Let me say up front, I didn't used to believe in ghosts. I'd always thought I was alone in my house, but slowly I began to realize something was watching me masturbate ... and wanted to join in the fun.
When I told my friend Tara about the poltergeist, she wanted to see for herself, so I invited her over for a night of otherworldly passion.
The bed was heating up quickly so I threw back the doona and turned off the electric blanket. I lay there with my legs splayed open, enjoying my fantasy, rubbing my clit gently at first and then much quicker as an orgasm began to build. I couldn’t quite reach the peak I was striving for so I grabbed the dildo, smothered it with lubricating cream, and inched it in.
Flicking on the switch, I relaxed, enjoying the vibrations as I returned my attention to the screen and my clit. I was imagining her here, watching me on the other side of the room, watching me fucking myself with the dildo. In my mind I’d be the one in charge, ordered her to come over, to lick my clit, to replace the dildo with her fingers and really slide them in. Oh, yeah, now that was getting my juices flowing.
Suddenly I was slammed back, pinned to the bed, the dildo falling from me. My arms were spread wide while a heavy weight descended upon me. I panicked, trying to move this invisible force from me. Frightened, I tried to free my arms, to lift this weight from me, but I couldn’t.
I found my voice and began to scream for help, but my mouth was covered by an unseen presence, silencing me. Something cold and invisible snaked into my mouth, then trailed its icy way over my nakedness.
I pulled my legs together, squirming across the bed, desperate to stop whatever this was from even trying to enter me.
It stopped at my breasts, this thing, this poltergeist or whatever it was, its iciness circling my nipples. Goose bumps covered my flesh -- I watched in horror as my nipple was sucked into the air, stretching out as something tugged on it.
The weight lifted partially and the force went on wherever it desired, journeying downwards, darting around my slit, trying to manoeuvre its way in. I kept my legs tightly closed as I writhed about the bed, straining against my capture.
I was absolutely terrified.
Suddenly my arms were left alone and now my legs were yanked open, my pussy quivering, gaping wide open for this unseen presence to admire. As frightened as I was, I couldn’t control my body and my juices began to flow, shocking me that I could be turned on when my life could be in danger. Something cold probed the lips, then it snaked in, inching up into my hot pussy. My body tingled all over as I peered down, wondering what in the hell was going on.
I twisted my head from side to side and witnessed a breath of fog escape my mouth as my invisible assailant left me. Freed from the pressing weight, I jumped from my bed, my legs threatening to collapse as I grabbed my robe and wrapped it tightly around me, my teeth chattering with shock.
What the hell had just happened?
I ran from my room into the study to grab the phone and, with shaking fingers, dialled my girlfriend, Tara, screaming and crying as I blurted out my attack. She laughed at me. Thought I was joking, I’d made it all up. Asked me how much I’d been drinking. I insisted I was telling her the truth, but when I finally hung up, I realised how preposterous it must have all sounded. I felt between my legs. The lips were swollen. There had definitely been some sort of sexual activity.
