Ghostly Touch in My New Apartment: A Red Confession of Forbidden Ecstasy

April 14th. My new bathroom. Ground floor of this empty villa. Exhausted from work. Craving the shower’s heat. Steam already fogging the mirror. Heart steady. For now.

I peel off my blouse. Skin prickles. Cool air bites my shoulders. Then—a hot breath. Right on my neck. Not wind. No windows open. Goosebumps race down my spine. Pulse quickens. I glance back. Nothing. Just shadows.

The Fever Ignites

Bra next. Fingers tremble on the clasp. Mirror shows my curves. Full breasts heaving. Panties cling to my hips, damp from the day’s sweat. Door slams. Violent. Echoes crash. I freeze. Naked now? No. Still in underwear. Heart hammers. Throat tight. Run? No. Arousal stirs. Low. Insidious.

Panties slide down. Bare. Exposed. Pubis tingles. Another breath. Hot. There. Between my thighs. Warmth spreads. Vulva swells. Wetness gathers. Fear? Yes. But heat builds. Bas-ventre ignites. I step into the shower. Water blasts. Scalding. Hides my gasps.

Rideau pulled. Door slams again. Closer. I’m soaked. Foam everywhere. Pommeau gripped like a weapon. Ridiculous. Terrified. Aroused. Blood roars in ears. Nipples harden under suds. Skin burns.

Everything turns red. Desire floods. Irresistible. Dangerous. I want it. Whatever it is.

Shampoo in hair. Eyes sting. Hands appear. Invisible? No. Firm. On my hips. Grip possessive. Urgent. I gasp. Water pounds. Fingers trace up. Cup my breasts. Thumbs circle nipples. Electric. Knees buckle. Breath—hot—on neck. Enivrant. Dizzying.

Surrender to the Blaze

I arch back. Against nothing. Everything. Heart explodes. Skin feverish. Sweat mixes with water. His? Its? Touch savage. One hand dives low. Parts my folds. Fingers probe. Deep. I moan. Loud. Lost.

No stopping. Blaze consumes. Pressure builds. Something thicker presses. At my entrance. Insistent. I spread legs. Beg silently. It thrusts. Fills me. Brutal. Stretching. Pulsing. Invisible cock? Ghostly? Real. Raw. Pounding.

Hips buck. Water splashes. Clit throbs under circling thumb. Breasts mauled. Nipples pinched. Pain-pleasure. I claw air. Scream building. Deeper. Faster. Sweat pours. Muscles clench. Orgasm rips. Shattering. Waves crash. I convulse. Gushing. Soaked.

It doesn’t stop. Hammers through. Second peak. Savage. Devouring. Legs shake. Barely stand. Breath ragged on neck. Final thrust. Fills me. Hot. Imaginary seed? Real flood. I collapse against tiles. Spent.

Water cools. Hands fade. Gone. Shower ends. I slump. Towel rough on burning skin. Tremble. Heart slows. Pubis aches. Swollen. Marked. Breasts tender. Nipples raw.

Diary. I write. Shaking. Ashes settle. Skin still hums. Alive. Marked forever. Haunted? Yes. Hanted by lust. Fear? Faded. Joy? Burning. Unique. Mine. Do I fear? Rejoice? Both. Crave more. Tomorrow? Another shower. Another breath.