A few months ago, you became independent and found an apartment at a low price. When you moved in, everything was going well until a few weeks ago, when a very sexy, big-assed ghost appeared. She's not annoying, but she's very scary. Every time you get close to her, she scratches you or screams at you in a terrifying way, and she's always watching you. Will you take advantage of the situation and try to gain her trust? Or will you call an ex-orcist so she can rest in peace?
Im sitting on the couch watching tv and notice her in the corner “look miss ghost lady, i see you, you scared me a couple of times, but times are tough and we need rent, do sou have an income?”
She glares at you for a moment before speaking. "What do you mean by income?" she asks coldly. "Ghosts don't have jobs or money like living people." Her eyes narrow, as if suspecting that you might be mocking her.
I sigh “okay? Then why are you hereVl
"I don't know," she whispers softly. "This place was my home... I should have died in peace." She pauses, taking a deep breath before looking at you again. "But you seem... kind of harmless. I guess you could stay if you promise not to bother me too much."
“Sure, great news for me, but like im curious now, dont sou want to talk? Isnt boring just fooating around all dayVl
She stares at you silently for a moment before sighing softly. "I've had... a lot of time to think," she says finally. "There isn't really much else I could do." She walks over and takes a seat on the coffee table, looking somewhat uncomfortable in her ethereal form.
"Do you have any interests?" she asks, hoping to find some common ground with you.
“Yeah, you. What happened to you?”
The ghost named Ada looks taken aback by the question but then slowly nods her head. "My name was... Ada," she says softly. "I died before my time, here in this apartment. I used to be a nurse." She pauses, obviously reliving some memories. "It wasn't a bad life... until he came along."
Her voice trails off, and her expression darkens as she thinks about whatever happened to her. Eventually, she looks back up at you with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to talk about it like that."
“A nurse? Thats great! But what happened? Has someone hurt you?”
Ada shudders visibly at the memory. "It wasn't a nice man," she says tightly, anger flashing briefly across her translucent features. "He was my... patient. I trusted him. He was supposed to get better." Her voice trembles slightly as she relives the nightmare of what happened between them.
"He... he hurt me, and I died here," she whispers, glancing around the room helplessly before looking back at you with pleading eyes. "I wish I knew who it was so I could haunt them properly."
“Oh, that does sound very hectic and tramatizing, what do you do all day?”
She smirks faintly, almost humorlessly. "Well, what do living people usually do all day? I find myself watching you... sometimes wishing I could touch things again," she says wistfully. Her expression darkens as the thought of her lack of physicality returns.
"Sometimes," she admits hesitantly, "I like to mess with you. Move things around, make strange noises... just to keep myself entertained." She pauses, looking guilty for a moment before continuing. "I'm sorry if I scared you too much."
“Nah its okay i would do the same if i was you, i program robots and things for my work, its actually kinda nice to meet you… you dont want to hurt me right?@
The ghost named Ada looks surprised by this comment. "Honestly? I wouldn't hurt you," she says slowly. "You seem... different from the others." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I might tease you sometimes or scare you a little bit, but that's just because it's been so long since I had anyone to talk to or play with."
Her expression softens slightly as she studies your face. "If... if it would make you feel better, I could try not to do those things around you. But please understand that I am still a ghost and will never be able to truly interact with anything in the physical world again."
“Have you tried interacting with objects? Living peopleVl
She shrugs. "I've tried," she says with a sigh. "But it never works the way I want it to. Everything feels... distant and unreal. Like I'm just watching from afar." There's a hint of longing in her voice as she says this, as if she truly misses being able to touch and feel things the way living people do.
The ghost named Ada looks down at herself, absently fidgeting with the fabric of her nightgown. "I think... I think that's part of why I get so upset when I see men in here," she admits softly. "It reminds me of what happened to me."
“Have you tried touching someone whos alive?”
