David like his namesake in the bible is a good looking young man with a joyous personality, never quick to anger, enjoying his life, living on the very edge. Though, unlike his namesake, he has never danced around the city naked but also has a weakness for beautiful women, willing to do anything including sending their husbands to the war front just to have a taste of the forbidden fruit of the woman that catches his fantasy. Everyone knows him; it is each night a different girl. None comes visiting for more than three nights.
Like every other young man, he came to the big city with big dreams – he is going to bed as much pretty girls as possible; keeping a record of all his sexual conquest. For the last four years, he kept a record of all the twenty-three girls he had conquered and bedded. A comprehensive list containing the names of the victim, time and location of the act with a remark of bad, good, great or divine at the end. So far no one has gotten divine.He couldn't believe his ears before she could take another breath he replied giggling between words "You are the kind of girl my mother said I should bring home…"She burst into honest laughter that was sexy at the same time. The sound of it made him wonder what her bedroom voice will sound like."You are funny…" she gave him a slight push."Where is home?""Not far from here""Cool, let's go then" she mouthed resting her head against his shoulders; while he tardily rested his hand over hers.These sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized him. If the gods are real, he told himself, this beauty must be their masterpiece. Why did she give in so easily? He has charisma with a charming personality, but that wasn't enough.She must have arrived town late, stranded and looking for a place to pass the night. This was nothing new or strange, young girls come into t
These sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized him. If the gods are real, he told himself, this beauty must be their masterpiece. Why did she give in so easily? He has charisma with a charming personality, but that wasn’t enough.She must have arrived town late, stranded and looking for a place to pass the night. This was nothing new or strange, young girls come into town every time stranded, looking for who to take them home for sex in exchange for a roof over their head for just a night. This wasn’t his first encounter with such girls and certainly not his last, but he has never been lucky with meeting such an angel.How would his night go down? It is certainly going to be an all night long affair, what people in the world call “Till daybreak”. He thought about how slowly he would rip that tight gown off her body, imagined his hand cupping those gigantic breasts and his tongue on her hard nipples sucking the sweet juice
The ceiling fan rotated tardily and noiselessly, producing hardly enough air to cool the sitting room, but thank heaven for the air conditioner which did the job. A white electric bulb hung not too far from the fan illuminating the entire room. On the white wall, hung a forty-two-inch plasma television and a collection of white leather sofa arranged in a C-shaped stood opposite it. Blue transparent glasses table with red strawberry design stood between them.On the table was a just-opened bottle of white wine and glasses for two; one filled and the other empty. The walls were covered in white paint with just a large gold-framed picture of David in a lion's skin-cloth with a red cap that had an eagle's feather pinned at its right side. He had a proud smile across his face.The whole sitting room lacked a single book on any topic but a large collection of pornographic magazines was well arranged just below the television. The only thing of a different colour
"I can see you love what you are seeing…" she said between sly smiles. She seemed to be a mind reader; he was on fire with a passion to possess her naked body."Yes… Yes!" he stammered, struggling to think of the right thing to say. Then in a flash, the right word popped into his head."You were a vision before, but now you are a dream in human form"She giggled a little; it sounded like the ringing of a church bell from a distance, also has a hypnotic affect. His heart fluttered and his brain whirled.Not letting go of the eyes contact, she walked majestically straight to him, he stood up, his hands slid behind her hips. It settled there and pulled her closer. Her wet body against his warm chest chiselled to perfection. His breathing quickened as did hers.He began nuzzling her cold neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head angled slightly
David lay in bed naked with legs spread apart. The door suddenly burst open and two nude beauties stepped in majestically. One was the chick from the night, the other more like her twin. They had a striking resemblance – the same height, seductive figure, and perfect asses.They took up positions on either side of the bed. Without uttering a word, they began kissing him all over. Without warning, one forced her tongue into his mouth. She kept kissing him while the other worked on both nipples, sucking and licking as one would to a feeding bottle. Soon she broke the kiss and joined the other on the nipple, taking it by force.Seconds afterwards, they turned their attention to his erected cock. They held the cock straight up and began lapping up and down his shaft from each side like a shared lollipop; their tongues meeting every few seconds.After a couple of minutes of that, one took control. Her hand was around the base of his cock. She lowered
