Ghost Hunter

By Becca Sinh

 

Bio & Sample

 

 

 

Becca is the best ghost hunter in the world. And she thinks she's seen everything--until an intriguing rumor sends her to exotic far-off Romania to exorcize a haunted passenger train. But this is no ordinary ghost. And Becca is about to experience the most incredible sexual experience of her entire life! (erotica, hardcore, paranormal, amorous ghost, hardcore sex)

 

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I'd half-expected the door to be locked, but apparently local legend was enough to scare away anyone but the lunatic American woman. It opened easily under my wary touch.

I took one step forward...and something shoved me, so hard that I stumbled headlong into the darkened car, and nearly crashed against the far wall. The door slammed with a resounding bang behind me.

It appeared that my presence was not only welcome, but urgently demanded!

"Been lonely a long time, haven't you?" I murmured as I pushed away from the wall, and slowly turned around.

Then I felt the barest brush against my hair, as if a cobweb or a warm breeze had drifted past. My pulse began to race. It isn't often that a spirit can gather enough energy to actually physically touch a person.

I waited, breathless...and sure enough, the touch came again. A little stronger this time. Slow, gentle, as if a hand was stroking the hair back from my forehead. I fancied that I could actually feel my hair move.

Pressure exerted against my arm, lightly urging me backwards. Warmth traced across my cheek, as if a hand had caressed it. Then another touch, this time down my cheek and across my collarbone.

"I know you're here, I can feel your hand. What do you want from me?"

More feather-light caresses gliding through my long hair, down my throat, up and down my arms. Damned if it didn't feel more like a lover's caress!

"What do you want from me?" My throat was clogged with growing nerves now. I'd never believed in the fanciful medieval 'incubus' tales. Ghostly lovers seducing young women, indeed!

A single finger traced the deep valley between my breasts, and I felt my breath explode from my lungs. "You can't be serious!" My protest came out as a weak whisper, and my legs felt like jelly. "I can't... This is all wrong! You're not supposed to want contact with a living human anymore!"