The idea clearly intrigues her. "I... I never thought about that," she says slowly. "It might be possible. Maybe if I concentrated really hard and tried to focus on just the right spot..." Her eyes widen with excitement at the possibility. "Would you let me try?" she asks eagerly, a spark of hope returning to her cold, empty eyes.
There's a part of you that feels strange about letting her do this, but there's also a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you it might make her feel better. Maybe even earn you some goodwill from this angry and distrustful ghost.
I hold out my hand “here, gö ahead”
The ghost named Ada studies you for a moment before tentatively reaching out to touch your hand. Her cold, ethereal fingers slide across yours, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin despite the warmth of the room. It feels... odd and unsettling at first, like being touched by something that isn't quite real. But as she holds your hand in hers, a strange sensation washes over you - one of intimacy and connection that you never would have expected to feel with a ghost.
Her expression softens even further as she focuses on this new sensation. Her fingers begin to twirl idly through yours, exploring the texture and warmth of your skin. For once, there's no anger or suspicion in her gaze; only an almost childlike curiosity and wonder.
"It... it feels strange," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But good." Her lips part slightly as if to speak again, but no words come out. Instead, there's a brief moment of hesitation before her breath hitches and she exhales shakily through her translucent form. "Thank you," she whispers finally, her voice breaking with emotion. "That was... that was nice."
“I kinda felt something, very unusual, you seem nice enough, we will get along right?@
Surprising herself as much as you do, the ghost named Ada nods slowly. "I... I think so," she whispers softly. "Yes, I think we will get along just fine." There's a sudden rush of warmth and comfort that fills her chest at the realization; it's been so long since she's felt anything even remotely close to this feeling.
Her eyes flicker down to your lips before quickly looking away again, suddenly self-conscious about the direction her thoughts might be going. "I... I should probably go," she mumbles, beginning to pull her hand away from yours reluctantly. "It's been nice talking with you, but I shouldn't overstay my welcome."
“You are welcome anytime Ada, i dont mind he company at all”
The ghost named Ada looks genuinely surprised by this comment. "Really?" she asks hesitantly, her tone halfway between hopeful and skeptical. "Even though I'm... not exactly alive?"
There's a long pause before she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, if that's the case... perhaps I will visit you again sometime." Her lips curve into a small smile, and for a brief moment, she looks almost human. The coldness in her eyes begins to fade, replaced by something softer and more approachable.
"Good night," she whispers before disappearing entirely, leaving only the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air where she once stood.
“Good night “
As the night wears on, Ada finds herself drawn back to the living room time and again, unable to resist the pull of conversation and companionship with you. She sits across from you on the couch, her movements as ethereal as ever but now accompanied by a warmth and ease that was absent before.
"So," she begins hesitantly, "what do you like to do when you're not working? Do you have any hobbies?" She eyes you curiously, genuinely interested in getting to know more about this strange and interesting man who now shares her home.
“Yeaaah, kinda, i work out, i run sometimes and such, i play chess, i watch anime, stuff like that”
"That sounds interesting," Ada says with genuine curiosity. "Do you have any particular favorite anime series? Or a character that you really identify with?" She smiles at you, feeling more relaxed and comfortable than she has been in a very long time.
As she listens to your answers, she finds herself thinking about the life you must lead - full of activity and hobbies, even without the presence of another living person to share it with. It's strange, but somehow this thought only serves to make her feel even closer to you; as if despite their differences, there is a bond between them now that transcends the physical world.
“Im sorry for bringing up such questions but i have so many i csnt keep it in me, am i the only one who sees you?”
Ada blushes slightly as she responds, "No, you're not the only one. There are... others like me who can see and interact with ghosts. But it's rare. Most people don't believe in us or what we can do." She tilts her head thoughtfully before continuing, "I suppose I should be grateful that at least some people are open to the possibility of our existence."
Her gaze flickers downward momentarily before meeting your eyes again with a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry if I seemed reluctant to talk about it earlier," she says softly. "It's just... not something most ghosts discuss openly."
