Naomi Giles walked through her newly purchased century-old Victorian home on the outskirts of town.

The past year had been such a headache for her. First her bastard husband divorced her to be with his twenty-years-younger secretary, and then it seemed like she kept getting assigned to the crap cases at work. At forty-three, she never imagined she'd be starting her life over, but here she was, nearly a thousand miles away from her former life in a quaint little town.

As she looked at the rustic decor and phenomenal architecture, she couldn't help but laugh a little. She had heard stories of the house being haunted but she never bought into things like ghosts and ESP or junk like that. To her, the supernatural didn't exist. No one had ever proved it did. So for her, the quaint Victorian was the perfect cozy fixer-upper she had been looking for.

One evening, a few weeks later, Naomi sat at her dining table and mused over some business documents. She moved here planning to start her own law office and was finalizing her application for a business license. So far everything had gone rather smoothly. The clerk at the Chamber of Commerce Licensing Office was very polite and extremely helpful in her quest.

As she was filling out the last form, a strange noise caught her attention. She wasn't exactly sure what it sounded like but she glanced around the room over the thin frames of her reading glasses. Suddenly a loud creak echoed through the house and startled her. She stood up quickly and cautiously investigated each room for the source.

Naomi found nothing as the cause of the creak and walked back toward the dining room. She flinched as she caught the movement of her reflection in the mirror. She saw the apprehensive look on her face and started to laugh. Maybe the whole "haunted house" bit had made her a bit skittish. After all, the house was over a century old and was sure to have as many creaks and groans in it as she did.

Over the next few weeks Naomi's schedule was hectic. Giles' Law Firm was up and running and she was already building a solid reputation with her clientele. It seemed every night she came home more tired than the day before and so she didn't pay attention to the odd noises she heard at all hours of the night.

One Saturday, she came home completely exhausted. Naomi was swamped with work and decided she needed to hire a few lawyers to take up the slack. She tossed a stack of dossiers on the kitchen counter and looked at the clock. It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening already. Naomi decided to skip dinner and just head to her bedroom.

The nights had begun to get rather warm and balmy and even with the ceiling fan on and a window open, she found it a little uncomfortable. On autopilot, Naomi stripped out of her clothes and opted for an old, worn-out t-shirt to sleep in. It was soft with age and the looseness of the threads made it a rather cool option on warm nights.

Naomi crawled into the bed and passed out from sheer fatigue. Naomi hadn’t even covered herself. She just laid her head on her pillows and fell asleep on top of the comforter. Thankfully, she could sleep-in the next day. Naomi was completely spent and needed an entire day to rejuvenate herself before starting her work week again.

Her sleep was restless and she tossed and turned. Naomi dreamed of work and experienced the same stress and frustration while she slept. Subconsciously she knew she was dreaming and despite her best efforts she couldn’t break out of her dream to wake up. After enduring hours of nightmarish images, her dreams finally went dark and left her relaxed in a state of relief.

Naomi shifted slightly in her sleep as the tension left her body and eased her mind. She was finally comfortable and resting. All she dreamed about was being in a soothing void of darkness. She could see herself but nothing else. It was intoxicating compared to the week she just had. But then it changed in a way Naomi couldn’t explain.

Something warm wrapped around her body and filled her with pleasure. Not contentment, not happiness, but sweet, primitive, erotic pleasure. She felt as though a thousand hands were touching her body all over in the most intimate way. Naomi moaned softly in her sleep as she felt sensuousness invade her mind.

Suddenly she was jarred awake and she sat up immediately. She felt as if someone was there in her bedroom with her. Naomi looked around frantically, but she was alone. She knuckled her eyes, stretched a little, and flopped back on her bed.

Her body still tingled with desire and Naomi shivered. She tried to dissect her dream systematically to figure out what exactly she had experienced. Then a moan escaped her lips and she arched her back. She looked down and realized she had her hand buried between her thighs. She was shocked and tried to stop but couldn’t.

Something in her mind compelled her to continue and subdued her urge to resist. It was as if someone or something was in control of her body. Again, the feeling of pleasure enveloped her like a gown of gossamer. It was irresistible and Naomi submitted completely to her hidden master.

