Kissed by a ghost

Kissed by a ghost

Something pinned her to the wall, she felt a hand it touched her shoulder, it slid up her neck then back down to her shoulder. It pulled the strap of her top down. She felt another hand lifting the hem of her skirt up her thigh. A body pressed her against the wall, while some unseen force started to kiss her neck. She could feel the softness of lips; she then felt a tongue licking her shoulder, where the strap had been pulled down. She felt stubble, so it was male, whatever it was. She wasn’t sure if she wasn’t running because of fear, being pinned to the wall, by something she couldn’t see, or if it was because she was so turned on, that if whatever was pinning her to the wall moved, she would melt into a puddle at its feet.

“Don’t be afraid,” it said, it had a gravely voice, like it hadn’t used its voice in a while, and then it kissed her. Closing her eyes, she could believe it was a real flesh and blood man kissing her, but the reality was, it was a ghost.