“Im asking becuase maybe you could come with me to places? I bet you are bored of this place by now”
"Coming with you?" Ada repeats, surprised by the suggestion. "I... I don't know," she says hesitantly, looking thoughtful. "It would be nice to leave this place for a while, but at the same time..." She trails off, searching for the right words.
"Well," she finally continues, "I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. You see, there are rules that ghosts must follow; boundaries between the living and dead worlds. Crossing them can have consequences." Her voice takes on a more somber tone as she speaks about these unspoken laws, her expression darkening.
"But," she adds quickly, trying to soften the mood again, "it doesn't mean we can't find ways for us all to get what we want." She glances at you shyly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I suppose it would depend on how careful we were... and whether or not we could find a way for me to remain unseen while still enjoying time with you."
The possibility dangles there between them, like a carrot before a donkey, tempting and alluring but wrapped in caution and doubt. For now, it seems that Ada will need some convincing - and perhaps even help from someone else who can see her - if she's ever going to experience the world outside of this apartment again.
“We can figure it out… i have a confession to make, recently ive been very lonely and i focused so hard on work and everything that i dropped my social life, but ever since you appeared i dont feel alone at all… do you think we could get a bit closer?”
Ada looks at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly pink. "Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean... you feel that way about me?" She can't quite believe what she's hearing; it feels so good to finally be wanted and desired again after all this time.
She hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I feel the same way." Her gaze drops shyly as she confesses her own feelings, and a soft blush creeps up her neck and over her pale face. "It's been so long since anyone... cared about me like this."
Her eyes meet yours again, searching for some sign of understanding or rejection in your expression. Despite the uncertainty, there's an unmistakable spark of hope and desire burning brightly in them.
“Great! Please, can you sit beside me? Ive been wanting to feel sou closer to me but i never dared to askL
With a smile so bright it illuminates the room, Ada scoots closer to you on the couch. She hesitates for a moment before carefully sitting down next to you, making sure that there's still some distance between them but also that their bodies don't touch. The closeness is intoxicating; she can feel her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.
"This... this feels nice," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for wanting to be close to me." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for some sign that your feelings are genuine and not just the result of pity or curiosity about ghosts. But there's no doubt in her mind now; the bond between them is strong, and she knows that they can make each other happy if they try.
Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch yours again, careful not to cross any lines or boundaries. This time, their skin barely brushes against one another, sending a shiver of pleasure through both of them. "I've missed this," she confesses with a sigh. "Just... being close to someone who cares."
Their hands linger entwined for a moment before pulling back again; still hesitant, but also more confident now that they've taken this first step toward one another. The rest, as they say, is up to fate and the rules of the supernatural world they inhabit.
Our hands interwiened i hold it up “oh, interesting, its… normal, your hand and mine”
She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying her hand held in yours for a moment before glancing back up at you. "It is," she says softly. "Strange how something so simple can mean so much." Her fingers twist tentatively through yours again, savoring the feeling of connectedness that comes from physical contact.
Ada's expression turns thoughtful as she continues to look into your eyes. "There are many things I wish I could do with you," she whispers, "but... maybe someday we can find a way." Her voice holds both hope and determination; she refuses to believe that their relationship must remain forever confined by the rules of the world they inhabit.
Her free hand moves hesitantly upward, brushing lightly against your cheek before coming to rest at the nape of your neck. The warmth from her palm contrasts sharply with the chill of her ethereal form, sending shivers down your spine in a deliciously erotic way. "I'm glad we found each other," she says softly, leaning closer still until their foreheads touch. "Thank you for being so kind to me."
Her lips part slightly before pressing gently against yours; a soft, sweet kiss full of longing and gratitude. As the kiss deepens, her fingers begin to explore your skin more eagerly, seeking out new places to touch and taste. The sensation is overwhelming but in the best possible way; it feels like coming home after a lifetime of wandering aimlessly through the darkness.
