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You looked up at the empty house. A shadow took over it almost as if the darkening sky enveloped it in a hug. The house sat on a small hill with a garden in front of it. The beautiful flowers were nowhere to be seen as it was autumn. You walked up the front porch where creaks and cracks welcomed you as you opened the old, heavy, wooden door. Dim lighting made it difficult for you to see so you left the front door open. You entered confidently and soon found candles to light your stay.
As you finished lighting the variety of candles- SLAM! You jumped at the heavy thud of the front door slamming shut. You try not to jump to conclusions, “Must’ve been the wind.” A gust of wind made itself present through the house. It was getting colder the more the sun hid away. You take a quick walkthrough of the house, closing any windows left open and leaving candles on your way.
As you walk up the creaky wooden stairs you notice an occasional picture frame here and there. Mostly of a gorgeous young woman. You saw various pictures of her through different ages, she seemed to age finely. You dust off a picture frame you noticed on the floor and you hang it up to its prospective nail on the wall. “Seems like winds really make their way through here,” you think to yourself. You walk away from the frame and into the corridor that leads to the main bedroom. Before you enter the room you hear a small thud behind you. A quick glance and you see the same frame back on the floor. Was it the wind? Maybe a faulty nail? Or could it have been something more?
Your heart beats faster at the idea of the supernatural and you quickly enter the room. You slam the door shut behind you, scared you might see something on the other side of it. You lay your back against the door and take calming breaths. “The stories are that, just stories. Ghosts aren’t real” you think to yourself. “Ghosts aren’t real” you breathe out feeling a new calmness inside you. You almost laugh at the fact that you let yourself get so jumpy over a frame on the floor.
You looked around the room. It was spacious and it looked clean. A window lit the bed from the side. A small desk filled the space beneath the window. “A perfect place for drawing,” you thought. The bed looked like a queen size, it looked comfortable and warm. Multiple pillows rested on it. On the other side of the bed was a beautiful dark vanity set with multiple drawers and a great big mirror. Unlike the other areas of the house, this room was free of dust, as if it had been recently occupied.
You go downstairs to grab your luggage. It was now officially night and the clouds above threatened rain. You lock the front door and when you reach down for your clothes, you are met with nothing. “I could’ve sworn I set my stuff here” you questioned yourself. You went into the dining room, where you had found the candles, but still, there was nothing of yours to be found. As you traced your earlier footsteps, you went around the house, following the candles you had previously left. You ended up back upstairs in front of the bedroom door. Slowly you turned the knob and swung the door. The sight of your luggage on the bed had you puzzled. It was weird, to say the least. You would’ve remembered bringing everything upstairs. This was something you no longer could blame on the wind.
You couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t alone. You looked around the room hoping to find an answer but in the end, you just sighed. Quickly you unpacked and changed into your sleepwear. You grabbed your drawing notebook and sat at the desk after opening the curtains. Slowly water drops began hitting the window in front of you. It was a pleasant sight, sound, and experience overall. You placed your pencil on the paper and followed your hand’s lead. You couldn't stop thinking about the woman in the picture frame. She had a beautiful face with makeup that brought out her best features. Her eyes shone like the stars. Her hands looked soft like she didn’t do any harsh labor. She looked of high class and generational wealth. Beautiful pearls hugged her collarbones. She was seriously fascinating to look at. You drew her from memory. Translating that image onto your notebook, you found yourself staring at the work of art. A pleasant hum rang in your ear and a lightweight lifted from your right shoulder. Goosebumps made their way to your nape and all down your spine. Rapidly you looked behind you but there was nothing or rather no one to look at.
Perhaps this was your sign to go to sleep. It was getting late and you were feeling worn out. You closed your sketchbook, got up, and closed the curtains. You grabbed the candle and headed into the joint bathroom with your toothbrush and toothpaste. You took your time preparing yourself for bed and when you stepped back into the room, the bed covers had been pulled open for you. Had you already done that before you stepped in the bathroom? You didn't give it much thought, your sleepiness was rising by the second. Before finally getting into bed, you set the candle down on the nightstand and blew it out. The room turned dark. It was cold enough for you to sleep comfortably. And the sounds of rain dripping on the window and all around the house lulled you to sleep. But not for long.
