Ghost-Girl Phone Sex Fantasy: Your Secret Sexy Roommate – Part 1

Well hello there handsome, and welcome to this week’s erotic adventure. Now, spooky season is upon us and so I’d like to present to you the first of my sexy scary stories, my ghost-girl phone sex fantasy! Now, isn’t an insatiable and sexy surprise roommate what everyone hopes for?

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A car rumbled down the driveway as dust motes fluttered through the sunlight.

Looking down from my bedroom window I was as it poked through the trees. It parked in front of the house and someone, a man, stepped out. I squinted, trying to make out his features with little luck. He looked around, starting to walk around the property while I asked myself what he was doing here.

Downstairs, I double-checked that I’d locked my doors. And I was glad I did. As soon as he walked up to the door he tried to turn the knob, but it didn’t budge. I heard him sigh, and he turned around. The engine in the car turned over, and almost as quickly as he’d come was gone.

It rained twice before another car came rumbling up the drive.

This one was much larger, and as it got closer I could see it was a moving truck. Groaning as I moved up to the attic window. Being here, alone, was so peaceful, and I had wanted things to stay this way forever.

The moving truck and same shiny blue car parked. Pulling back from the window, I wondered what it would be like to live with a man. Downstairs the doorknob squeaked as it turned.

I could hear them all, bringing things in, voices so much louder than I remembered. Moving down towards the first floor, I peered over a banister and there he was again, directing the others. He was handsome, and from here I could see the reflection of the light in his eyes. Retreating to my room, I wondered if he could see me, a question I’d pondered once before my death.

It didn’t take much time for him to settle in.

Within two weeks he had furniture arranged in every room, and to my delight, he’d changed my old bedroom into a beautiful guest room. Curiosity boiled inside me, and so I started watching him. It was strange to be near a person again. I could smell him somehow, and it riled up feelings in me I thought had died out years ago.

Thankfully he lived alone. I wasn’t sure I could handle someone else with him.

I still wasn’t sure if he’d seen me. There were lots of times when he’d look my way, but seeing as he’d walked through me several times I didn’t think so. While he did, I could feel the heat of his skin and blood inside me, a pit inside me growing hungry and dark.

Months later and wherever he went in the house I went too.

While close enough to touch him I could taste the energy and strength I’d once possessed. As days came and passed I’d forget he didn’t know I was there. Sitting next to him on the couch, joining him in the shower. There, while under the water together, I would run my hands through his hair. I wanted him, so bad, and my hunger was growing out of control.

The only place I hadn’t joined him yet was his bed.

Not that I didn’t want to. I had to make sure of something before I could. In my attic I worked hard, ensuring my message would go through, and as the week ended, I had my reply.

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And that finishes part one of this story. Tell me, what would you do if you woke up and found a ghost in your bed? I’d love to know. And if you don’t want to wait until Friday for my ghost girl to get a taste of  cock check out the audio version of this week’s ghost-girl phone sex fantasy right here. It has both parts 1 & 2, as well as bonus content.

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Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs and Kisses.

-Wren

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