Spectrophilia Phone Sex – Holly Has Sex With Her Husband’s Ghost – Part 2

 

Welcome back to my Spectrophilia blog I hope you enjoy the very naughty paranormal ending of Part 2.  If you missed Part 1 or need a refresher you can read it here.

 

Although I could not see him, I imagined that he was down there eating my pussy. Licking up all my juices like a man wandering the desert looking for water. Closing my eyes and moaning his name it was like he was actually there. Maybe it was the cold that his ghost was projecting maybe it was the thrill, but I was close to cumming which seemed crazy to me. I was trying really hard not to overthink this and just enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience. My fingers dug into the pillow as I moaned his name. As soon as this was over I knew I was going to do some research on spectrophilla. Seriously, I was hoping that I could have this whenever I wanted to. 

 

It was impossible to hold this orgasm back, I really tried to edge myself so that I could make this experience last longer.

 

Honestly, I have not cum that hard in a long time. Keeping my eyes closed I began to beg him not to leave that I needed to feel him inside of me. Was that even possible? Could I fuck my husband’s spirit? Would I feel him inside my sweet cunt? Of course, my mind was on overdrive I had to shut it off and just enjoy this while it lasted. Continuing to beg for him to fuck me like he used to I spread my legs further. The anticipation was driving me absolutely wild. 

Is spectrophilla the same for everyone? I had to look more into what it means to have sex with a ghost. 

 

Simultaneously, I felt a weight on top of me and the bed shifted as if someone moved their position on it. So, I brought my knees to my chest. The goal was to make this as easy as possible. My tight hole began to drip as the cold filled me. Holy shit this felt amazing. If I could compare it to anything it felt like I was being fucked with an ice cube or a cold glass dildo. The cold feeling pulled in and out of me as I pictured him on top of me fucking me. Goosebumps covered my body as the icy touch pinched my nipples.

 

God this was so good. 

 

So, I dared to peak and was surprised to see my nipple was actually getting pulled and that it, was not just in my head. Somehow, it had the opposite effect I figured it would. It drove me into a frenzy. I slid my hand down to where I figured his balls would be and began to stroke the air. He must have felt it because the cold thrusting got much faster, and harder. Fuck, I was ready to explode again. My body went tense my eyes rolled back and I let loose a loud moan. Squirting all over my bed with every wave of my intense orgasm. I have got to figure out how to make this happen again. 

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Wow what a hot blog!! Writing about having sex with my husbands ghost made me so wet. I hope you enjoyed reading this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. If loved this and want more make sure you check out my other blogsWant to hear me tell you this story in my own sexy voice? Grab the audio.

 

 

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