Hounded Pleasures

When he was done, the puffy drape began to fall down gradually as he vanished.

I cried out aloud once I knew he was finally gone. Annabelle woke up and seized me in her arms though she was drunk in sleep.

“It’s okay now baby.” She held me in her arms as she rubbed my shoulders warmly. “You’re wet.” She muttered. I was only shaking my head trying to deny the fact that I had been making love to a ghost in the past four months.