Visitation From A Hentai Ghost

Visitation From A Hentai Ghost – An Erotic Tale

I had been feeling a bit lost, my life was caught in flux, when I first met him. I had been searching for something to fill the sense of emptiness that had been lingering in my life and had taken to visiting my local shrine late at night in hopes of finding a spiritual presence that could offer solace. And it was there, on the eve of a new moon, that I encountered a presence of a different kind.

He had appeared suddenly in front of me, a figure of great beauty, with a silky white haori, dark blue hair, and startlingly blue eyes. Where he had come from I could not tell, but it seemed he had been summoned by my longing. His lips were full and sensuous, his skin an unnatural white that seemed to glow in the moonlight. He introduced himself as a hentai ghost and said he had come to offer me pleasure.

I was unsure of what to say at first, but slowly my apprehension began to melt away as he slowly moved closer to me. His hands glided gently over my body, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire being. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck as he murmured sweet nothings into my ear. His fingers traced circles on my skin, creating a warmth that was both soothing and tantalizing.

His hands were soft and gentle, but soon gave way to something more passionate and demanding. As he kissed me and explored every inch of my body, I could feel my inhibitions melt away. I felt connected to him in a way I had never experienced before.

I threw myself into the moment, surrendering completely to his touch, his caresses and his lips. He moved his hands expertly over my body, exploring every inch of my flesh. His touch sent waves of pleasure through me and I felt my body responding in kind. I was soon writhing in pleasure, my hips rising of their own accord to meet his touch.

He moved over me, his lips blazing a trail down my body, exploring each and every curve. I gasped in pleasure as his tongue lapped and teased at my nipples, drawing out my arousal further. My moans of pleasure soon echoed around us as his tongue explored my most intimate places, sending me over the edge.

As our sexual escapades continued, I felt increasingly connected to him. I felt I knew him, almost as if we had been lovers for centuries. I could feel the intensity of our connection in his eyes, his touch, and his kiss.

I felt like I was in a dream, but I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, to bask in his presence. But soon I awoke to find myself alone, with nothing but the fading memory of his presence and the warmth of his love imprinted in my soul.

The next morning, I awoke feeling lighter and more connected with myself. I knew then that I had been visited by a hentai ghost, a being of otherworldly love and pleasure. I had been gifted with a night of pleasure and I would never forget it.