An otherworldly licker

The room was dark, and I was sleeping soundly under the warm embrace of my blanket. Suddenly, I felt a sensation between my legs, a soft and gentle licking that made me shudder with pleasure. I relaxed, sinking deeper into the mattress, my mind too sleepy to wonder about the source of this unexpected pleasure.

But then I remembered. I live alone. I sat up abruptly, throwing off the blanket and gasping. My heart raced as I looked around the room, but no one was there. I thought I must have been dreaming, trying to calm myself down. I lay down again, pulling the blanket up to my chin, my heart still pounding.

The next night, it happened again. I felt the same soft, gentle licking between my legs. I lay there frozen with horror, my mind churning with questions. Who was doing this? How had he penetrated? And, most importantly, why was he licking me between my legs? I sat up, dropping the blanket again. I saw a shadow and a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. I rubbed my eyes, but when I looked again, it was gone. I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty house. Was it a ghost?

On the third night, I was ready. I lay there, my body tense and alert, my ears straining to hear any sound. And then I felt it again. A soft, gentle licking between my legs. I lay there, wide-eyed and terrified, unable to move. He licked me for three hours, his tongue moving in slow, measured circles that sent waves of pleasure running through my body.

I didn't move, didn't make a sound, afraid that any sudden movement would cause him to attack me. Finally, he stopped. I lifted the blanket, my heart pounding with anticipation. But there was no one there. I sighed, sinking back into the pillows. Or, instead, I passed out from terror.

On the fourth night, I decided to give up. I lay there, my body relaxed and supple, my mind open to whatever was about to happen. I felt a soft, gentle lick between my legs, and I moaned with pleasure. I leaned down, grabbed a strand of hair, and pulled Ghost closer. I wrapped my legs around his neck, my body moving with his head as he licked and sucked my clit and teased me with his tongue.

I moaned louder, my voice booming across the room. "Yes," I whispered, my voice horny with desire. "Right here. Don't stop." I cum hard, my body shuddering with pleasure. I lay there, breathing heavily and exhausted, my body tingling with delight.

I lifted the blanket, my heart pounding with excitement and fear. But there was no one there. I sighed, sinking back into the pillows. I smiled, my body still humming with pleasure. It didn't matter if it was a ghost, a dream, or a weird hallucination. It felt good, and that was all that mattered. But... I screamed again from the experience. This was something you just need to get used to.

The fifth night came, and I lay there in my bed, the events of the past few nights weighing heavily on my mind. I felt the familiar sensation of warm breath and a soft, wet tongue on my most intimate place. I tensed, my heart pounding in my chest, but I didn't pull away this time. Instead, I allowed myself to relax, to give in to the pleasure I knew was to come.

"Who are you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. I heard no answer, but my tongue continued its relentless attack, exploring and teasing me in all the right ways. I moaned, my hips bouncing with an invisible force. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice growing louder and more desperate. I reached down, my fingers tangled in the soft hair of the ghostly guest between my legs. I pulled him closer, encouraging him to tongue-fuck me, my body trembling with anticipation.

"Yes, that's right!" I screamed, my breathing becoming ragged. I could feel myself approaching orgasm, my muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the movements of my tongue. "I'm going to cum," I exhaled, my voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" And then, with one last tongue movement, I cum, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. The ghostly visitor continued to lick and tease me, drawing my pleasure juice into his mouth until I begged him to stop.

"Who are you?" I asked again, my voice shaking with emotion. But there was no answer; the ghostly visitor disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. I lay there, exhausted and satisfied, a slight smile playing at the corners of my lips. I knew I should be scared that I should run away from this supernatural being that had invaded my home. But I couldn't help what I felt as my body reacted to his touch. "Thank you," I whispered into the darkness, my voice full of gratitude. "I can't wait for you to come back again."

Even though I said those words, I screamed so loudly that I blew my voice out. No, I'm still scared, though.