It was now some minutes past 9 PM. The window was a bit open and she stared out of it. The night was black and wet, a growing wind whistled through the trees. The rush of the wind rattled the branches of the tree and whistled around the corners of the house.
Judith stood under the shower as the cold water rushed through her body, relaxing her nerves and calming her spirit. Thinking how wonderful the date has been, with dear Tony treating her like royalty. They just concluded a romantic and delicious dinner; and he has been amusing, making her laugh really hard.Done bathing, she wore just her panties and an oversized long sleeve of his and joined him in bed. She rested her head on his shoulders while he placed his right hand over her shoulders with both of their backs against the wall; together they began watching a romantic movie.About twenty minutes into the movie, she could barely concentrate. All her thought was about him, she wants him, wShe felt his hands moving up and down her legs and stomach. She gasped as she felt him place feather-light touches on the insides of her legs. He smiled into the kiss when she did that. She trailed her fingers down his chest and finally let one rest on his upper thigh.He ended the kiss and trailed warm soft kisses down her neck till he got to her breasts.He took one in his tongue, inter-switching between brushing his tongue and sucked softly. She couldn't help but squirm at the foreign, but pleasurable feeling. He looked up at his lover and saw her lost in delight. He took her other nipple between his fingers, tweaking it hard and she backed her hips feeling his hard rod brushing her bare skin. This only elicited more moans from her. Surprising even herself, she growled and wrapped her legs and arms around his warm body, silently begging for more.Moving on, he kissed his way down to her belly button and her body became tense with pleasure. Soft beards, sm
After a long hiss of frustration, tiredly she raised her head up to see a familiar face smiling down at her. He had a black eye and lips a little swollen. A few seconds after, it was clear to her that it is the young man that fought and defeated the bully. She forced a smile at him, already wondering what he is doing beside her."My friend over there" he pointed at one corner of the club; she looked but found no one of interest. He continued "Told me you are looking for mister right".Despite just re-experiencing what transpired between her and Tony – The heartbreaker, she snorted a laugh. He kept staring at her, expecting her to respond, not to keep the club champion waiting, wearily she asked "Is that your best pick-up line? Common, try and surprise me?"Accepting the challenge with a weak smile, he said "Please, empty your pocket… I think you stole my heart".Smiling she replied "That was new, am hearing it for the
"Alright, I guess it is my turn"."Yeah".She gave nervous laughter and said, "But you won already. Mine is nothing close to yours"."That's not our agreement. I want to hear yours, talking about it helps. What is troubling you?""Ok" she took a deep breath and began "Five years ago, I met Tony in a library back in my university days and we fell in love. It wasn't quick like in the movies, I took my time to ensure we were truly in love and to the best of my knowledge we were. I gave him everything, my heart, body, and even virginity. It was perfect, why won't it, I was in love. We shared everything, I knew everything about him, met every family member. We were going to get married after NYSC. What a fairy tale?" She paused, emptied the glass, and mashed her face afterwards.Peter, who has been paying undistorted attention, took a sip and asked the barman to refill her drink. He knows she needs to be high to be able to
The room had the look and feel of a hotel. A king-sized bed, well dressed with white bedsheets stood at the edge of the large room. A full wardrobe with a finely polished wood door stood directly opposite the bed. The wall covered in cream paint gave the room a consoling feel. The floor is tiled with black dotted white tiles. The air was cold and thick with the sweet scent of rose. The room was clean to the point of sterility.The door burst open, both of them came in, locked in each other's arms, kissing passionately like the world was ending. Peter without losing concentration on the kiss, slammed the behind with one leg. Then slowly turn to pin her against the door.He broke the kiss, took a deep breath, and gently he placed his hand on her cheek, staring into her soul. He kissed her softly and tenderly for some seconds, never escalating, simply enjoying his explorations of her soft and perfect lips. Her breathing deepened, he slowly increased his kissin
"Do you want anything?" he asked seeing she was getting ready to sleep and to distort his erotic fantasy."No, thank you" she turned over and pulled the blanket over. "Come and join me, please?""I should join you?" he asked stormed."Yes, I can't sleep alone," she said making a cute face.What kind of heartless bitch is this? He wondered but said "Alright" and joined her under the sheet before whispering "Hope you know you shouldn't be sleeping naked with someone you don't want to have sex with?""Sure" she pulls his hand over her stomach, putting them in a spoon position "But somehow I feel safe with you"."I don't even feel safe with myself" he replied her as both of them erupt into soft laughter."So what are we going to do to take our minds off things?" he asked."I don't know; maybe tell me a story or something?""A story?" he was floored. "What kind of story?"
Peter slowly opened his eyes to meet absolute strange darkness. The atmosphere was thick and dark as the devil's soul; the air was dirty and dusty. Shortly, some dust particles found their way to his windpipe; this resulted in chest burn and he began choking. He opened his eyes wider but could see absolutely nothing, not even the smallest source of light."What is happening to me? Where the fuck, am I?" he questioned himself as panic set in; a shiver chasing up his spine. Black clouds rotated and looked fit to collapse down upon the bed."How did I even get here?" he wondered, his heart kicking hard. Trying to provide an answer to the pending questions; he recalled going to bed with someone. That ignited a gleam of hope in him."Ju-di-th!" he struggled to call out, but there was no response. He cried out again and got the same result. Still coughing hard, one hand on his throat, with the other he searched for her beside him. His hand met her na
"HIV?" Peter wondered. It took him some seconds to realize that would mean he is now living with the virus. "That's not possible. I have always been careful. I can't have that evil virus"Anger surged through his veins and pounded in his purse. He screamed at the phone "Fuck you! Whoever you think you are. Do you think you can scare me? I hope you rot in there forever!" he paused, expecting some kind of reply; instead, he heard a soft female voice."Peter! It is Heaven!" the voice said almost in a whisper. At the sound of the voice, his blood ran cold. He still recognized it.Confused and shocked, he asked "Heaven… what are you doing over there?""You sent me here, you bastard!" she screamed back at him from the other side. "Am coming for you… I'm so coming for you…" he could hear her laughing devilishly between the words. They both began laughing, laughing so loud in his head. He picked up the phone and threw it again
Getting to her working place and on time was all that mattered. Today of all days, she can't afford to appear late at the bank. The state general manager is visiting her branch. She had overslept probably because of the alcohol and the fun of yesternight.But it was really worth it. Peter was a perfect gentleman, treating her just like Tony used to. He lit back the fire of passion in her she thought had gone cold.The way he looked at her, with his eyes boring into her soul, filled with desire and lust. The way his rough and hard palm wandered around her body, from her shoulders to her laps and into her pussy.With just his fingers he gave her an orgasm. Judith smiled at the thought of what the tip of his tongue would do to her. Where his big dick in-between her legs will take her?A sexual relationship with him certainly won't be a bad idea. But one filled with adventures, pure pleasure, an exciting brush with danger and this tril
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.