It was another cold night in June. The skies lit up with occational lightning and the silence of the night is broken by thunder. She wasn't her usual self again, she waited in her bed for something that she did not know. As if waiting for herself to become asleep.

She was then suddenly visited by a ghost, and it enveloped her body like the warmth from a fireplace. Her body reacted violently with the arrival of the ghost. She started to shake aggressively and flailed her arms and legs about her. She started to moan and whimper, as if she wanted to scratch an itch in her belly. She couldn't stop moving.

She was a lonely woman, and never had a lover in a very long time. She wondered if what she was feeling was indeed a longing for a man. A longing for a man to kiss her deeply and hungrily. A longing to have her breasts viciously mangled. A longing to be eaten from within and to feel something moving inside of her. She wanted to get hurt, she wanted to suffer...

She still couldn't stop moving. She was now rolling around in her bed and put her head under a pillow as if to muffle her moans and groans. She still couldn't stop moving about in her bed. She suddenly felt a strong heat, so she decided to become naked. Returning to her bed naked was a different kind of sensation. She felt like her body was being caressed by the creases of her bedsheet. She couldn't stop moving.

She was startled when she felt a force from above, it was as if she was told to relax and stay still. Staring at her ceiling, she wondered if the ghost made her feel that way. She started to moan rythmically as she felt something touching her privates.

The ghost started to attack her body, like a lion lunges on a young zebra. He started to kiss her deeply, she replied with utmost passion. The ghost started to take form and she felt a tongue probe her mouth as if she was ice cream. He broke off the kiss and started to kiss her in the neck and moved lower to her shoulders and lower and lower still. He reached her honeypot and started to kiss it. Her moans got louder and her breathing got faster. He spread her lips and licked inside her. Juices started flowing as he lapped them all up into his ethereal mouth. He thrust his tongue and wiggled it around, she screamed in ecstasy as her back started to arch upward. He found her little nub and started to lick it, he got her attention and he started to pinch it. She was moaning really loud, unmindful that she might wake up the neighborhood with her screams and moans. He bit her clitoris which sent waves of pleasure to her brain, it made her scream as rain poured over and made her heat subside. The ghost dissapeared as she was left gasping for breath as raindrops pounded on her roof and cool the surrounding area. She couldn't forget the feeling and longed for the return of the ghost.