As Nathan stumbled through the door, exhausted from a long day at work, he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins. It had been happening more frequently lately, ever since he moved into this old house. He tried to ignore it, blaming the uneasy feeling to the stress of the move, but tonight, as he dropped his keys on the counter, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone - or something - was watching him. 

Walking into his bedroom, his heart raced as he felt a presence behind him; as he turned around, there she was, a woman in a sheer white gown. She was standing in the doorway of his bedroom; her long, flowing gown displayed the shapes of her body, which was teasingly visible within it, her hair wild and tangled around her face. His breath caught in his throat as she slowly pushed off the straps of her dress, revealing more and more of her pale, perfect skin. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes away as she slipped out of her dress, leaving her completely naked and glowing in the dim light. Falling back onto the bed in shock, his eyes transfixed on her. She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively before she climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. Pulling open his trousers as she freed his length. Her skin felt cool and smooth against his body. He couldn’t believe this was happening. As she leant forward, her lips brushed against his ear, he could feel her heat, her desire, her need. 

"Take me," she whispered, her voice like silk on his skin. "Take me, Nathan."

He reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her towards him. Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss, and he felt her wetness against his thigh. He groaned into her mouth; his body ached for her touch. 

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his hands over her perfect body. 

He could feel her folds encase his shaft as it filled her, thrusting her hips as she moved rhythmically, grinding her body hard as he enjoyed her riding him. She broke away from their kiss, looking into his eyes with pure desire. 

"Make me come," she whispered. 

And with that, she began vigorously pumping onto him as she arched her back, her nails dug into his shoulders as she came, her body shuddering in his arms. He felt her warmth, her wetness, her essence, as he felt himself start to release, but she was gone almost as soon as he began to come, leaving him gushing all over himself. He was left panting, trying to catch his breath, left wondering: who was she? His body felt drained, as though she had sucked his energy from his body, leaving him desiring her, needing her to satisfy him, and finish properly what she had started. 

Every night for the next week, he was woken by the sound of her movements in his room; sometimes, she would be naked before him, not letting him touch; she just let him watch as she moved naked around his room, teasing him with her body. He found himself wanting her; he had tried to resist the urge to ignore the ache in his loins when she was around. But it was impossible. Her presence was like an addiction, one that he couldn’t seem to shake. Now, he had been tempted; he was hooked.

He longed to get home after work to see if that night she would indulge him once more, let him take her and fill her with his seed. Though he waited in vain, each night she came, teased him with her body as she lured him to touch her, but remained just a little too far for him, and she would leave, knowing the hardness she had left him with. His desire and longing for her became so strong she could see he was getting frustrated, yet still she teased. 

The following night, he was led awake restless as he listened to her movements in his room, resisting her advances as she crawled onto the bed; she knelt at the edge, touching herself. She moved slowly, methodically, as if she was waiting for something. He could feel the anticipation building inside him, his heart raced in his chest. She began thrashing her body into her fingers as her excitement rose, her hair disheveled as she pushed her hands through it. Her naked body glistened before him; she was spread, showing him how wet she was, her excitement dripping as she rubbed her hands back down herself.

He could barely contain his excitement as he felt his dick harden within his boxers. Locking eyes with her, she crawled over to him, her body slick and cool as she pulled the blanket from his body. Pulling down his boxers, she straddled his hips. Her breath came in quick gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes dark and intense. Her hands held his shaft as she remained hovering over him, her damp folds just teasing his end.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice a husky moan. "Take me, Nathan, it’s time." 

Taking hold of her hips, he pushed himself within her, thrusting hard as he reached up, pulling her down so he buried himself to the hilt; her body welcomed him as she leaned forward, meeting his thrusts. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss that left them both breathless. He could feel her desire, her need for him, and it only made him want her more. As she ground against him, her hips moved in a sensual rhythm; she was so wild and uninhibited. He had never felt such a powerful connection with anyone before.

As he pounded into her, he lifted his hips; he could feel her tight pussy clench over his shaft, his balls slapped against her as she slammed her bottom against him, his end bashed her inner walls as he had grown so hard and thick, his excitement so fierce as he lost himself within the moment. Enjoying each minute of her pleasuring him, grasping her breasts as he lifted into her, he pulled her nipples and squeezed them. He closed his eyes as he felt her climax around him; her body shuddered with pleasure.

He held her tight, feeling her warmth, her wetness, her essence flowing through him. For that brief moment, she was his; she felt so good; he was about to come. Just then, as he prepared to unleash, she was gone. He came hard over himself, which left him breathless and unable to move as it was so fierce. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about the woman who was doing this. She was so bad leaving him at the height of his release, as if she knew it would leave him annoyed, yet with the yearning for her to return.  

It was still dark outside; he glanced at the clock; it was nearly 3 am. He could still feel her presence within his room, it was then she reappeared at the foot of his bed, her head bowed, her body swaying slightly. He watched her, transfixed, as she undulated like a seductive dancer; her body glistened with sweat, and he could see the firm peaks of her breasts with her nipples pointing erotically forward. Desire to take her filled his thoughts once more; she lifted her head as her eyes met his in the darkness. 

