A Ghostly Rendezvous

What would you do if you could have one night a year with the ghost of your partner?

It’s been four years since the first time I exploited the thinned veil between the living and the dead. I was reaching out to Sam from a place of grief. He’d died just over a year before that day, and I’d dabbled with magic in the past; my family has always had a deep connection with both the spiritual and the mystical. Honestly, I was sceptical, but after two hours of ritual meditation, he was there. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him, I could smell him, I could feel his hair, his skin, the tight-fitting t-shirt he always wore; it was two years later that I learned I could taste him too.

The first two years, I wept, he held me and stroked my hair and at midnight, he would be gone. After grieving for so long, I’d become used to the absence of him, but there was no denying how much I longed to feel him for that one night of the year. It was five minutes to midnight on the third year with my head nestled into his neck when I felt his hand cup my cheek, lift my face, and press his lips to mine, a warmth that ghost stories would have you believe couldn’t exist, but it did, the life running through him again. His tongue caressed mine, his hand held me firm; it had been so long since I’d been aroused like that. He broke the kiss to whisper in my ear, ‘the foreplay’s started, until next year, my love’, then he was gone.

That brings us to today. I’m not interested in crying my way through another All Hallows Eve. I’ve grieved, and now I want all of him. I want to feel him on me and inside of me. I’ve been fantasising about this night for a year, and every time I’ve touched myself since then, I’ve been imagining everything I want from him.

I light the candles and the incense and complete the ritual, as right on cue, he’s here, and I feel his heat close to me as he says, “I’ve missed giving you the pleasure you deserve; you’ve been so patient.” His lips press against mine, and I melt as his tongue massages mine, a hand grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back, and the other pulls my ass into him. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the feeling of his hard cock against my thigh, it’s not what you’d describe as long, but god, it’s thick.

He breaks the kiss, my mouth trying to find him again as he does so, I feel him on my ear, my neck, my clavicle. My silk blouse tears open, buttons flying in all directions. His hands are on my breasts, kissing and licking, teasing my areola and working to avoid my nipples. It’s not long before he slips up, his beard grazes my left nipple, and it sends electric shocks through me. I grab the back of his head and thrust his mouth around my nipple. He knows what I like, and he doesn’t make me wait any longer. With a little chuckle that transforms into a moan, he’s got his mouth taking in as much of my breast as possible, sucking in while flicking my nipple with his tongue. As my breathing intensifies, I enjoy the rush of a loud moan before managing to pull his head away and looking into the air where I know his eyes will be and beg him, “Please Sam, I need you, I need your cock in me.”

“Patience, my dear, you’ll get it, but there’s something I want first.”

His hands wrap around me, he picks me up and he carries me to the bed, laying me down, I feel his weight on, I see the duvet crumple underneath his hands as he pushed himself up so he can kiss down from my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach, to my thighs, nipping them slightly before he finally takes a long lick from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit. He sucks on my labia and holds my leg over his shoulder so he can get leverage to press me harder. A hand reaches up to massage my breasts. I can’t help but lift my hips to grind against his mouth. He shifts so he can suck on my clit, and it’s too much. I let out a deep growl as he drives me over the edge. My whole body’s shaking, and I have just enough sense to say, “I’ve been patient, now fuck me!”

He doesn’t make me wait any longer. I feel his hard cock pushing inside of me, and the wave of my orgasm continues, only strengthened when I see the image in the mirror opposite me, my pussy being spread wide. His hand presses on my chest, and he fucks me hard and fast, a second orgasm building on top of the first one, his breath quickening, his moans filling the air around me. I reach my hands to grab his ass so I can pull him into me harder. I feel his cock begin to throb, and it’s only three more thrusts before I feel his cum inside of me, his cock twitching, his gasp of pleasure sets off a second orgasm, and my mind short-circuits with colours filling my vision. His body falls onto mine, my arms have enough strength in them to hold him tightly, and it’s only then that I see the time, 23:59. Sam’s clearly noticed too; he places a kiss on my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips - and then he’s gone. My pussy is still pulsing, already missing the feeling of him. The foreplay for next year has just begun.

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