Full Bodied Apparition

Bill discovers that his apartment is haunted by a strange naked woman. The ghost doesn't speak, wears no clothes, and demands epic sexual marathons from him. It sounds like the perfect male fantasy. Only, it doesn't work that way. He quickly learns that it's no different than being in a relationship with a living woman. When sex is involved, feelings, emotions, and jealousy follows.

This is a short story that contains graphic descriptions of explicit sex. Mature and adult readers only.

Excerpt:

Something or somebody had pulled all of my porn magazines out of my closet and opened them to pages depicting brunettes with black vibrators. Each of their mouths were agape in a gasping O, while they pressed the toy to the pink flesh between their widely spread legs. Each porn mag was carefully and deliberately placed on my bedroom floor. Collectively, they made the shape of the ;.) emoticon. It was not the first time this had happened. For the past month, I had locked my doors and windows before sleeping.

Plus, I had no roommates. This mysterious arranging had also happened with my underwear, which were scattered in a =-D shape. Another time, I woke to find all of my condom packets ripped out of their boxes and fashioned into a >:^} and :P faces.

I didn’t know what to make of it. If I called the local ghost hunters or paranormal investigators, they might think I was just a wacko pervert crying out for attention.

Plus, most modest men do not go advertising that they have a very extensive porn collection – in Mylar bags with backing boards and comic book collector boxes, categorized by date and publisher. That will forever mark you with the taint of loserdom. As you can imagine, calling a priest or any sort of religious minister in on this, and then showing him my porn, is also asking to be told that I’m going to hell—just because I love pictures of naked women. Or, as I like to say, I like to “celebrate” the innate beauty of the female figure. So what if heavy breathing is involved! So, this was a boulder I shouldered silently.

Then, one night, something happened that defied any sort of rational explanation. I was laying in bed, watching some late night sci-fi movie, and I started falling asleep. The television wouldn’t turn off, at first. When it finally did, the picture went, but a white glow remained – much like in the movie Poltergeist. Only, I have a flat screen, not an old cathode ray set found in that old horror movie. In short, it shouldn’t have done that. My blanket drifted off the bed. A few times, I absent mindedly pulled it back up, but I didn’t stay covered for long. It was like a tug-o-war, almost. It was gradual at first, slowly creeping off. Then, finally it was yanked, as if somebody pulled it, hard.

That’s when I first noticed her. She was just a black shadow, a silhouette against the gray glow of my TV. She seemed formless and featureless, just a very curvy shape. From what I could tell, she was slim with modest-ample-sized breasts and a thin waist that lead into shapely legs. I didn’t know what to think, other than this was likely the source of my porn mags being arranged into =^D shapes.

My blanket rose off the floor and levitated in front of her. Then, in a flash of a second, it twisted and knotted itself around my ankles. Undershirts flew out of my dresser and bound my wrists to the headboard. The knots were tight, but not constricting enough to cut off my circulation. I struggled to no avail. ...