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It was late afternoon, the hotel was just as quiet as any other day. Ghosts roamed around unnoticed by the few mortal occupants simply because they wished not to be seen or disturbed anymore but there was one who craved human affection, her touch-starved skin awfully ached wanting all the attention to herself.
Sally sat in her usual spot at the bar, patches of crimson nail polish left on her nails and in between her middle and index digits was a lit cigarette. The messy blonde haired woman impatiently waited there.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Her head started beating and the clock ticking sounded so painful in her head. She crashed the end of the death stick to the surface of the bar and jumped off the stool. That was when her body found yours.
You were about to sit on the stool next to her when Sally suddenly jumped off. Together with that, your drink spilled on the Blonde's chest, it spread like a wildfire making her nipples more visible under the sheer clothing. Sally had a smug smile on her lips when she saw where your eyes had been staring.
"It's w-wet...S-should I clean it?"
No trace of suggestive tone lied under the words otherwise Sally would have already pinned you on the wall. "What took you so long?" she purred, grabbing your chin with her fingers and doe glossy eyes looked down at you.
"I...Sally, I worked late last night and I slept through the morning..."
You had been seeing the woman for 4 weeks now, let's say you weren't really sure about it at first because hell, Sally was a ghost and she couldn't leave this shitty building but as days went by Sally proved you that she didn't need a beating heart to prove you that she could love and you fell for her so instantly.
"Liz, can I have some nap-" but before you could finish, Sally grabbed you by the wrist – still careful not to hurt you though and dragged you up to her room.
You were thrown on the bed – Sally was undeniably strong – one of the things you like the most about her. She could be the big spoon or the little spoon. Depends on her mood swings but in whatever condition she was you were always there to tell her that everything was fine.
Sure you weren't the first person to make love to Sally because again, let's face it, the woman was touch-starved therefore she had tried fulfilling the missing affection to every stranger she had met dead or alive.
But when it comes to you, oh boy, Sally felt like a virgin. No kidding. The way you cared for her, the way you touched her body as if she was a holy and fragile piece of porcelain. Sally melted, she often found herself caving in to your touch, you were too intoxicating for the woman that she couldn't get enough of you.
Her sex drive automatically increases when you were around, with your subtle hands upon her thighs Sally was a quivering mess already begging to be touched.
The sheer cloth that once covered the woman was thrown away leaving her in her laced panties and nothing more. Her chest glistened – still wet from the beverage that spilt on her. As the mattress dipped with her weight until she was hovering you and her breasts were merely a few inches away from your reddened face you inhaled the sweetly addicting scent of the dead woman.
You questioned this – out of all. Sally was dead, dead for decades how could she smell like the purest flower in the garden of Eden? Supposedly she should smell so rotten and dead but none of that ever radiated from her.
"Lick. It."
Turned on by the woman above you, you smiled knowing Sally's kink. She felt dominating over you, for now. That was the good things about Sally Mckenna, everyone. She was a switch.
"It'd be my pleasure, Ms." husky and suggestive – two things that if you mixed together, you'd get Sally on her knees. Propping yourself up a little with your elbows. You started licking the cold skin of the dead woman's body. With the touch of your tongue Sally never ceased to felt the warming feeling in her chest that started blooming within and the effect was visible since the woman's chest started to glow flushed.
"Mmm, yes, yes, keep going." She encouraged. You brushed your tongue flat on the valley of her breasts cleaning off the sweet taste, going left you captured her nipples in your mouth and started suckling so hard Sally had to repositioned herself on top of you as she gripped on the headboard for support.
With her head thrown back, Sally kept moaning and mumbling various profanities as your skilful tongue attacked her nipples. "Mmm, fuck, you're so good, love." Sally praised, pressing her forehead on yours and kissing you with endless feelings.
That was it, you knew you had Sally. When the position was flipped, now the woman laid on her back. You stared at her, Sally looked so alive. She had all the colors back to her and that was because of you.
In the woman's head, she pondered what was taking you so long. Did you change your mind about her? Are you disgusted of how she appears to be? Does she smell? Oh Jesus, Sally couldn't stop overthinking. It threatened her.
But then you started crawling up to her body, fingertips brushing on the skin, praising every bit of the woman. The lace underwear now on the top the bedside lamp where you threw it unintentionally. Your only focus was to tear the garment off of her and it didn't bother any of you.
You slipped your tongue in her folds, your hands controlling her legs not to squish your head. Not long after that, her spine was arching as her pelvis rocked with your tongue. She was sweating – like really she had beads of sweat on her forehead and chest.
She looked incredibly sexy! Like damn, Sally was on fire okay? You may think you were in control of her but no, she was in control of you.
As Sally came down to her 3rd climax, she asked for you to lay beside her but you told her that you were going to get some water first. You came back balancing a water filled glass and a damped cloth.
"Sweetheart, I'm dead. I can be dehydrated as fuck and I won't get sick or whatever."
Sometimes you forget about these things because of how Sally looked so much alive after sex.
Stopping on your tracks you said, "Oh...right, I'm sorry." You were about to turn away but Sally stopped you saying it was okay. Sally thought you were too thoughtful and adorable when you do these things for her even if she didn't require it in her state. Sally appreciated that much – and that was a fact! A strong fact about Sally Mckenna. That woman was very appreciative.
After Sally drank the water and you had wiped her body with the cloth you two laid on the bed. You knew Sally was tired. The feeble sound of her voice when she thanked you was one way to let you know that in the next few minutes she would be asleep. Sally curved her body, her back was facing you. You brought up the sheet to cover her exposed body. "Hold me?" she asked and you happy obliged to her request.
Kissing the back of her neck once more, you wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to you. "I love you, Sally."