Her body writhed on the bed. She had her legs spread wide and her hands ravaged her crotch. Naomi couldn’t get enough of herself and cried out for more. With one hand she manipulated her clit roughly and with the other she shoved two fingers in and out of her dripping vagina. Naomi’s body shuddered at the feeling of something rubbing against it like a lover’s body would as they kissed.

She closed her eyes and sucked her lower lip between her teeth as she continued to helpless fuck herself. Naomi tried to feel dirty and ashamed of herself but as each doubting thought slipped into her mind, a stronger feeling of desire would push it out. She felt completely out of control.

Naomi bucked her soft, round ass off the bed with each thrust of her hips. She needed more. She starved for more but couldn’t satisfy the hunger no matter how hard she tried. Even when she stuffed a third finger and a fourth into her starving pussy, her appetite continued to heighten. Naomi was so blinded by the intensity of the pleasure stabbing at her wanton flesh that she hadn’t noticed the pain that shot through her overstretched quim.

She felt her long shirt slowly move past her flat stomach and upward. She could feel it sliding up her back beneath her and her eyes bolted open. She looked down and expected to see some hungry-eyed stranger there who was intent on exposing her body to the warm, sticky air. Instead, she saw nothing but her shirt moving up her body on its own.

Naomi would have panicked if the permeating ecstasy would have let her but instead she closed her eyes and gave into her invisible lover. She howled in total bliss as her body tensed against her oncoming orgasm. The waves of pleasure that flooded over her were more intense than she had ever experienced before. Naomi feverishly worked her fingers in her flooding cunt to stoke the burning in her soul to burn hot, hotter than it ever had been.

Suddenly her eyes flew open as she was jarred awake. Her body trembled as she stared at the newly restored ceiling in her bedroom. Naomi’s head swam and she draped an arm across her eyes while she tried to steady her breathing.

It was all a dream, just an intensely erotic dream. After a few moments she finally calmed down and lay back on her bed to catch her senses.

It was then that she smelled it. It was musky and full of sex and she brought a hand to her nose to sniff. There was no denying what she smelled but she refused to believe it. Naomi meekly slid a finger into her mouth and discovered what her nose had told her. Her fingers smelled and tasted of her juices and when she looked down she saw her shirt pulled up over her large, soft breasts.

Naomi started to shake and moved a trembling hand down toward her womanhood. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard in anticipation. When she touched her pussy, it was wet, very wet and tender from being stretched to its limits.

Her scream pierced the silence of her bedroom. She couldn’t believe what she experienced had been real. Naomi refused to accept it.

As the days passed, she slept very little. She was literally terrified to go to sleep in fear of having a repeat encounter that left her deeply disturbed. It wasn’t the masturbation that worried her; she had pleasured herself many times since her divorce. It was the way she was so completely lost in a dream within a dream that scared her. She didn’t like feeling not in control of herself. What made matters worse is that she begun to doubt it had been a dream at all and maybe something in the house had possessed her for a moment of intense pleasure.

A few months had passed without incident and Naomi had been sleeping well. Her law firm had taken off and she wasn't as stressed out as before. It seemed that she was on the right track to rebuilding her life after moving here. She had put that whole episode out of her mind and continued on.

One night, after dinner, Naomi started hearing some rather odd and disturbing noises. They started off as usual creaks but soon turned to what appeared to be footsteps echoing deeply through the house. Naomi started to panic and grabbed a knife from her kitchen. She slowly crept through her home with the knife poised to strike at the trespasser.

As she neared the end of her hallway the noises stopped. She froze and looked around slowly. Naomi took a deep breath and shuddered. She thought maybe she was getting overtired and it was just her mind playing tricks on her. What she needed was a nice, hot, soothing shower. That would do the trick.

After her shower, Naomi felt refreshed. She wrapped the big towel around her refreshed body and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a hint of dark circles under her eyes. She'd been sleeping well, or so she thought, but the evidence was clear. Maybe she needed to take some time off and reenergize herself.

As she stood there looking in the mirror, a feeling of warmth enveloped her body. It felt calming yet disturbingly familiar. The feeling reminded her of the night when she had masturbated uncontrollably. She thought it had all been a dream but this time she hadn't been asleep. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. The towel slowly fell from her naked body and she could feel someone or something caressing her refreshed, soft skin.

