She had wanted him there, to bury himself in her warmth. She could feel his lips on her mouth, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as she arched her b...ck, pressing her breasts against the soft hair that sprinkled his chest. He would wrap his arms around her arching torso, and kiss her neck as her head feel back against the sheets, pulling her tight against him as he relentlessly pressed his engorged manhood into her wetness. He was the only person she shared her desires, her darkest needs with.. ” With that I took of my mask and she gasped. “Tom! What the fuck do you think your doing? Im going to kill you!” I waved my pistol in her face. “I don't think so cum dump, I have the power, which is how you like it if I remember correctly.” She instantly reddened.“Take of your top” She shook her head and begged me not to do this. Stupid bitch.“Take it off, now.” I hadn't raised my voice, but I put an edge of steel into the timbre. She quickly stripped her t-shirt off, and lay there in her bra. He had connected with Sarah off an on during the day and knew that she was okay. During one of these episodes he had heard her arguing with herself internally about how she was reacting to his presence."I can't believe I dreamt of my ghost last night. I must be getting desperate for affection if I have begun to fantasise in such a way. I know I would never succumb like that in real life, but the dream was so real and so satisfying. I really do need to control myself when Mr Spirit is around. Mr. And I don’t know. So I am careful of what I say. I am careful of not saying things which would hurt him. Or me. And he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get that I understand him, and that I am not trying to push him away. Just that I am trying to be true to myself. He lay beside her, feeling no warmth from her body, because he had been careful to create that space between them on the bed. He watched her, as her chest gently rose and fell with her breath, as her face lay there motionless but not.