Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

The gesture was too much for her, a hiccup leaving her. I more than anyone knew the power of ghosts. Memories so real that you lose a sense of reality and time. There was no space between us. Skin on skin as I kissed every part of her I could reach. With each kiss, her body relaxed, and I morphed from reverent to possessive. “Relax, baby,” I whispered as I turned her in my arms. “Do I have your attention now? I need you here with me.” She nodded and let out a sigh, some of the tension leaving her. It wasn’t enough.

It was Red's hand and he had been monitoring her from afar for a while. He was willing to prevent her from falling to the ground but the opposite was the case. Her weight had pulled him down and immediately, he landed on top of Crystal in a dark room. Their lips were pressed on each others lips and with shock , Crystal left her eyes wide open. Oh My God. She spoke within herself.

Kevin butted in, and they all went laughing. And I was about to talk when OJ admitted something, "Oh, we did! I mean, I have kissed her. In her sleep. Yeah! I can be the one to kiss her if she doesn't kiss me. And trust me… it feels just like a real kiss! The feeling is there. The butterflies! It's like… real. Very real. I can feel her touch, same with how she could feel me." I looked at the ghost with my eyes widened in shock, and she just winked at me while grinning.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Wanna come see? Madeline: You're too much… My hips are still sore from last time. Ryan: Didn't you like it? Who was the one begging for more last night? Or are you admitting I wore you out? Madeline: Never. Just you wait. I'll come back and drain you dry. More messages flooded the screen, filled with filth and plans for their next hookup. They had a date tonight at the Westin, in the presidential suite. She’d already ordered champagne and red roses.

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

He bites my pussy then dives his tongue inside, licking my core, barely touching the g-spot over and over. “Ghost, I want Milo.” I cry out. “I want Milo to fuck me.” In a flash, Ghost is face to face with me. His chin is dripping wet with his devilish smile, watching my reaction to his handiwork before he relinquishes control. “So you like bites?” He kisses me roughly, letting me taste myself from his tongue while his thumb massages my clit. “Uh-huh.” I groan, too close to the edge of an orgasm to respond in another way. “Milo…”

And the fact that I don’t even know who this man is makes it more scary. The fact that I am still locked inside this room while the light was out makes my knees wobble in fear. The feeling is closely similar to the idea of being hunted down by a ghost, the only difference here though is that, instead of killing you once the ghost founds you, this ghost holding me against the wall actually stole a kiss from me. The kiss, however, was getting more intimate and passionately longer than I imagined. His lips were dancing against mine as I could feel his tongue making a rather, faster move by inching in and out of my mouth as if it was trying to reach through my tongue for a knot as well.