You're sitting at your desk in your tiny apartment, browsing the web on your computer when you get a notification popup saying that you've got a new email. Clicking the link causes a full screen video player to pop up and the lights in your room go out. You swallow nervously, beginning to wonder just what the hell is going on when the video suddenly begins to play. The video is silent and depicts an abandoned old well in a foggy, dark forest. You jump as a pale hand emerges from the darkness of the well and seeks purchase on it's mossy rim. Transfixed, you watch in horror as the rest of the body that belongs to the hand emerges from out of the well. The figure is clearly a woman, though her face is obscured by long, dark hair and her body by a thin white dress. She begins walking slowly towards the camera. As she comes closer, you start to feel anxious and nervous. You consider turning off the video, but find yourself incapable of moving.
The dress is soaked and clinging, and as the figure walks, you can see her breasts bouncing beneath it. Her skin is ghostly pale and her hair is as dark as a moonless night.
If this whole situation wasn't so terrifying, you might be aroused at the pale flesh her clinging dress is showcasing but now is not the time for such things. You continue to watch through widened eyes as the figure approaches the camera.
Her hand reaches towards the camera and her fingers actually emerge from the computer screen, finding the screen's bezel as her other hand follows.
You manage to inch back slightly as she grabs the screen's edge and begins to drag herself out of the monitor, into your room. Her damp, midnight hair emerges, followed by her arms and her shoulders. You can smell the wetness of her pale white dress as it sticks to her shoulders.
Suddenly her progress stops and she makes a surprised face as your eyes meet before you both glance down to see that her dress plastered breasts are blocking her from emerging.
She lets out a mortified breath, twisting and turning, her pale, hair-obscured face blushing as she manages to squeeze through. She's halfway onto your desk now, but the sight of this pale horror's embarrassment has broken your terrified paralysis. Heart pounding, you try to back up, tripping on your chair and landing on your back on the carpeted floor. You try to push yourself up as the woman emerges completely from the computer. She looks around in a panic before noticing you on the floor, staring at you and smiling creepily.
As your heart pounds and you try but fail to scream, the vision of terror before you fails her dismount of your desk and falls with a silent scream, landing on top of you with the bosom of her damp white dress in your crotch.
The weight of her atop you and the coldness of her body chills you to your bones. Her drenched hair drips on your face and the dampness of her dress, pushed against your shorts by her breasts is beginning to seep through.
Whatever horrors she was going to visit upon you seem to have at least been delayed. The woman's pale hands are now covering her hair shrouded eyes and she's howling silently in mortified embarrassment as a flush creeps across her face. You can see her silently sobbing as she struggles to get up, her hair a curtain around her face. Her dress plastered pillows mashing into the crotch of your shorts have given you an uncomfortable erection and that's at least part of the source of her embarrassment, failed dismount of your desk notwithstanding.
As she writhes in humiliation, you manage to help her off of you and scramble to your feet. You watch as the woman continues to kneel in cringing anxiety on your carpet.
Now that she's not smiling unsettlingly and reaching for you, this pale horror is much less frightenting. Her face is heart shaped and what you can see behind her hair of her features are beautiful. If she wasn't damp, cold, unearthly pale and unkempt she'd be stunning. Her eyes are a piercing deep blue. You see her shiver and it isn't just from the wetness of her dress.
Her eyes dart to you as you stand over her.
She's obviously expecting a fight now that you're no longer paralyzed by fear. You have no idea what she is but she emerged from that video on your computer, obviously intent upon doing something horrible to you. Regardless of what she looks like now, you know that you must defend yourself.
She tries to take a fighting stance but it's painfully obvious that she has no idea what she's doing. You pull her forward and plant a kiss on her pale lips, eliciting a soundless gasp and blush before she turns, trying to climb back onto your desk and into the monitor.
You hold her back, not letting her get away. She's struggling to get away, embarrassed and horrified at the kiss as well as your lack of fear. Her hair is damp, dirty and gross but it's been ages since you've been this close to a woman... even if she might be an evil spirit. You can't think of anything else to do so you continue to hold her and try to kiss her again. She breaks free, about to dive into your monitor but you yank the plug out of the outlet. The monitor shuts off, cutting off her escape. She's left in your room with nowhere to go.
"What are you?" You ask, wanting some sort of explanation for her appearance.
She just stares at you, hiding behind her hair. All you can see are her blue eyes, staring at you, studying you.
You shrug and lean in for another kiss. She tries to back up, her dress covered rear colliding with your desk as she tries to get away from your kiss. You grab her shoulders. Her mouth works soundlessly, apparently she can mouth words but not speak. Another kiss interrupts her protests.
