The haunted house in Connecticut (Part-2)

Continued from The haunted house in Connecticut (Part-1)

The following morning, it took Joan a while to remember why she was feeling all happy and so full of excitement. There was still some drowsiness and hangover but she recalled that she had had some negative thoughts about Mike's behavior. And then she recalled some sensations and a "force" which made her feel both dreadful and eerily satisfied at the same time.

Joan slowly started to understand what was happening. She had always felt a certain "presence" ever since they had been to that house two months ago but what happened yesterday took her by extreme surprise and disbelief. Not only was her house haunted but the strangest thing is that she didn't feel any fear or dread about that "presence" at all. Not only that, but she was positively enjoying the "touches" of that presence throughout the night!

Joan immediately regretted having such a thought, the guilt of cheating on her husband was bearing upon her like a heavy rock. But she tried to justify it by dwelling upon the fact that Mike hasn't been entirely honest about himself at times too. The fact that he actively refused to take her to New York with him also made Joan feel that she was wronged. But is it right to punish him in this way by cheating? Joan didn't want to think about it anymore, she simply couldn't bear thinking about it.

To distract herself, Joan started working on her incomplete draft. She had spent most of the last two months learning all about how prospective writers can self-publish their work through online platforms like Amazon Kindle. As Joan kept typing vigorously on her laptop immersed deeply in her thoughts about the fictional story she was writing, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation on her back. 

Startled, she turned at once only to find nobody. And she understood. It was the force, the presence. Recalling about the pleasures they had together enjoyed last night, Joan smiled sheepishly towards the general direction where she hoped was the "ghost".

As she was staring there, she heard a clicking sound from her laptop. She glanced and found that the notepad application was open with some words written on it:

"HELLO, I AM THE GHOST"

Excitement boiling inside of her stomach, Joan replied by typing the key stokes:

"HELLO GHOST, MY NAME IS JOAN"

Joan felt cold shivers through her hand as both Joan and the ghost tried to operate the laptop keyboard at the same time! The ghost was quick to type.

"YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL, MADEMOISELLE"

And they continued chatting. Joan told her all about how she grew up in a small village as a countryside girl, her likes and dislikes, hobbies and interests. Joan also confessed that though she had dated a few men and even had affairs, she had never ever felt even remotely anything like what she felt the earlier night with him.

The ghost told his story too. He was a crusader in the medieval times when Europe was a huge hornet's nest torn asunder with ongoing religious turf wars between one lord and another. The ghost was killed in the crusades while defending his territory at a time when he was not even married and hadn't enjoyed many pleasures in life. Perhaps, that's why nature was giving the ghost a second chance? Together they wondered.

And thus Joan and the ghost continued enjoying the coming days together. Joan longed for the night to come just as a desert wanderer would long for cold water. She seemed to enjoy sex the most when she was drifting into the depths of her subconscious mind. Ghost's touch had a distinctive feeling about it. Though he wasn't human, his touch seemed to know the exact pressure points that stimulated and aroused her sexual energy.

Sometimes, the ghost would blow a light breeze along her breasts causing her bra buttons to open up and then start stimulating her nipples with small revolutions. Joan would then feel pleasure sensations all over her body and her vaginal fluids would build up and start itching to come out. At other times, the ghost would zoom towards her nether region while gliding smoothly along the silky surface of her thighs and hips causing Joan to moan in excitement and stretch her back as she was filled with sensual pleasure.

Joan started realizing that she was getting addicted to the ghost day by day and it was impossible for her to even think of a life without him. What should Joan do now?

Comment on this Reddit Post and let me know if you are interested in reading a Part-3