Maggie May: A Sexy Ghost Story

Just in time for Halloween, here's an excerpt from my erotic romance about a modern-day California girl who moves to New Orleans and falls in love with a ghost who had once been a Creole musician who played in the brothels of Storyville at the end of the 1800s:

We kissed some more and he laid me down on the floor. He knew how much I loved oral sex, so he went right to the business at hand. I was almost on the cusp of an orgasm to begin with before he started licking my pussy. By the time his tongue made a few rotations, I was a goner in about 5 seconds. Way too fast, I know. But I didn’t care. There will be others times together. Won’t there?

He helped me off the floor and we sat on the sofa together. “Jan,” I asked him, “remember when you said that someday you would play the piano for me?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“I have a piano,” I said, pointing across the room to it.

“Do you play?” he asked.

“A little. Luckily, this apartment came completely furnished, including a piano.”

He walked over to it, sat on the bench, and told me, “I’ve written a song about you.”

“Really? How wonderful! What’s it called?”

“My Forever Love.”

“Oh, Jan. How romantic. Please play it for me.”

Before he started playing, I said, “Wait! I want to record this so that I can savor it always.” I propped my iPhone up with a book on my coffee table and hit “Record”. Then, I looked intently at Jan sitting on the piano bench. “Okay. Play,” I directed him.

The notes he played were beautiful. He was a wonderful musician and sounded a lot like Jelly Roll Morton. The song was slow, haunting, and sexy. At first, I thought it was an instrumental, but half-way through, he added words. His voice was low and sensuous and his words were heartbreaking: “She looked like something I wanted, but may be too fragile to touch.”

By the time it was over, tears were streaming down my cheeks.

He left the piano bench and came to me. “Please don’t cry,” he told me and put his arm around me.

I nestled against him and said, “Please don’t go back to the cemetery tonight. Don’t ever go back there again. Spend the night here. I want to wake up in your arms.”

“I wish it was that simple.”

“But it is. Just stay here. We can live together like regular couples do. We’ll cook breakfast, read the newspaper, walk in the park. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“It really does, my love. Who knows what will happen? Maybe we’re shaking our fists at the gods right now. You know, disrupting their plans for us.”

“Fuck them!” I boldly said.

He laughed and repeated what I said, “Yeah! Fuck them!”

“I almost expect to be struck down by a bolt of lightning right now,” I told him.

“I know,” he said and laughed.

I led him to my bedroom. “Make yourself at home,” I told him as I went off to brush my teeth and take off my makeup. I was determined to live like regular couples do. I put on my “Hello Kitty” nightgown and climbed into bed next to him.

“I love your nightie,” he said. “Very sexy.”

“Are you making fun of me?” I asked.

“No. Not at all. I do love it. I’m glad you feel cozy with me. We’ll lie here like an old married couple, give each other a short peck on the cheek, settle in to a spoon position, and drift off to dreamland together.

I snuggled up next to him and fell asleep instantly.

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