You pull her closer and sneak a hand around to her ass, giving it a squeeze through the wet dress plastered to it. She reacts as you'd expect a woman to and starts squirming away, embarrassed. The squeeze revealed that, although a little cool, her ass was soft and tight.
She keeps struggling and you keep kissing. She tries to push you away but she isn't really putting her weight into it. You start to pull the straps of her white dress down, slowly peeling the wet material away and watching as her pale shoulders are revealed. She seems to give up on pushing you away, instead just standing there in nervous embarrassment as you molest her. You pull the straps down, releasing her breasts.
As the wet material peels away, they bounce into view. They are large and soft, jiggling as they swing free, her nipples standing at attention, a light pink color contrasted by her pale, nearly translucent skin. The pale woman gives a little shiver as a blush creeps up her chest to her face. Her eyes flicker away, not wanting to look you in the face anymore. You take her squirming, embarrassed form and pull her close.
Before she can protest, you part her damp black locks so that you can see her entire face, and get in position to kiss her again. You press your lips against hers as she sighs in resignation, just letting herself collapse into your arms and submitting to your assault.
"Have you ever been touched before?" you ask the pale woman, looking at her body language since she can't speak.
She shakes her head, already blushing at the question.
"Ah... so you're a virgin too..." You reply and begin caressing her body.
Her reserved attitude slowly starts to fade as you slide your hands under her wet, half removed dress, feeling her body. You squeeze her ass as she slumps into your arms.
"Should I stop?" you ask, braving her soiled, damp hair to whisper the question into her ear. You feel her shake her head.
You start to kiss her again. Her lips are warm and wet, and you feel her shyly kissing you back. You start to peel her dress off as you continue to feel her up. The white dress falls away from her skin, leaving her naked damp but exposed. Before you is a pale expanse of beautiful flesh, her breasts hanging large but supple, her stomach flat and a thick patch of dark black landing nestled between her thighs.
The virgin spirit stands before you naked and trembling, her damp dress in a pile at her feet. You grab her gently and lay her on your bed. She lays back as you start to undress. You stare at her naked body illuminated by the lamp, her pale form throwing a long shadow across your sheets.
She's embarrassedly trying to hide her face behind her hair again but her body still lays exposed for you, her breasts heaving slowly up and down as she breathes. You climb into bed with her and start to run your hands up and down her pale thighs. She flinches at your warm touch but then relaxes, starting to enjoy the moment.
You climb on top of her and kiss her on the lips. She closes her eyes as your hands wander all over her body before returning to part her hair from her face.
Her mouth moves in silent protest at the exposure of her face but you kiss her gently.
"There's no need to hide such a pretty face." you assure the embarrassed ghostly woman.
Her long black hair tumbles down her shoulders and flows over your pillows. Her breasts rise and fall as she stares into your eyes, a blush present on that cute, pale face. Her hands reach up and hold your head as you start to kiss down her neck. You feel your growing erection grind against her thigh as it begins to ache.
You move your mouth down to her collar bone, then to one of her firm, round breasts. You take her nipple in your mouth and flick it with your tongue. The pale woman moans silently, throwing her head back as she runs her fingers through your hair.
Your mouth traces a line of saliva down to her stomach, her abdominal muscles gently heaving with every breath. You reach the thin line of pubic hair and slow down your pace, teasing the poor woman before pausing.
You haven't given those magnificent pillows on her chest the attention they deserve yet so you start to lavish them with your tongue, flicking her nipples again and again. The pale woman squirms under your touch as she bites down on her lip.
You push your head into the space between her magnificent knockers, tasting and teasing the soft flesh, occasionally sucking on her nipple. You feel her hands ruffle your hair as she starts to moan silently. Her whole body seems to quiver as she writhes under your touch.
You move lower and lower, your mouth leaving a trail of saliva and spittle in its wake. You crawl your lips down her taut belly, finding her pubic patch, damp with desire. You take a deep breath and start to move your head closer to that glorious mound of flesh. Your tongue longing to explore its folds, your mouth watering for a taste.
The ecstatic ghost moans silently as your organ dances over her clit, causing her to squirm even more. You start to suck on her clitoris, giving it all the attention your tongue can muster. Her fists clench and her knuckles turn white as she lets out an ecstatic sigh of breath. Her thighs clench around your head as her whole body tenses up, she's seconds away from losing control.
The ghost woman is breathing heavily as you tease her slit with the tip of your tongue. You push your mouth onto her womanhood, your lips and tongue massaging her throbbing mound of flesh. She's panting now, the passion overwhelming her. She might not be able to speak but you can hear her breath.
