Is there a better time than the dawn of darkness to sit at my desk and scribble my deepest, most heartfelt thoughts? That time of dusk without the light of the moon or stars. It’s times like these when her memory threatens to suffocate me, when the pain of her passing causes my heart to ache. Putting these feelings into words is cathartic most nights. But somehow, tonight is different; tonight, there is an unfamiliar energy.

Placing my pen back in the well, I step to the door. Seeing the night like never before, freed from the guilt of her passing, I move through the endless galleries of my mind. The night is chilled, and the wind howls. Light precipitation sticks to the window as frost. It was as if the season was speaking out of turn, as it was only All Hallows' Eve.

Perhaps it’s only my mind playing tricks on me, but in the deepening shade of night, I feel something tangible. Could it just be the shadows of the tree branches blowing in the wind?

Perhaps.

However, it feels like something more, nay, like someone more. Unexpectedly, my French doors crash open, and an ethereal mist surrounds me. Suddenly, my skin feels the heat of her hand, though nothing is touching me. Without warning, her breath whispers on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. An unforeseen longing fills my loins, and my ability to differentiate between reality and fantasy has ceased to exist.

My mouth is invaded by an invisible tongue. I taste her; she is tormenting me, seducing me, making the need that I had so neatly tucked away come crashing to the surface, like relentless waves upon a shore. My breathing hitches as my body responds to my desire for her. I feel as though my heart is breaking all over again until she soothes me, placing my hand upon her breast.

As my hand envelops her delicate flesh, a translucent figure appears before me. She is panting and needy, and she whispers, “Once more, darling, please, once more.”

Her lustrous hands make quick work of my trousers as she leads me to the bed that she has not graced with her presence for so long. The sheets seem to invite her back within their folds, and me along with her. And though her figure is still but a shadow, she emanates heat that defies logic. I am completely naked and vulnerable as she guides my rigid shaft into wetness that is inconceivable. My cock has not been firm like this since she left me alone in this world. My lust, which had abandoned me, now courses wildly through my veins as my need for her grows along with my length and girth.

All at once, this ghostly seductress completely engulfs me as she rides my aching manhood like a jockey rides a steed, and I am reminded of the glorious love we once shared. Repeatedly, she impales herself on me, as her all but transparent sex fucks my cock like a wanton whore.

God, I have missed sharing this intimacy with her!

“Once more, darling, please, once more,” she begs again. She continues to use me to pleasure herself. I can feel her slick walls swell as her arousal heightens, until her orgasm rages through her as she cries out words that I don’t understand.  I feel my balls tighten as I’m ready to fill her.  I explode deep inside her, but the moment I do, she is gone. I am utterly alone, covered in my own cum, left to wonder if I had imagined her or if I’ve gone completely mad.

Then I look at the window again and see her ghostly figure, looking at me with eyes shining brightly. Before she turns to ascend back into the night sky, she stops for a moment and whispers, “Thank you, my darling, thank you for loving me just once more.”