A Ghostly Encounter - Sex Stories

A Ghostly Encounter

... what would others think? They can't see me. Only you can." "I don't care about what others think. Fuck them. I need you. I can't survive without you." "You can and you will. I'm sorry. It's for the best. If I leave. It's time to move on. I love you, Laney." "Michael, please don't." Tears stream down my cheeks as he lifts my chin and his lips meet mine once more. A goodbye kiss. I hold on desperately to him not wanting to let go. He finally pulls away, and lovingly looks into my eyes. "I love you, Laney. I always have and I always will." He begins to walk away, but I cannot accept the fact that he will be gone. "No, please. Come back." I try to reach out but slowly his form disappears and I am left alone. I begin to sob. I fall on the bed, and I hear can hear my voice pleading and begging. "Come back. Please come back... I wake up, and look around. Sunlight enters the room. I look down at my disheveled nightgown. I reach up to touch the dried tears that had fallen down my face, and remember the dream. I clutch the sheets and hold them close to my body, and gasp as I look over. A tiny shiny gold object appears before me. My husbands wedding ring that I had buried with him.