Southern Superstition

“With her nightgown pushed up, the ghost worked his way down…”

Southern Superstition, a Lot's Cave eBook, Lily WeidnerDescription

Samantha just moved into her first house, and it’s supposedly haunted. Not one to believe in ghosts, she’s surprised to find an unfamiliar man watching her from the shadows. Turned on by his voyeuristic gaze, Samantha soon finds the ghost is hornier than ever imaginable. Taken in her bed, Samantha spends a night in romantic passion and paranormal bliss.

Excerpt

Austen slept peacefully beside her, and Samantha was left staring at the ghostly intruder. He seemed to look at her, but then at times seemed to look beyond her. “Can…can I help you?” His eyes met hers, but otherwise did nothing. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch him. To her surprise, her fingers made contact with his skin. There was a chill that ran through her body, yet he still felt like flesh and blood.

This time he looked at her fingers, and then met her eyes. “You can see me?”

Samantha nodded, not sure what to say.  She wasn’t sure why she was able to see him either, or what was even going on. The man seemed shocked by this, and looked down at his simple bedding.

“Is that your husband?” Looking back at the bed, Samantha found herself blushing. “He’s my boyfriend.”

There was a look of sadness on the man’s face, and then he reached out and touched Samantha’s cheek. “I had a wife like you.” His touch made her look at him again, and then a part of her smiled. “Is that why you sleep here?” He looked at his bed, the gun he once carried in life still resting beside it. “I believed in something once. Something that can be true again.”

Shaking her head, Samantha didn’t have the heart to tell him he would never see his dream fulfilled. His death had probably spared him the reality of seeing how the war had turned out. It didn’t take much for her to see that he wouldn’t be pleased with the outcome.

A part of her was now longing to comfort him, though she didn’t quite know how to do so. Taking a chance, she reached out pulling his mouth to hers.

Surprised, his hands wrapped around her waist pushing her down onto his bedding. There were no words spoken between them, only his insistent hands upon her body.

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About Lily Weidner

An author with an interest in all things taboo, Lily Weidner combines both personal experience and unique interests to write her erotic stories. Captivated by her work, she enjoys writing stories that explore and challenge the depths of human nature.
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