When he writes a message on your etch-a-sketch.
The Ghost Inside has been released...
Okay, she didn’t disbelieve paranormal theories. All of her family members believed a ghost lived in the
mansion. She had witnessed the furniture reappearing in the parlor and the odd caressing of her skin, but couldn’t make her mind wrap around the true possibility. Could she deal with this? Could she believe the ghost communicates like a human? Get logical here, you’re an English teacher, ask questions. Prove the theory. Ames
“All right, Mr. Ghost, what do you mean you were inside me?”
The glass cleared and new frost appeared. ‘Kit’ and then ‘TEN inches.’
“You used a kit to make me come? I didn’t realize ghosts could use a dildo.” She picked up her lipstick and rolled it over her mouth using the now clean cheval glass. Her calmness amazed her. Here she was carrying on a conversation with a phantom.
Not quite confident, a chill ran through her when the imager frosted up again.
‘No,’ was boldly printed and then in cursive, ‘Christopher’.
“Oh, so your name is Christopher, but you want to be called Kit.” She fluffed her hair.
The doorbell rang, so she didn’t wait for his response. She ran down the stairs. There he stood, the man of her dreams. The guy who had given her the best fantasy orgasm she’d ever want to experience. She glanced behind her, or had he?
“Hi, Griff,” she breathed and connected her gaze with his.
His eyes glowed with humor. Griff must get this adoration stuff all the time.
“Good morning, Jacey. How are you feeling this morning?”
“Well, thank you. And you?”
“Good. Good. I’d like to take a look around the inside, if you don’t mind.”
“Inside?” Her heart palpitated to a frightening fast beat. “Sure. Want me to show you around?”
Fantasies with spice and humor.
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