A faint creak coming from the stairs scared your eyes open. Soon the feeling of someone watching you returned. Only, it wasn't necessarily scary this time. Maybe you had subconsciously become accustomed to it. You ignored the sounds and the feeling and tried to go back to sleep. As you drifted off into sleep, you were too tired to notice the shifting in your bed. The covers made space that was soon filled with…emptiness?
A cold hand raises to caress your cheek. A soft and tender touch but cold nonetheless. Still, you lay dormant. The hand slowly trailed down your cheek to your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin. And even lower, it settled on your chest as it slowly rose and fell with each breath. Here it found both of your lovely breasts, warm and soft. Carefully it fondled your breasts. The action was gentle enough to not disturb your sleep but powerful enough to turn you on. A quick shift on the bed and the specter found itself atop of you. Using both hands to fulfill its desires, it left cold kisses down your sternum; down your belly. Finally, resting on top of your waistband, the cold translucent lips stayed there. Still leaving what now were sloppy kisses. The hands began moving in a rougher manner. They pulled lightly at your nipples. The sensations were making a heat pool at your core. After a moment you slowly woke up, also touching yourself. As you regained your thoughts you looked for the source of these sensations and saw but the glimpse of a translucent woman. The same woman from the photograph.
You gasped and sat up. A cold hand held your cheek. Your heart was beating fast and you weren't sure of what to do. That is until cold unseen lips kissed your own. It was gentle as if to show that she wasn't here to hurt you. You relaxed at the action and kissed back. The coldness of her touch didn't bother you much, instead, it turned you on a bit more. You couldn't really hold onto the spirit, after a second your hands would just sink through. It was odd but you didn't let that get in the way.
The kiss became more passionate and sloppy. And the specter's hands continued their groping. A single hand felt its way under your waistband and directly above your core. Without hesitation you tried to pull her hand closer to you; you needed the contact. She quickly got the message and began caressing your folds. You can feel as she spreads your wetness all throughout, making it slippery. Her cold touch on your hot clit made your head spin. Your moans filled the room as she set a rhythm on you. Occasionally you'd get a thought "what the fuck am i doing?", But the pleasure in your cunt quickly dissipated it.
The heat in your core rose and rose; your moans came quicker and quicker. Soon you were stiffening and arching off the bed in ecstasy. Her cold fingers help you ride out your orgasm and small kisses on your chest comfort you. You lay on the bed, catching your breath when she holds out her hand to you. You let her guide you over to the vanity where you see yourself alone and an emptiness taking her place behind you. She takes your shirt off from behind. Leaving you blushing in front of the mirror. It was a sight like no other. Your boobs were being groped and massaged by the elegant woman-now-spirit. Her eyes were filled with lust as she traced the outline of your reflection. A seductive smile appeared on her face when you moaned at her touch. Gently she caressed your back and bent you over. Without hesitation, she pulled your pants down and kneaded your cheeks.
"Your hands don't seem to get warmer" you whispered. It was a genuine thought.
She smirked again and replied, "Would you like me to heat you up?" She lifted a hand and spank your bare ass. Not super hard but not a light tap either. Your mouth fell agape at the action. A second spank landed, this time slightly harder than the last. Soon you began feeling the heat she was talking about. Her alternating spanks made your ass light up bright red and heat up instantly. The wetness of your pussy dropped down your thigh. You never thought being spanked in front of a mirror by a ghost would be this hot.
Her cold finger followed your wetness from your thigh to your cunt. "Enjoying yourself?" Her voice was warm and dripping with sex. She slowly slipped a finger inside of you. But soon she was fucking you with two cold fingers. You can feel her and every inch deep she goes. As she sets a pace she curls her fingers slightly. Her other hand bunches your hair and pulls just enough so that you're looking at your reflection. Yet when you occasionally look back, there's no one to be seen. Back in the reflection, you see her smile at you as she fastens her speed. Wet squelching sounds fill the room and you drive your hips back to meet her rhythm.
"Ohh fuck, pleasee- don't stop!" you exclaim. She chuckles deeply in response. "Touch yourself" she orders.
You reach under yourself and rub on your clit. With your touching and her fucking, you won't last much longer like this. Before you know it, you're gasping for air and clawing at the vanity table "Ah- I'm cummi-". She helps you ride out your orgasm again.
With your shaky legs, she helps guide you back to the bed where you soon knockout. As you fall asleep, she covers you up with the blankets and gives you a cold kiss on your forehead before she disappears into the night.