Ghost Hugging Novels & Stories

I stammered, confused and frozen in place, as he opened his arms. “You can come hug me. I guarantee I'm not a ghost.” He smiled even more. I stood up, running, jumping over the hammock, heading into his arms, hugging him so tightly, afraid that it was just a dream or a hallucination. “But if you keep squeezing me like this, I might become one.”

My hands were quivering, not only did I feel cold, but I am nervous. “Done,” I said after tying the blindfold. Hogan then spread his arms widely. “Come here.” It’s weird. I don’t feel shy at all. Maybe because he couldn’t see me. I moved closer, pressing my body onto him and wrapping my arms around his waist. Hogan stiffened at my touch. But soon he relaxed and hugged me back. His body was larger than mine, and he easily subdued me. Hugging together, I could feel my veins pulsing in my temples and in my throat.

Is our bond growing stronger every time I touch her? I barge into the small room and see her at the punching bag with blood dripping down her knuckles. I step closer, and instinctively, I lift her from the floor consumed with the need to take away her pain. Holding her in a hug that long gave Ghost serious comfort and I knew she drew comfort from him too. Ghost haven’t been the same since she moved into enemies territory so I don't blame him for holding her that way. “ She’s supposed to be with us”. Ghost’s voice rumbles again in my head .

So I decided to join him and hug him from the side, crossing the space between us until I slept from comfort. I woke up when I felt someone hugging me from the waist, his face buried to the nook of my neck, gently sniffing me and planting small kisses on my skin. I moaned when his hand started caressing my arms down to my waist as it slowly glided up to enter my shirt. I opened my arms and saw Hugo, his eyes watching me like I’m sort of a prey, his hand under one of my breasts when I caught it, stopping him from going further.

she whispered, fear and need tangled in her throat. He slid in slow, stretching her cum-filled pussy, the sensation overwhelming. Mira moaned, pushing back, pussy gripping the stranger’s cock. Cole watched, his own shaft now fully hard in the ghost’s hand. The ghost woman straddled Cole’s face, grinding her cold cunt on his mouth. He licked instinctively, tongue plunging into her icy hole, while the ghost man continued stroking him.

She was still clinging to me after about five seconds, which I assumed was on account of the alcohol in her system. My daughter tilted her head slightly and then pressed her face against my neck. I could feel hot air streaming out of her nose and playing against my skin. It tickled slightly. After another ten seconds went by, I decided this hug was definitely not a typical hug. Well, maybe she missed me. It had been quite some time since we had seen each other. Feeling sentimental, I squeezed her a little tighter against me, feeling her tits flatten completely.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

She was still clinging to me after about five seconds, which I assumed was on account of the alcohol in her system. My daughter tilted her head slightly and then pressed her face against my neck. I could feel hot air streaming out of her nose and playing against my skin. It tickled slightly. After another ten seconds went by, I decided this hug was definitely not a typical hug. Well, maybe she missed me. It had been quite some time since we had seen each other. Feeling sentimental, I squeezed her a little tighter against me, feeling her tits flatten completely.

"Zoe, it still won't recognize my fingerprint. Sorry to trouble you again." "No problem. We're colleagues. In theory, once it's registered on my end, there shouldn't be an issue. Just keep trying when you can," she said, smiling as she took the drink and fixed my attendance. To withstand the cold, I brought a hat and a thick blanket, wrapping myself tightly at my desk. Anna, who sat next to me, joked, "Emma, you're wrapped up like a burrito. What, are you trying to be the office mascot?"

he cajoles me. I can't hold it anymore. I need a hug so badly. I stand up from my bed, walk towards him and hug him tight. “Oh, woah!” He exclaims in surprise at my sudden hug, but holds me tight and pat my back softly. And soon, I am sobbing like a baby on his shoulder. “Fuck, Holly…. you're crying??” Gabriel blurts out in surprise. But he doesn't pull away, just holds me in his embrace and continues to pat my back gently as he lets me cry.