Sex With a Ghost- DNF SmutFic

~I'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs~

As soon as George had fallen asleep, he was sent into what he thought was a dream with the same scenery of his room. He tried to sit up to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table but felt as if he were pinned down to his bed. Thinking it was just the sleep paralysis that he got quite often, he relaxed and waited for it to wear off.

Instead of feeling the weight lift off of his body, he felt something like that of a hand run up from his stomach to his chest. George could feel his heart begin to race as his breathing also sped up. The hand moved down, dangerously near his crotch "What...I-" his words were cut off by the hand grabbing onto his thigh, squeezing tightly "What is happening? Am I dreaming?"

George tried to get up again until another hand pushed him back down by his throat. At this point, he knew that it was definitely not sleep paralysis. He began to audibly breathe, heaving at the hand pressed against his throat and the sudden rush of anxiety.

"Oh Geooorge..." a deep voice echoed in his ears, making his breath hitch and his throat go dry. George felt the hand on his neck move to pin his arm to the bed as a cold kind of pressure replaced where it had been previously. He felt ice cold skin begin to suck at the side of his neck "Wha- what is happening? What kind of..." his words trailed off at the sensation, making him squeeze his eyes shut. It had been a while since he'd felt something like this. I guess being single for six years will do that to you.

The hand 0n his thigh moved to cup his groin, forcing an involuntary and sensual hum out of him. George opened his eyes to see an almost transparent figure on top of him. It was a man, an attractive one at that. "Who...who are you?" he could barely manage to speak, all the blood from his brain flowing elsewhere.

"Shh..." the figure hushed him, less than an inch away from George's face "Dream. You can call me Dream." George looked down at Dream's precariously placed hand. "I have to be dreaming right now..." The figure hummed softly "No, George, you're not dreaming."

George opened his mouth to speak again but was cut short by the ghost quickly connecting their lips. George made a sound to protest but fainted shortly after from the rush of emotions and disbelief of his house being haunted by a sexually frustrated spirit. And probably the lack of blood flow to his brain.

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{You ever just start staring at one of your friends and they look back very confused? And then you look away like nothing happened? Comedy 🤌}
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