The touch started at her hips and moved slowly around to her flat stomach. Naomi furrowed her brows as whatever was touching her slid upward toward her breasts. She exhaled slowly and then moaned as something cupped her large, soft breasts and started kneading them gently. Her pussy quivered in heat and she yearned to be taken by this invisible lover.

Something took her large, erect nipples and rolled them gently. She moaned softly at the shocks of pleasure that radiated from her sensitive nipples and coursed throughout her body. Naomi grabbed the edge of the vanity and held on for her life. Her ragged breaths deepened and her ass swayed side to side gently as if inviting this presence to take her.

Naomi slightly opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. She screamed and turned around to face a strange man standing there. His naked, muscled body glowed faintly and translucently. Naomi was frozen in terror and jumped when he reached out and pulled her close to him. His touch was soft and she felt the heat rising up from her needy quim.

"Who are you?" Naomi moaned softly as she allowed herself to be caressed. She had found the source of the pleasure she had just been experiencing.

"Lorenzo," the apparition replied before leaning in to kiss her.

Naomi responded and pressed her lips against his. They were warm and moist and intensely inviting. She kissed Lorenzo passionately as if she hadn't had a lover in decades. She ran her hands up and down his rippling back. The touch of his skin beneath her hands drove her wild, like a drug that infused her with pure lust.

She felt his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth to receive it. Lorenzo’s tongue was long and soft and moist and slid deeply into her mouth. Naomi moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced and swirled hotly. She couldn’t remember feeling more passion in a man’s kiss than this. It was very tender, very erotic.

Naomi opened her eyes slightly and blinked when she saw Lorenzo was gone. Her hungry eyes searched the bathroom for him. Suddenly she felt the touch on her pussy and she moaned in delight. It was sinfully teasing and she responded by parting her thighs slightly. Though she couldn’t see him, she knew it was Lorenzo.

Naomi closed her eyes in delight and allowed her ghostly lover to please her. She felt his long tongue lick deeply between her puffy, juicy lips from the entrance of her burning pussy to her throbbing clit. It was cool and wet and drove her insane. Everywhere Lorenzo’s tongue slid it left tiny shocks of pleasure in its wake.

She shuddered as Lorenzo sucked on her clit and pushed her toward the edge of ecstasy. She felt her orgasm building and every suck, every lick, every touch from him drove her closer to the fall. Naomi’s knuckles strained white as she held onto the vanity’s edge. The room spun around her in ecstasy and she was ready to fall.

Lorenzo’s long tongue began stabbing into her dripping pussy. She felt it slide deep and fast and it felt like a thousand tongues licking all over the walls of her tightening cunt. Naomi pumped her hips against his sinful pleasuring. She fucked his invisible tongue and face wildly. She held onto the vanity harder and felt as if she were going to pass out from sheer pleasure.

Just as she was about to explode, she felt something touch her clit. It felt like another tongue. She tried to imagine how that could be but the moment the tongue started licking along the edge of her hood, she lost it. Naomi thrust her hips forward and screamed at the top of her lungs as she came. The steady licking around her sensitive clit drove her orgasm higher and higher.

Naomi couldn’t stop screaming at the intensity of her climax. The pleasure blinded her and her entire body shook violently. Lorenzo continued to drive her lust hotter with each lick on her clit and stab into her pussy. Nearly five minutes later and a number of gasping breaths, her climax ended and left her crumpled on the floor in a heaving mess.

Her body twitched erratically as she came down from her blissful high. The bathroom slowly stopped spinning around Naomi while she lay helplessly on the floor. The desire inside of her still burned hotly. She had never experienced an orgasm as powerful as the one she’d just had. The entire insides of her legs, from her still dripping pussy to her weak, limp ankles, were coated with a slick sheen of her juices.

Naomi tried to pick herself up off the floor several times but didn’t have the strength to do so. Each time she moved, her muscles groaned in famished defiance. Finally she was able to get to her hands and knees and stayed there for a moment before trying to stand.

