Ghost Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

It was sold and is currently a computer shop. The End...?. ++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Stolen Shots Hi guys, thanks for accepting me. I want to share a story about something that happened to me a long time ago. I was the type of person who didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t scare easily either. And I also thought back then that stories about them were all made up or just figments of people's wild imagination. Also, I thought that they were just created to scare others who will listen to them.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.

“The first person... you, well, slept with?” Ghost’s eyes meet mine, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It wasn’t a woman, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he says, smirking again. “It was a guy named Shaun. I knew early on that I didn’t like women, so I didn’t bother pretending. There were two women my dad tried to force me to propose to. I even tried sleeping with them, but... no, it just felt wrong.” He shrugs, his tone casual, but there’s an undercurrent of something deeper. I didn’t know he had ever slept with women, though I’d assumed his first time would’ve been with one. It feels strange, realizing how little I really know about him.

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

, she trailed off, giggling. "Ouuu I like that idea. Okay and?" "Livestream the whole thing from the savannah and wear the-", she continued but I cut in. "Livestream? Rose I'm trying to get revenge. I'm not a fucking hooker" "Of course not! But you do have an exhibitionist kink but hear me out", she chimed as I sighed. "Okay", I muttered.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend and feel very protective of you. I’ll be bossy if I think your safety is being jeopardized.” “Or jealous.” “That’s a given.” “You dated Sandra, the blonde.” “I had sex with Sandra. You’re the only one I have dated.” “Ghost…” “We have time. There is no rush to have sex. Let’s continue to get to know one another.” “Okay.” Ghost was good to his word. For the next couple of weeks, he did everything he listed in his dating monologue. We pushed the boundaries of sexless sex. Ghost was an expert with vibrating toys and creative positions. The more time I spent with him, the greedier I was. Uncle Harris was tolerant of Ghost, but wary about my health. During this time, I

"You'd go so far as to fake a death certificate just to keep this charade going? Isn't this a bit much? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" I stared at the man I had once loved with all my heart, a man who now felt like a stranger. This cold, unfeeling creature was my husband—the same man I had devoted years of my life to, the same man I had trusted and loved. To him, I was nothing but a manipulative liar, capable of fabricating my own death just to spite him. "Have you lost your mind, Grayson?" My mother-in-law's voice trembled, the disbelief heavy in her words. "Who would joke about something like this? Belle is truly gone. Her body is at the funeral home right now. Come with me and see for

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”