A sexy short story. A middle aged woman satisfies her longing in the moonlight
I was awake, lying naked, uncovered, on the bed; the hot humid air felt like a suffocating blanket, confining me, holding me down. My husband lay snoring beside me in a deep, dreamless, sleep; his naked body flowing over the bed.
Is Celia’s encounter real or a ghost from the past in this erotic ghost story?
The evening sun crept through the leaves of the trees that crowded around the old churchyard, dappling the long shadows on the path ahead with warm patches of light. The church tower loomed above Celia as if reaching toward the setting sun. She turned off the path and felt the long grass brushing against her toes through her sandals. The air still felt warm after the heat of the day and the scents of wildflowers and dry grass floated on it.