Just as she was about push herself up, she felt a surge of pleasure wrack her body as something pierced her yearning pussy. She threw her head back and howled to the ceiling as what she knew was Lorenzo’s enormous, ghostly cock thrust deeply inside of her.

Naomi looked over her shoulder at Lorenzo. His lifeless, hollow eyes stared at her. She wanted to resist but her body wouldn’t let her. She realized that she was his and he could have her however he wanted and she could do nothing to stop him. At the same time she knew she wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Naomi was a corporeal slave to his supernatural desires.

“Please,” she begged as he moved his throbbing cock in and out of her gaping pussy ever so slowly.

“Do you really want me to?” Lorenzo asked and gave her a sharp stab with his massive dick as if to convince her otherwise.

Her eyes rolled back and she dropped her head down at the brutality of the rapture that seized her body. Naomi wildly shook her head and gasped “no” several times while moving her hips match his thrusts. Her body had a mind of its own, just like before.

Naomi didn’t feel like she was being manipulated. Deep down she craved for the kind of animalistic pleasure Lorenzo was giving her. For all the years she had been married, her husband never once displayed the kind of passion and ruthlessness during sex. Naomi decided that she just needed to be fucked out of her mind. No relationship. No warm-and-fuzzies. No commitment. Just raw, carnal, intense sex.

Lorenzo’s hands held on to her hips as he continued to fuck her roughly. Their touch upon her skin filled her with a sort of electric euphoria that seemed to shoot sinuously to her screaming clit. She felt it again, like before. It felt like someone was licking her hard nub but when she looked back all she saw was Lorenzo moaning silently with his tongue fully intact inside of his mouth.

Naomi’s heart pounded in her heaving chest. She balanced herself with one hand and brought the other up to her large, dangling tits that bounced all over beneath her. She squeezed them fervently and felt her fingertips leaving the same tingling electricity in their wake that Lorenzo’s tongue had left in her blazing cunt. Naomi felt invigorated. She felt more alive than ever before.

Her soft ass bounced to Lorenzo’s thrusts. She pumped her hips back into him to impale herself harder on his ravaging cock. Her pussy burned with lust and sweat dripped from her entire body. She had a new energy that pushed her muscles beyond their breaking point.

Lorenzo was a magnificent lover. He was rough then tender, cold then passionate, and Naomi felt a deep hunger from him. It was as if he hadn’t had a woman in centuries and couldn’t help but unleash his rage upon her. Her body was more than eager to be the victim of his drought while her mind was slowly coming around.

For a moment Naomi wondered how she could be thinking of this man as a man. He wasn’t. He was something else. A ghost or some kind of manifestation, but he definitely wasn’t a real man. Or so her mind told her, but her flesh told a different story.

Lorenzo fucked her like a man but fucked her so much more. Naomi felt like some five dollar hooker. She was letting this whatever-he-was ram his remarkable cock deep into her pussy and she loved every moment of it.

Finally Naomi snapped out of her reverie and suddenly her body was on fire again. That moment of calm reminded her that she did have control over herself and proved that she consciously wanted this more than anything in the world right now.

She lifted her ass up higher for him and swayed it side to side as she continued to accept his supernatural dick. By now her energy was almost gone. Her muscles burned from fatigue and moans had become raspy and coarse. Naomi’s throat was dry from her intensely labored breathing. She was a wreck and Lorenzo showed no signs of slowing down.

Just as Naomi thought she was going to pass out, she heard Lorenzo start to groan. His haunting wail sent shivers up her spine and made her pussy clench around his pumping shaft. Her ghostly lover started fucking her as hard as he could. Each massive thrust nearly knocked the wind out of her and forced her forward a few inches on the bathroom floor.

Finally Lorenzo came or that was the only equivalent Naomi could think of. She felt something hot and wet envelop her body. It flowed over her in waves and coalesced into an earth shattering orgasm for her. Her body went completely tight and she cried out in passion for her mysterious lover. When it was over, Naomi collapsed onto the floor.

She weakly lifted her head to look for Lorenzo but he was gone.

She closed her eyes and drew her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. She couldn’t wait for Lorenzo to visit her next. Naomi hoped it wouldn’t be another few months. She was his now and gladly would bed him every moment of every day.