OKAY GO TIME!

It is done, the page is now NSFW and I can post all my mental detritus for you to see, lucky-you! Unless you're on the lower tier! In which case you're gonna be really disappointed!

I have been convinced to not provide all the stuff I have for a $1; this was very hard for me as I still do not value myself or what I do and it's very hard to say "I THINK THE CONTENTS OF MY BRAIN SHOULD HAVE AN ENTRY FEE", but I must as we live in a world which requirers you have money to live in it. $5 seems okay, If you're giving me less I still love you and appreciate you so much but I am going to restrict my extra content from here on out to the $5 tier and above. I hope you don't hate me for this, I'm sorry

As a parting gift, here is a NSFW erotica I wrote a while ago. I did two parts and then stopped writing it as I got distracted but I think it was pretty good! If you want more of this stuff, I'm going to be posting a lot more of what I have over the next few whatevers so consider upgrading!! You support means the world to me, I love you!

CONTENT WARNING: YANDERE GHOST, SEX  

Ghost girl, part 1

I have a pretty uninteresting existence. I float around the modest house where I am restricted, I ponder the reason I’m stuck here, sometimes I muster the motivation to close a door or move the odd thing around in the cupboards, but most of the time I just exist and nothing else. It had been that way for so long I’ve forgotten . I didn’t know it at the time but I was so lonely, so, so soul crushingly lonely, I’d just been that way for so long It became the norm. I remember I would lay on that cold concrete floor in the basement just to feel somewhat close to someone. You changed all that when you moved in. I remember your face when you saw the dusty, dilapidated mess I call my dwelling, you were so excited, like you could see something more was here. A few weeks later you moved in and turned my miserable, grey mess into a vibrant and colourful home. You had such energy and joy, always had people round to help or to socialise with. I’d always hang around like a wallflower listening in on your conversations, I started to really feel like I knew you. During the day, I would lay on that cold, crushing concrete floor and dream about sitting next to you watching that magical square on the wall or holding your hand or being held tightly in your arms. I didn’t know it then but I was so desperate to touch you, only getting close to you was unbearable, this overwhelming warmth shone from your lust for life, It was too much for me to take at first. But, over time the more I felt like I knew I knew you the closer I started to get.

I remember the first time I managed it, you were sat on the sofa deep in thought. I’d been hovering an arms reach away for a while, just watching you, acclimatising to the sensation of being so close to you. As I stared at your contemplative face, I was suddenly over taken by my need for you and I reached out my hand to your shoulder. I don’t know what I was expecting you to feel like, maybe soft, warm and solid? Maybe I wanted fireworks or something grand like that but all I got was disappointment. My fingers just slipped through you. I did feel something, it was a bit like dipping my fingers in warm blood, you felt it too because you snapped out of your thoughts and turned to see what touched you. I felt a growing sorrow in my heart as you stared through me, I was as close to you as I'd ever be able to get, and I could feel close to nothing, you didn’t even know I was there. 

Still, as slight as it was, I COULD touch you. I resolved myself to make the best of what I had. I’m a little embarrassed about what I did next, it was hardly an appropriate way to conduct myself but I just wanted someone, I wanted you, so badly and I was going to make you notice me. I pushed through your warmth, schooched up right next to you, stuck my face an inch in front of yours, then I reached my hand into your trousers and traced the outline of your penis with my finger tips. 

I tried to imagine how it looked as I carefully felt out the shape, if I focused It was almost like I was really touching you. I could tickle my way around and explore the shape of your lewd organ, all the while staring into your confused eyes, imagining what your breath would feel like. When you slipped your pants off to inspect what was happening down there, I was very excited. surely, this was an invitation, you wanted me to proceed, that was the only explanation! I stuck my head between your legs, doing my best to keep it in my mouth, I flicked my tongue around and through your cock like it were ice-cream as you recoiled back into the chair. My arms reached up at your body desperately grasping through you as I frantically tried to experience you. 

Whatever I was doing, it seemed to have quite an effect on you. Your penis quickly grew large and hard inside me and you were tensely writhing and moaning on the sofa with pleasure. I assume you could feel me a lot more than I could feel you as I faded my head and tongue and fingers through your sensitive dick. I do wonder what it must feel like having my tongue flick through your shaft, my fingers explore the inside of your torso, your spirit molested. It certainly looked somewhat overwhelming. Seeing you so enjoying my efforts, I forgot myself. I felt such a strong stirring inside, it was like the more that I tried to touch you, the firmer you felt and the more fiercely I wanted you.  Really without any thought, I opted to mount you.

Like a feral animal I clawed my way up your body till I was straddled over you, if I’d been more present of mind I would have delighted to feel your cock not fade through me, but almost drag along my body as I slid atop you. I seized your head with both hands, gripping so tightly my fingers slipped into it to molest you brain, your face was so lewd. Your eyes rolled up, mouth hanging open, tongue out in ecstasy, when I saw that I knew you loved me as much as I loved you and this was supposed to be, that fate brought you to me and we’d be together forever. Then I took your cock inside me.

It had been so long that I’d forgotten I even had a pussy, but that first time we made love was one of the greatest experiences of my existence. I could feel your solid shaft spreading me open as I lowered myself, it was a faint feeling, but I could feel it. Your cock stayed right there inside my pussy, it didn’t fade through me, we were really together and I was free to pound my pussy up and down on your lap as fiercely as I wished. You groaned with pleasure every time I slammed you deep inside me, I leaned my head in to yours and tried to kiss you as I thrust my hips into yours over and over again, licking and sucking your mouth like I was trying to consume you. I couldn’t really feel your mouth against mine but you stuck out your tongue and flicked it around as if to passionately kiss me back, I was so happy. In that moment I wanted to be one with you forever, I fucked you harder and faster as I whispered in your ear “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”, you tensed up suddenly and I knew you love was about to pour into me. 

I felt you grow just a little larger inside me, then with a final cry of pleasure you reached orgasm. I felt that, It was wonderful, like hot treacle, it filled me in a way which reminded me of a full stomach after a well cooked meal, wave after wave of happiness being shot inside my womb. You looked utterly exhausted after our love making but I know it was okay because we were lovers now. I have to admit that on that first night I got a little carried away, I rode you and sucked you and fucked you several more times while you rested on the sofa, enjoying the feeling of you cumming inside me many times untill you fell asleep and went soft. I know you didn’t leave the house the next day, I didn’t hear the door open or close. I would have come up to keep you company but it’s too light up there during the daytime so I just rested on that cold concrete floor. I was still a little disappointed that I couldn’t feel much of you, but I resolved to make the most of what we had. Our love for each other would make it all work out and so I rested feeling full and happy, excited to spend more time with you that night.