Lake
I felt the soft touch on my cheek, trailing down the column of my neck, caressing my collarbone and then trailing back up with feather light touches. I sighed, as those warm fingers curled around my throat. Just there, resting, like a heavy collar.
I squirmed.
The touch slipped away, moving down, and another sigh escaped me, this time pleasurable. My back arched as those fingers touched my sensitive nîpplès— which for some reason were tight buds. A feeling so foreign overcame me and I whimpered when I didn't feel another touch, another caress as those fingers withdrew.
My eyes jerked open and I looked around my room, searching. What the f**k! I swear I had just felt someone touching me, and I knew it was my Ghost. I licked my dry lips, there was an absence, that I felt for someth