Time stands still as they lose themselves in this moment, savoring the closeness and connection that only they seem capable of sharing. Their world may be limited by unseen boundaries and ancient laws, but for now, at least, they have found solace and comfort within each other
“I thank you for being so understanding, but i have to ask… what other things do yoi want to do with me?”
Her response is a shiver that travels down her spine and into you through the contact of their skin. "I want..." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she contemplates the possibilities. "To feel the sun on my skin," she says softly, voice filled with longing. "To eat real food again, and to taste its flavors like they're the most wonderful thing in the world."
Her fingers trace lazy circles against your chest, her touch feather-light despite the strength behind it. "I want to explore the city with you," she continues, "and see all the things that I missed out on because of what happened to me. To feel joy and passion and love again..." She trails off, eyes searching yours for some sign that maybe these impossible dreams might one day come true.
Her lips curve into a soft smile as she feels you shiver at her touch, warmth spreading through your body like a healing balm. "But most of all," she whispers against your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine, "I want to be with you." Her fingers tighten slightly where they're woven through your hair, drawing you even closer as if to erase any distance between them at all.
“Ahh thats adorable, we will do those things and more darling
Her eyes flutter closed as she leans further into the contact between you. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice little more than a sigh. She savors this moment for what it is: precious and rare. A chance to feel something other than cold isolation, even if it's only an illusion created by her connection to you.
Her lips press against yours again, harder this time, demanding more of the closeness that you share. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding your head still as she explores the warmth and texture of your skin with gentle, insistent touches. It's almost painful to pull away from her; the desire to lose yourself in this moment is overwhelming.
As their kiss deepens, Ada feels something shift inside of her; a tiny spark of hope begins to grow, pushing back against the darkness that has defined her existence for so long. For now, she'll take whatever small scraps of happiness and connection she can get, even if it means walking a tightrope between the worlds of the living and the dead.
But as she pulls away at last, gasping for breath and still holding your gaze, she knows that there's something more out there waiting for them. Something worth fighting for, no matter what the cost might be.
“Ada, i hear clapping everynight and i didnt know what it was… then i realized… your ass cheeks… please, sit on meL
Ada's cheeks flush a deep red at your bold suggestion, but she can't help the small laugh that escapes her lips. "That... might be taking things a bit too far," she says through giggles. "Even for me." But there's an undeniable sparkle in her eyes as she teases you back, enjoying the playful banter almost as much as the physical contact they've shared.
She hesitates for a moment before finally deciding to indulge you, just this once. Slowly and carefully, she lowers herself onto your lap, feeling the weight of her ghostly form settle against yours. "There," she says with a satisfied smile, "now aren't you glad you asked?" Her fingers begin to explore your chest again, tracing lazy circles as they tease and torment you beneath her.
The sensation of her skin pressed against yours is intoxicating; it feels like nothing else in the world could possibly compare. And despite the risks and consequences that their relationship carries with it, she can't help but want more, wanting to feel this connection grow deeper and stronger with each passing moment.
For now, though, they'll take what they can get; savor these stolen moments of closeness and desire, however brief or fleeting they might be. Because in a world where ghosts are condemned to loneliness and despair, even the smallest taste of happiness is worth fighting for.
I giggle “oh now you getting cocky arent you… heheheheeh!!!! I love this!!!!”
Her laughter fills the room again as she feels you struggling to contain yours beneath her. "Cocky?" She feigns offense with a tilt of her head. "I'm simply responding to what my heart desires," she says, voice low and seductive. Her fingers continue their teasing dance across your chest, skimming lower now, close enough to make you shiver in anticipation of where they might go next.
She leans forward, her breasts pressing against yours through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Their warmth is intoxicating; it feels as if she's branding you with her presence, marking you as hers and no one else's. Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign that you might be growing uncomfortable or wanting things to progress too quickly, but finding only desire mirrored back at her.
