Hungry ghost hunting for Sex After 90 years, he's awake and he's hungry! The entity had slept for some ninety years and recognised nothing of his old stamping ground in the London Docklands. He hungered for what he had sought all his life: female flesh. Inside a block of flats her found plenty to satisfy his need. Scroll up and grab a copy today. Extract: He did not have far to go. A woman slept. The band of gold around her finger marked her as the property of another man – his favourite kind of victim. She was no mere girl he decided as he examined her. Probably in her mid-thirties, but she was so well maintained and very, very pretty. The woman slept on her front and so he eased the bedcovers down to expose the length of her body. She wore an odd nightgown, made of silk or some such material. He stroked the woman’s rounded buttocks through the material and heard her release a light sigh in her sleep. The entity raised the woman’s flimsy skirt to completely expose her buttocks. He continued to stroke and eased his ethereal fingers between her legs, which parted unconsciously to accommodate him. He was astonished to find no hair at all on her sex. Perhaps she had a condition that prevented it from growing. It was as smooth as a baby’s cheek. He eased a digit inside her and heard a groan. Climbing on to the bed, he pressed against her upper thighs as his cock found her opening and he began to open her up. For a free sample, scroll up and click 'look inside.'

He was awake again and hankered after the female flash that had driven Him; before and after His death. But this time he was focused on just one: Felicity was happy with her lot. She was now almost divorced and had achieved a good settlement from her ridiculously rich husband. There was only one thing missing from her life at this time and it had been so long that she was scarcely aware of it: a satisfying sex life. The creature sensed that and was about to bring her repressed desire sharply into focus. Extract: Felicity stirred in her sleep, she felt cold and exposed. She dreamed she was in the hands of a lover but not anyone she knew. He was a cold and powerful man and she felt helpless in his arms, as he mauled and caressed her. He believed he was tasting the girl’s sweet nipples; sucking and licking them and then gently pulling and pinching. The woman’s chest heaved with passion and she made an audible sigh. He reached down to her pussy and flicked at her enflamed clitoris, noting her pussy lips were dripping with juice and He had to taste that too. Her firm tits were dancing in front of Him as He played them like a piano. Her body writhed and her breathing quickened and then; quickly and silently she came and fell back into a peaceful sleep. He withdrew and left her. Felicity woke. She was cold. She looked down and saw, to her surprise, that her body was exposed. Her bathrobe had somehow fallen open in her sleep and breasts and pussy were both bared. She was cold but somehow she was also… hot! Her juices glistened on her inner thighs and her nipples were hard. She looked at her watch and saw it had just turned midnight. Shivering, she pulled her robe around her and hurried off to bed. For a free sample, scroll up and click 'look inside.'

The horny ghost is back and insatiable! So Felicity throws him an orgy! Three years had passed with the ghost and divorcee Flis had no need for any other lover. He gave her all she needed and more. In fact too much! Whenever he arrived back, he seemed to have so much pent up frustration, she was hardly enough for him. Her solution was simple. She invited a few friends around for a little orgy. Unfortunately, they didn't believe in ghosts. But they would! ˃˃˃ Extract: “Oh God!” Maureen suddenly moaned like a horny whore. The planchette was still moving but her hands were now off it. The other women now had their attention split between the dancing piece of wood and Maureen herself, who had one hand on her crotch, while the other frantically massaged her boobs. I could smell the fear in the room and with it arousal. I knew from my own personal experience that the two were inextricably linked. No one tried to leave though and I wondered if that was choice, or they were paralysed with fear, or my entity was holding them there with the power of his presence. I was pretty sure he was capable of that. Maureen slowly got to her feet and suddenly threw herself forward on to the table. Her feet were firmly rooted to the floor, with her legs crudely apart and her well-proportioned arse in the air. Her big tits were crushed hard against the Ouija board. Then the fucking started! Scroll up and grab a copy today.