I awoke during the witching hour & felt her presence. A full moon creept dim light into my room revealing a ghostly feminine-apparition floating wantonly above me.
I was terrified, unable to move, felt an icy grip as this ****-spector lowered itself onto my lap.
Immediately I rose, became scared stiff, lying on my back meeting the earnest demands of this sensual-fiend. The tempo increased, the rising and falling of this ravenous-being was reaching an ******* level.
On and on it went, hellbent on satisfaction. I lay dripping with sweat, breathless, pushing my hips harder and harder into the air, filling the midnight visitor with my hardness.
Simultaneously, the ticking of the wall clock stopped as I exploded a steady stream into the shapely-mist.
When I finally opened my eyes, the sensuous-spirit had fled, disappeared into the dark. I was totally alone, but the presence remained.
Outside, I heard owl hoots & something howling at the moon. That's when I remembered, she said she'd haunt me forever, come back and do me right during the witching hour, in the middle of the night.
And, I can most assuredly tell you, there's nothing frightening about these nightly hauntings. In fact, I crave them, every chance I get, I look for ways to conjure her...