One Shots

Spirits In The Night (MxF)

I sighed as I turned off the water of the bathroom sink for the third time today.

It wasn’t so much that I was scared now as I was just...furious!

Whoever and whatever it was infuriated me to no end and if I called out--silence. And then it would come back at full force.

It was like a fly or a gnat, buzzing around begin heard but never to be seen and caught.

And I knew it couldn’t be anyone else because I lived in a one-bedroom apartment, by my self.

“Enough is enough,” I yelled out, closing the kitchen cabinets, “I’m so tired of playing these f*****g games! Come out and face me, you coward!”

"Who you calling a coward," a voice, just barely above a whisper, said behind me and I turned, seeing nothing there.

“Well, you. That’s who. You’re a coward for playing games with me and never getting caught. This is the worst game of hide-and-seek I’ve ever played,” I huffed and folded my arms across my chest.

"What about,” he said, his voice coming from my kitchen table.

“Hide,” his voice closer.

"And,” closer.

"Fright," right at my ear and I jumped and hit my hip on the counter.

“Bastard,” I yelled and pulled up my shirt to inspect the bruised skin.

He chuckled behind me, ”Don’t hate the player, hate the game, darlin’.”

“Well, it’s a stupid f*****g game,” I huffed out and ran a hand through my hair, “Besides, don’t you have another side to get to? Run along into the light.”

"Why are you not scared," he asked in my ear again and this time, I didn’t jump, but my heart skipped a beat.

“I’ve spent the first few months begin scared, even thought about breaking my lease and moving out, but when all you did was open cabinets, turn on faucets, and stomp around a bit, I knew you were a benevolent spirit. Now you’re just a pest,”

"I’m hurt, darlin’,” he whispered and I could feel a cold draft inch up my arm, stopping at my shoulder, ”I can be much more than a pest to you."

“Jesus, really? Even in death, that’s all you boys can think about, huh,” I furiously asked and moved out of the cold draft.

“Go away, whoever you are. Finish the work you have to do and then leave. I don’t want or need you here. And if you stay and continue to wreak chaos in my home, I will call a priest to cleanse my apartment,” I said and went into the living room.

"Have it your way,” he said and a breeze blew my hair over my shoulder.

***

He hadn’t opened any more cabinets or turned on any more faucets but he was still letting me know he was around and knew I was bluffing about the priest.

Candles were blown out after I lit them, my things moved to a different spot in the apartment but I would just curse whoever he was and go on about my day.

One day, though, I had hit my breaking point.

“Please, this has got to stop! I need my car keys for work and I’m already running late,” I was on the verge of tears at this point. This week my boss was being more pain-in-the-ass-ish than usual and I felt I would get fired soon if I wasn’t the perfect employee until he got the stick out of his ass.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look, I’m sorry, darlin’. I was just playing. They’re in the pantry,” he whispered in my ear, his cold draft going up my arm again.

“You have to stop,” I sniffled and ran to grab my keys before heading to the door, taking one last glance around, “I want you gone before I get back. I’m serious this time. Leave and don’t come back.”

***

He must’ve taken me seriously because it’d been months since I’d seen any sign from him. I still caught a random cold draft and called out, but I never got an answer.

I missed him, in a way. The apartment seemed...lonely without him in it, colder even.

He had been the only male presence in my life since my job was predominately female, aside from my boss--but he didn’t really count--and I missed his flirting...

Even the way it felt to have him ‘touch’ me, to have his voice in my ear...I had chills and I could feel myself growing wet just thinking about him--or anyone...

Who was I kidding? He piqued my interest and I missed the bastard!

I huffed and put my dinner dishes in the sink before heading off to my bedroom. It was late and I had the day off tomorrow, thankfully, so I could stay up and play around on social media for a while before going to bed...

But social media wasn’t what I wanted to look at.

I knew I was being paranoid but I made sure all of my blinds were closed tight before I took off my pajama bottoms. I, then, flopped onto my bed and pulled out my laptop and typed in a...certain website.

As I looked at all the thumbnails of videos before me, I scrolled down, looking for one that I wanted to watch, that would get me there.

I clicked on a video and immediately skipped through all the bad-acting beginning and went straight to the good stuff.

The woman’s face was pure ecstasy as the man started out slow and then began working up to a brutal and punishing pace.

“Wish I had someone like that,” I said wistfully and I watched the man brutally f**k the woman until he reached his climax.

“Well, that did nothing,” I sighed and looked for another video, one of a different kind.

Maybe an all-female video could do something for me.

As I typed in what I wanted and looked for a video that looked promising, I heard the tap in the bathroom turn on.

My eyebrows rose but now was the worst time for him to show he was still around. Huffing, I called out, “Cut it out! I’m trying to watch and imagine this woman doing this to me!”

The tap was shut off and a moment later I felt a breeze.

"A woman can’t do to you what I could..."

I gasped at his close proximity, right at my ear to be exact, “As a ghost, could you even do anything?”

"I’m offended that you should even have to question me on that,” he joked and I felt something like fingers trailing over my shoulder and then along my neck.