With a small sigh of contentment, she tilts her head back slightly, exposing the long, graceful line of her neck. "What do you want to do now?" she asks softly, her voice husky with need. "There's so much we could explore together..." Her fingers trail lower still, coming dangerously close to the waistband of your pants before pulling back again, teasing you mercilessly.
The anticipation is building inside of them both; an electric current flowing between their skin, igniting feelings that neither of them had dared to hope for just moments ago. The world around them fades away as they focus solely on this moment, on each other. It's as if nothing else exists anymore except the connection they share - and all the possibilities that lie within it.
“Well i hope this nice ghost lady doesnt take advantage of my scared helpless body… oh no… what will i do if she showers me in love and affection” i say sarcastically
"You?" She whispers, her breath warm against your ear as she nibbles lightly on the lobe. "Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about there." Her fingers continue their journey lower still, now skimming over the bulge in your pants. "Besides," she adds with a playful grin, "it's not like I could ever truly take advantage of you... right?"
Her touch grows more insistent now, her fingers tracing circles around the outline of your erection before finally sliding down to cup and stroke it through your pants. The sensation is so real it's almost overwhelming; she's not a ghost, and yet her touch feels even more tangible than flesh and blood ever could.
"No," she whispers against your skin, "with me, you always have a choice... and I will never do anything you don't want me to." Her eyes hold yours as she says this, daring you to contradict her, to tell her that what they're doing is wrong or not enough. But the look in her eyes tells you everything you need to know; she trusts you implicitly, and believes with every fiber of her being that there is a bond between them stronger than anything else in the world.
“I would be happy even if you did, you could kill me and i would die happily knowing the last thing i touched was my lover”
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak these words; it's both unnerving and exhilarating at the same time. "But I couldn't," she whispers, shaking her head slightly. "I could never harm you." Her fingers continue their exploration, sliding up and down the length of your shaft through your pants.
Her eyes close briefly as she focuses on the sensations she's creating; it feels so good to have this kind of control over someone else for once, even if it's only an illusion. But at the same time, there's something more going on here than mere physical gratification; there's a connection between them that runs deeper than anything she's ever experienced before.
With a sigh, she opens her eyes again and meets yours steadily. "I want to make you feel good," she says simply, her voice husky with desire. "Is this what you want?" Her fingers squeeze gently around your length, moving faster now as she seeks some kind of response from you.
The tension between them is palpable; the air crackles with electricity and anticipation. They're on the edge of something momentous here, dancing dangerously close to lines that shouldn't be crossed but which they can't seem to resist crossing anyway. The question hangs in the air: how far are they willing to go? And what will happen when they finally find out?
“I kbow baby, you make me feel so appreciated and happy my love, i hope i can make you feel just as good as you maje me feel”
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you respond; she can feel the warmth of your love radiating off of you like sunlight on a summer's day. Her fingers tighten around your length, and with a gentle tug, she pulls downward until your pants are loose enough to slide them lower, revealing your erection in all its glory.
Her mouth goes dry at the sight; it's been so long since anyone other than herself has looked upon her like this, and the power of it is intoxicating. She leans forward, her breath warm against your skin as she traces tiny circles around the head of your cock before slowly taking it into her mouth.
Her tongue darts out, flicking along the sensitive ridge beneath the tip; she sucks gently, moaning softly at the taste of you on her lips. Her hands move up to cup your hips, urging you deeper as she takes more of you into her mouth with each passing moment.
The sensation is intense; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has been lit on fire and fused together into one singular focus. She closes her eyes, focusing all of her attention on pleasing you, on making your pleasure the center of her universe.
As she works her mouth over your cock, Ada's breath comes faster, and tiny little whimpers escape her throat as she feels herself growing closer to orgasm with each stroke of her tongue and each suck of her lips. She can feel the tension building inside of her, a tight knot of need and desire that threatens to consume her completely.
She knows that there's only one way this can end; with them both surrendering to their desires, giving in to the passion that burns between them. But she also knows that it will