Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

None what so ever! They were as figures of my conjecture; No! they were phantoms! without a doubt ... ghosts! I was a notorious muse for one time date ghosts! 'Scoffs unbelievably at her own inner thoughts' I trusted them to be humans who could possibly be my life companions. Some window shoppers they were!Hey? It only ever went as far as a kiss on the forehead. Yeah! Right? It is not as if I desperately wanted to be laid! No! That was easy to do, but Nah! Don't want any stranger's infectious hands all over me .... eeeww! Disgusting!

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

I'd rather take this to my grave than have Collin know. I'm a tainted victim. My kisses are worthless. My touches are defiled. I am no longer human. I am murdered by the damned. I am a ghost. A ghost that walks through walls unnoticed. Ghosts are there but can't be hurt by the forces of this world. Forget eating, forget therapy, forget Italy, forget Collin... Forget...forget...forget...

Everything ran through me. Matteo trusted me with this territory. I wasn’t about to let Juan take a single inch. But the truth? Juan wasn’t the only thing keeping me up at night. Something else had been pulling at me. Someone. A ghost from my past. A woman I’d never stopped loving. A mistake I’d never forgiven myself for. And lately… she’d been everywhere. In my thoughts. In my dreams. In the way I hesitated before answering Matteo’s calls. In the way I kept my phone face‑down on my desk.

She smiled. “I should thank you. You taught me what it feels like to be fucked like a memory. To be owned by grief. To scream for a man who was never even looking at me.” Her voice thickened. “You used my pussy like a burial ground.” He snapped. Grabbed her wrist. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Her mouth brushed his. “Does it make you hard?” she whispered. “Knowing you fucked your dead lover’s ghost into me? Knowing you made me come on a cock that wasn’t even meant for me?”

"And you are?" "Camilla Dante. Ghost's moll." "Moll?" Ciara repeated. It was a weird term. Never heard of it. "Girlfriend." Camilla rephrased. Girlfriend. Ciara let the word echo in her head. Ghost had a girlfriend. And a pretty and bitchy one at that. It shouldn't be surprising. The man might be one hell of a devil but he was undeniably sexy. Any woman would want him. Would 'literally' and 'obsessively' want him.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.” Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples. Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess. “You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.” Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”