I shuddered, my breath coming out in pants now, “How come--”

“--To save energy. If I came to you full form all the time, I’d be drained. It’s impossible. I’ve been saving and storing energy for--"

“--You thought something like this would happen,” my brow raised again in question.

He chuckled and I felt his fingers ghost over the neckline of my spaghetti-strapped shirt, ”I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined this. I’ve seen you, I’ve been able to do nothing but watch you since you moved in. And I will say this, you are way better looking than the guy who was here before you--by a mile."

“I don’t even know you’re name,” I said breathlessly as I felt his fingers slip under my shirt.

"Ashton. It’s a pleasure to meet you, darlin’, though I already know my way around you by now."

“You’ve...what...you’ve seen me naked,” I gasped as he touched one of my n*****s.

"Call me rude, call me disrespectful but I have seen your body--sans clothes--once or twice when I didn’t think I’d ever let my presence be known. It was wrong, I know but It’s been so long. I am sorry, though."

“It’s been a while since you’ve peeked at me naked or since you’ve f****d anyone?”

He tweaked my n****e and moved to the other, “Well...both. I’ve been dead for what seems like...a million years. It’s really only been about 30 or so and I’ve haven’t peeked at you since the second week you moved in.”

“Oh, Ashton. Can you...can you even f**k me,” I whispered and I pulled my shirt up and over my head, and then my bra, throwing them both to the corner of the room.

"Of course, I can,” he whispered and suddenly he started coming into view. It started with his fingers, his palm squeezing my breasts and then he was beside me.

“Wow,” I whispered and he moved over me, “You’re gorgeous.”

"Thank ya, darlin’." His light-brown hair was shaggy, his eyes were a marvelous shade of blue, and his lips were plump and pink--beautifully inviting.

He was also stark naked.

“You don’t waste any time, do you,” I chuckled and ran my hands along his arms, feeling the ghostly muscles there.

He looked away for a moment and then back at me, ”Usually you end up in what you died in.”

My eyes widened and a gasp left my mouth, “You...you died naked?”

"Yup, I was sleeping. Didn’t even see him comin’,” he sighed.

"But enough about sad things and such. Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we, darlin’," he asked with a mega-watt smile that could power all of California.

“Oh, yes,” I nodded and grinned, “You were going to show me all the wonderful things you could do to me.”

"Right, but we’ll have to be quick. I only have so much energy and I don’t want to leave you...unfinished."

“Get inside of me, Ashton,” I said, looking right into his eyes, my bottom lip between my teeth.

"I can’t seem to think of anything else,” he chuckled and moved my panties to the side.

Guiding himself, the head of his c**k finally met with my well-saturated entrance and I gasped as he pushed in.

“Oh, wow,” I said breathlessly, “Is that really you or do you have some ghostly power to make things...bigger?”

"I was just blessed, darlin’," he chuckled and began a slow and easy pace, ”I wouldn’t cheat you out of the real deal."

Everything seemed to pick up then: His pace, my breath, and heartbeat...

I wasn’t sure if it was because it had also been a while for me too or if he had some ghostly prowess I wasn’t immune to, but he was the best I was sure I had ever had.

If the pleasure hadn’t been so great, I might’ve been embarrassed about the volume of my moans but I really couldn’t be bothered to care.

Ashton was doing wondrous things to my body and I couldn’t help but mentally kick myself for not doing this sooner.

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” I wasn’t sure what I wanted but I knew there was something more he could give.

Pushing my knees up to the chest, he was able to go deeper but also hit that sweet spot inside and when I let it be known that he had found it, he was relentless in his drive.

“Right there,” I whimpered as my fingers found my c******s and began rubbing circles with his deep thrusts.

“Like this,” he asked breathlessly as he thrust into me.

“Yes, harder, please,” I begged and brought him down for a kiss.

As he pounded into me, he bit my lip and then kissed his way to my neck before sucking on the skin--no doubt leaving marks.

“I’m close,” I whimpered, feeling that short build before the finish.

“Come for me. Come on my c**k,” he whispered and sped up.

I felt the intense white heat of my orgasm as it crashed through me and it knocked me speechless.

“f**k, yes,” he moaned, driving into me a few more times before he stilled and huffed out a breath.

“Well, that was--”

“--Amazing," he chuckled, pulled out, and rolled over. He threw an arm over his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"It’s going to happen soon. I can feel it," he sighed after a moment of silence.

“You’ll...evaporate,” I asked, trying not to laugh.

He looked over at me and flicked my nose, ”I’m not a puddle. I just...dissapear, but I swear I won’t leave. I’ll still be here--If you want me to be, that is."

“You’ll still be able to talk to me, right,” I asked as I noticed it start at his fingers first.

"For a while, it’ll just be whispers here and there until I gain back some energy. Maybe a few days or weeks, but I’ll still let you know I’m here,” he said.

And then more and more of him was enveloped into the unknown.

“Come back to me when you can,” I pulled his face to me and we kissed and kissed and kissed until finally...

He was gone.

“Make sure to come back,” I whispered.

"Always."

*Sorry if this one seemed a bit rushed. I think I'm a bit off my game.*