She lets out a silent scream as she reaches her orgasm, her thighs clamped against your ears. You can feel her body spasming as you lap at her slit, toying with it. You're covered in the love juices of an evil spirit and you've never felt so satisfied with your life. Her hand pats your back, signalling you to move back upwards. You gladly do so, bringing you face up to regard hers. She stares at you with a look of satisfaction and lust, her thighs still quivering, a blush upon her face. How can she still be shy after that?
You give her a deep kiss, her taste filling your soul. She wraps her arms around you as her body presses up against yours, his hands running through your hair. Her heart beats against your chest as she pulls you close.
You position your cock between her inviting lips and start to push inside her. Her entry is tight and you feel her clasping onto your manhood as you push deeper and deeper inside her. Those luscious, creamy thighs wrap around you, pulling you deeper and deeper with each thrust. She lets out a silent gasp as you push inside her as far as you can go. Your groin starts to ache as you feel her clenching onto your manhood.
You start to move at an achingly slow pace, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against yours. Cool against warm. Mortal against ghost. She moves with you, never breaking eye contact as you both share a connected intimacy that most will never experience. Her mouth curves into a nervous smile as she embraces you longingly.
With the snail's pace you've set, you can feel every fold and pleat of her womanhood as it hugs your cock, while she can feel every bump and ridge. You look deep into her eyes and you know she is experiencing the same joy.
The pace gradually quickens as your desire mounts. Her thighs tighten around your midriff as she brings your head in for another kiss.
Her netherlips tug at your girth's base as you plunge in and out, while her hard clit rubs against your pubic mound. You can hear the slick squelching noises your motions create.
Her first instinct is to embarrassed by the sounds but you prevent her from hiding her face behind her hair with a kiss, and soon the sounds are joined by your French kissing. She puts her arms around your neck and hugs you as close to her as possible, her pillowy chest smooshed against you.
With each thrust you can feel her heartbeat quickening, joining with your own rhythm as her passion rises.
You increase the pace even further and if they weren't pressed so firmly against you, her breasts would be bouncing.
Her womanhood is slick with desire, eagerly accepting each thrust of your rod. You slow a little to prolong the mutual pleasure, adding a bit of a twirl to your thrusts that she meets in kind.
You can hear her breathing increase as she clings onto you, holding you inside her in an embrace as tight as her thighs.
You vary your pace, slowing and speeding as you work each other towards the precipice of a mutual orgasm.
You shift your angle of penetration, sending a shockwave of pure bliss through her body, her walls pulsing around your eager cock. She arches her back, pressing her nails into your shoulders as she lets out a desperate, silent moan. Her entire being is focused on each thrust as you achieve a steady rhythm to maximize both your pleasure.
Her walls spasm around your member and you can't hold back any longer.
As your lips lock to hers and your eyes meet, you ram your manhood home and jet after jet of your seed empties into her eager womb. You fall off the cliff of orgasm together, your souls intertwined as you both enjoy several blissful moments of ecstasy.
The sensations rock through your body as you release the pent up lust and passion building in your loins. You're not sure how long the moment lasts as time loses all meaning. Eventually you finish and your moment ends, but it will remain with you forever.
Laying in a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs and cool flesh pressed against warm, you place a few gentle kisses on her neck and hold her close, listening to her racing heartbeat gradually slow.
In bed with the silent spirit, your little apartment doesn't seem quite so little. You have a feeling it won't ever seem quite so small again.
"Do you have to return to the well in that video?" you ask, sighing as you return her sweaty embrace. She nods sadly and you wish she could speak. "What happens if you don't?" you ask, looking at her body language for the response. She looks down and to the side, avoiding eye contact. "You'll disappear?"
She nods sadly. You stand, walking up to her and wrapping your arms around her. She melts into your embrace, a proper kiss spoiled only by her nervous blush.
You carefully hand her the white dress before plugging your computer back in and starting it up. She steps into it, sliding her arms through the straps. You watch in amusement as she tugs and pulls at it, trying to get it to best fit her.
With a sad sigh, you load up the strange video with the dark forest and the well. She stares at it, the ghost of a frown flickering across her face. "Do you have to go?" you ask, hoping for a miracle.
She nods sadly but points at the video and makes a triangle with her finger. It takes a moment to realize that it's a play symbol.
"If I play the video again another night, you can return to visit me?" you ask, stunned. She nods happily.
"I'll try to play it again tomorrow night."
She looks at you, then at the video and nods. She gives a few little waves and steps towards the screen. A cold wind blows through the room and the lights flicker before she steps through the screen. You watch as she walks towards the well, then the video ends.

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Pub: 08 May 2021 22:51 UTC
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