Ghost Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“No, that’s not dirty enough. It’s also not that funny. Um, well, I’d like to come on your cock after.” “Christ.” I feel like someone just shot me in the ass. As in, get your ass going before your cock gets too happy in the pants, and we end up like last night—hugely disappointed. At least, I imagine she was. “Is that too dirty? Not dirty enough? No, that’s not funny. That’s what it isn’t. It’s not funny if it’s true. I…I don’t know. You haunt me. If we were ghosts, I’m sure our ghosts would want to find each other and have sexy ghost sex. It would be even more exciting because then we could do all these weird ghost positions in the air and do it while hovering through walls.” She grins. “Ah

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“How do you do that without breathing?” Her hands were now clasped, one around his shaft, the other around his balls, the sensations driving him deeper into lust. “Simple really. This is a dream, we don't need to breathe. Maybe being dead helps you realise it.” Her thumb stroked once more over his fraenulum and he twitched violently. “I can deep throat a man until the cows come home.” Her head ducked down once more and she began another long, slow, drawn-out descent along his shaft until the head of his penis was buried in the back of her throat.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

It wasn't uncomfortable to wait, he was used to Don Carianno's sexcapades with his teenage bimbos. The last popping sound and Don Carianno let out a deep, long groan. He'd cum inside her mouth and held her down so she could lick it all up. Ghost lowered his head, pacing to the door and back. His lashes batted rapidly and he got hot beads of sweat built up on his back. Watching the girl gag on Don Carianno's cock made him briefly picture Ciara doing it on his. It was the most stupid fantasy and it got his cock hard and burning with arousal in his pants. What the fuck was it about her that always brought him to the edge so quickly?

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.

And those silver-blue eyes when they locked with mine… I don’t know why, but I still can’t tell if she’s human or a werewolf. 'You know we want her laid out beneath us,' Ghost said. “No. I don’t want her.” 'Oh, but you do... Can’t you feel it? If she was the one giving that blowjob instead of your own hand, you’d have come in seconds.' “Well, that’s your damn fault—with all your twisted fantasies,” I muttered. 'You came back home without getting laid. We’ve got the money. We already tasted Marirose’s virgin pussy—' “I don’t let anyone step on me. You know that.”