imagine having a ghost in your house that’s super into you but it’s physically impossible for it to fuck you. but it can still do other things- a sudden wind blowing up your robe, thus exposing yourself here, or the door opening as your changing your clothes there.
but you’re a bit of a tease yourself, walking around the house with barely any clothes on, or bending over to get something from the bottom of the fridge, advertising your wares to the mass of darkness in the hallway.
one night as you’re touching yourself, your swear you feel the weight of the bed shift as if someone sat down next to you. this should frighten you, but no, it only emboldens you to keep going, faster and faster. you catch a quick glance in the mirror and what appears to be a humanoid shape stares back at you. right as you’re on the edge, ready to tip over, you feel a cold breeze against your ear and neck. it sounds breathy and it echoes as it gives you one command, one word:
“cum”.
you do as you’re told, but this time your orgasm lasts a lot longer and it’s far more intense than any you’ve experienced before. as you come down from your high, you lay down, about ready to pass out. you feel it lay down right behind you, and it whispers in your ear:
“was that good for you?”
you tell it yes, and there’s an aura of satisfaction radiating through the air as you fall asleep.