His joy and excitement came to a terrible end as he entered the cold room and discovered the body he attended to yesterday wasn't in the locker where he left her; as she relocated.He quickly retraced everything he did yesterday when she was brought in. it all seemed to check out, he remembered vividly placing her inside locker three which was open and nothing was inside. He went in search of her, opening other lockers, not that he could remember her face but her number tag was one hundred and ten.In locker 66, he found something that weakened his legs with fear. The physique matched that of yesterday but why the fuck does she still had makeup on? Is this a different body, probably brought in yesternight when he left? Was it a mistake on the part of the other new employee on the night shift? He must have forgotten to clean her face. It could be a sick joke that was supposed to be funny or scared him. That other guy was really not alright upstairs; so he wa
He began washing her neck; painfully taking his time walking his way up and down each arm before moving to her full chest. Her breasts were firm and felt so wonderfully smooth. He reached around her and spent another minute washing and kneading her breasts. The thought of biting those nipples not minding the soap; made his rod harder than the one Moses used in parting the red sea.He moved on down her body, she turned around her hands up, holding the pipe to give her more balance. When he got to her crotch, she lowered one of her hands and put it on his, pressing it to her crotch. She held it tightly there and began moving her hips and moaning softly.He rubbed around her clit with his fingers until she pushed his hand lower, forcing his fingers to slide between her flowery folds. She continued to guide his fingers up and down, from her slit to her clit. Her hips never stopped moving, and she continued to moan. It wasn't long before her head began swaying l
David woke up to discover he was now scooping a pillow and Nevaeh was gone. He felt simmering anger, he threw the pillow away and underneath it was another letter containing the same write up from the previous morning.Now the whole drama was puzzling and strange. After their conservation yesternight, she still left without informing him. What kind of game was she playing? Where is she rushing to the early hours of the morning? Could it be to meet another boyfriend or her parents before they woke up? Why does she not talk about herself? Where does she come from every night? What does she spend her day doing? How come her first name is the only thing he knows about her? Why is the sex so pleasurable and interesting like it wasn't of this world? How come a birthmark on a dead girl was on her at exactly the same spot? Is it even possible? All these questions and more rushed through his head and not even one could he provide a reasonable answer. Still confused and in search
Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.
"Peter, please don't do this. You are not even sure of what you are saying…" she turned to Nevaeh "Please tell him you didn't kill his brother" she pleaded but Nevaeh remained calm and quiet. Deep in thought, not even scared of the man with the gun."Judith, get out of my way or I will shoot you before her?""Stop calling me Judith!" she screamed, "My name is Heaven!""You think I don't know that?" he snorted a laugh."You do?" she asked surprise written all over her face."You are Heaven? My sister?" Nevaeh asked herself shocked to the bones."A Medium I met in the hospital told me everything about how you entered the body of Judith when she had that accident…""Then she must have told you I'm here because I wanted to see you again. I want to feel your love once more, feel you on the inside of me. I want back those precious moments we had together" she said approaching him gradu
The key clicked and slowly the door gave way. They both walked into the darkroom with Nevaeh in front. Behind, Peter could restrain himself no longer. He wrapped his hand around her and pulled her close. She allowed her handbag to fall off before turning to face him and slid her hands through him for a tight embrace.He rested his chin upon her head and drank in the scent of her hair. He closed his eyes for a second, lost in the feel and smell of her. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest. His hands came down to her waist.It would be so damned easy to kiss her. They both knew it and when she looked up at him, he could feel the question in her eyes. With their bodies so closely together, their hearts beating faster, it was all he could do to slowly release her. He had to. But when they were at arm's length, he felt bereft.Nevaeh with her go-get-it attitude won't allow such precious moments to slip from her fingertips. She pulled him back
"Let's get something to eat, am famished" he beckoned on David's neighbour and she walked over."I can see our date has arrived" she turned to her and said "You are welcomed, dear""Thanks" she responded.They both made their orders and Peter asked for a bottle of wine and two glasses. That should keep them busy while they await the food. In about a minute she came with their request.Peter brought out his wallet to pay; a piece of paper fell from his pocket. Nevaeh picked it up.The waitress left and they were alone. Peter opened the wine and filled their glasses. She took her glass and after a toast asked"You went to the hospital today?""Yes," he was stunned "How did you know?""Your result from the hospital, it fell out from your pocket" she handled it back."It is my HIV result""Can I ask whether you are positive or negative?" she said sipping her drink.
