, I’m great. Just, um,” I racked my brain for an excuse. “Ticklish! I’m a little bit ticklish.” I said, and mentally congratulated myself for my quick thinking.
“Oh, okay. I’ll try to be more careful.” Jeremy said, and brought his mouth back to my neck. As he kissed me, a bit more tentatively than before, I leaned back into my pillows.
His tongue moved to my breast, and I moaned my encouragement as he kissed my nipple through the thin, lacy fabric of my bra. The feel of his hot mouth closing around my pink nub sent a wave of pleasure through me.
And then I felt frosty, invisible fingers caress my neck before snaking down to my unoccupied breast. Those cool tendrils slowly curled around my nipple, teasing and tickling.
I tossed my head back and moaned, writhing under Jeremy’s touch, and my ghost’s. The twin sensations of hot and cold working me at the same time was almost too much to bear, and I felt an incredible icy heat flow down, down, down.
Was this how tonight was going to go? Was my otherworldly lover really going to join in with Jeremy and I? I felt a tugging deep within me at just the thought of it...
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