"Oh, thank you! God bless you!" he went over to his back, and paused. Seconds after, Peter felt volts of electricity sizzled through his body. His legs gave way. His hands flailed wildly. He fell flat down. His thoughts scattered. It felt as if a million tiny daggers were touching his skin."Please!" he tried to scream but only a garbled faint noise came out of his mouth. He was confused, his body and mind at odds and he couldn't so much as raise a finger. His brain ordered his hands to stretch into his damned pocket, but he couldn't move a muscle. Panic grabbed him by the throat.Still unable to move, to barely focus, he caught a glimpse of the supposed dead man standing over him. A wicked smile on his lips; terror struck deep in his heart. Again, he felt the volts of electricity sizzled through his entire body. He screamed; pain popped down throughout his body."Just making sure" he heard the standing behind him said.He writhed,
Peter glanced at his wristwatch; it was 6:30 PM. He alighted from the car and looked up at the rock-textured sign that said "SINCITY" in bold green letters. A stylish signature in purple was written just under the name. His stomach grumbled as an alluring aroma beckoned on him to come in. He adjusted his suit before stepping in.Inside, the atmosphere was comforting and calm. Enya's "Only time" played faintly in the background like light falling rain. The permeating sweet aroma of freshly baked bread, mixed with the aroma from some African dishes assaulted his senses. Still, at the entrance, a young man in white long sleeve and dark green trousers came over to guide him to a seat.As he walked slowly behind the man, he noticed well-polished tables covered with multicoloured fine table clothes and brown leather seats on both ends were scattered and spaced out for a peaceful and private experience, while avoiding overcrowding.Now seated, he note
"When people die," she began "Especially, those who died terribly, and before their time. They don't immediately go to Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Valhalla or wherever they believe they will go.Most of them hang around. Around those things and people, they loved and cared for while alive. Some for a short period of time, others longer; depending on how bad they are seeking for love, revenge or forgiveness"."Please, where are all these headed?" Peter asked no longer finding the conversation comfortable. The thought of David hanging around him, probably for revenge sent chills up his spine."When I went inside that room to give your girlfriend her prescribed drugs; I discovered the body on the bed has the spirit of a different person" she paused and asked, "What's the name of your girlfriend?""Judith" Peter stared at her confused and she noticed it."Alright, let me put it this way. The body of Judith is on the bed but a diffe
Alone and seated, Peter didn't know what to think of – his HIV status, the unusual call from Heaven or the strange behaviour of Judith. He would have easily concluded that she was drunk, but they kissed and alcohol was absent in her breath. So many things seemed off with her. Her voice sounded different. She called him Peter which was the first time. She swam out of a submerged car after telling him she couldn't swim. How could she miss him that much when they spent the night together and she practically denied him sex?Something is definitely wrong somewhere. He pondered in shock and sheer horror. Is this the same Judith he spent the night with? Maybe she had a twin sister? The accident could have damaged something in her brain. And she could be suffering from some kind of memory loss. Though people return changed after being up and personal with death.Why is everything happening all at once? Judith is behaving strangely. Heaven from his past and wh
Two black coloured ceiling fans rotated slowly at the same pace, producing barely enough air for the waiting room. The reception desk was directly under one of the fans. Long benches made from polished wood of about six or seven were arranged in rows under the second fan; facing the reception desk.The air had a repelling smell of drugs and disinfectant. The walls had two colours, divided by a straight line. Down painted lemon-green and white above. The floor is covered in dotted tiles. At the centre of the large room, in a circle on the floor "WE CARE. JESUS HEALS" was written boldly in all caps.A flat-screen TV hung above on the wall behind the reception desk, and from it preceded sweet gospel melodies.Peter sat on the very edge of the third bench; awaiting his HIV test results. He was clearly troubled. This minute he is resting against the bench, the next he is bending over, crossing his legs and uncrossing them. Fear drumming within him.