He moved from his bed, standing next to it; her eyes had a depth of emotion there that he had never seen before, a mixture of desire and sadness that made his heartache. She took a step forward and then another until she was standing directly in front of him. Her fingers trailed lightly down his chest, teasing him; she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him close. Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. He felt her hands move to his shoulders; he shivered with anticipation as she ran her hands over him, feeling the softness of her touch, the chill of her breath against his skin. She trailed her fingers lower, down to his penis, which was twitching before her.

Her touch was light at first, teasing, but then she gripped him firmly, urging him to harden. He arched into her touch, feeling the ache as she worked her magic. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her hard nipples pressing against him as she kissed him, her tongue danced with his. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, wanting to feel every inch of her skin against his. Taking this opportunity, he lifted her and pushed her against the wall as her legs wrapped around his back and hips, thrusting his length deep within her as he began to pound hard.

With each thrust, he made her body lift and jerk into him; he could feel her digging her nails into his shoulders as she moaned with each pound. As their passion heightened, he could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring. He knew she was coming, and he welcomed it. She thrusts herself against him, crying out his name as she came; her body shuddered in his arms. Though she did not fade, she remained with him.

Nathan was thrilled and powered himself into her, thrusting hard and fast; he could feel the force of his thrusts lifting her, pinning her against the wall as he felt himself come. His surge of excitement shot through him as he pumped deep inside her, filling her folds as she bucked and moaned at the feeling of him. She remained wrapped around him as he held her, grasping her bottom; he lifted her and walked her to the bed. As they led together with his length still buried deep inside her, pulsing with little aftershocks. He looked down at her; she was just magnificent.

Before he could relish in her beneath him, enjoying his come inside her, she was gone. His penis was now limp and dripping as her presence left the room. Led exhausted and spent, he just smiled, leaning onto the pillow, he relaxed. Finally satisfied he had filled her, and let her have his seed, it was out of this world. A sudden pang of loss welled deep in his chest, a sadness. He wanted to tell her how he felt, yet knew she was not from here, and she did not belong. She was just passing through, leaving behind a trail of desire and longing in her wake.

He spent the following two weeks in a haze of desire and frustration. He couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind, and every time he closed his eyes, he would see her ghostly form writhing against his, feel the heat of her touch even though she was not there. She hadn’t visited him since that night; had he upset her? Did he do something wrong?

He tried to find solace in the arms of another woman, but it was not the same. There's no passion, no urgency. It was just empty sex, and he knew that was not what he wanted.

He wondered if she felt the same way, if she missed the connection they shared, or if she had moved on to someone else. The thought was unbearable, and he couldn’t help but hope that she would come back to him. A month of loneliness had passed with him, left longing for the feel of her within his room. To see her pale skin and feel her body on him, he was left broken, not wanting to go to work, every hour consumed by the need of wanting her. That night, as tossed and turned in his bed, he felt the familiar presence in his bedroom. His heart leapt into his throat as he knew it was her. 

He rolled over, reaching out to where she always seemed to be, only to find nothing but cold air. Disappointment washed over him, but then he felt it again, a brush of cool air against his skin. He turned, and there she was, standing in the corner of the room, watching him. His heart soared at the sight of her, and he couldn’t help but smile. She walked slowly towards him, her movements graceful and fluid. He found himself hardening instantly.

As she neared, she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. Her gown hung loose on her shoulders as one strap fell, leaving the tease of her breast just visible. Her skirt covered his body though he could feel her rubbing her wet pussy against his length, teasingly. Her eyes met his, and he could see her desire burning in them. She leant forward, her dress fell from her shoulders with her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, 

"I've missed you." 

Her finger trailed down his chest, teasing him before she grabbed hold of his penis. He felt her hand slide over him; she found the wetness that dampened his end. She smiled, leaning in to kiss him. Their lips met in a hungry, desperate dance as she worked her magic. He could feel her fingers pressing tight around his shaft, urging him closer, and with every stroke she made, every touch she gave, he felt himself falling more deeply in love with her. 

He wanted to hold on to this moment, to never let her go, but he knew it was not that simple. Soon, she would be gone again, and he would be left longing for her return once more. As she continued to pleasure him, he felt his control slipping away. He arched his back, groaning as the pleasure built inside him. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in this feeling, to let go completely and surrender to her. She slowed her movements, her breath hot against his ear. 

"Tell me what you want," she whispered. "Do you want me?" 

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if she could hear the conflicting desires in his head. He wanted her, yes, but he also wanted more. But how could he do that? As if sensing his inner turmoil, she sped up again; her movements became more urgent. He felt himself on the brink of release, and with one final, desperate thrust, he came, crying out as his seed spilled over her hand and onto his stomach. She leaned in, kissing him softly before pulling away and disappearing into the shadows. He led there panting, trying to catch his breath.

For several days, he walked around in a daze, his thoughts consumed by her. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she made him feel, about the way she made him forget about everything else. He knew that he couldn’t have her, not really, not in this life. But he wished there was some way he could change things, some way they could be together. He spent hours staring up at the moon, wishing on it for a miracle, for a chance to be with her. But deep down, he knew that wishes don't always come true and that sometimes the only thing you can do is let go and hope that fate will find a way to bring you together.

As he walked home from work, something made him look up at the moon; a familiar feeling swept around him, the smell of her filled his nose. Turning his head, he could see the glow of her pale skin, her body calling him, shocked as they were not in his bedroom he stared, she seemed different. Then suddenly, a loud horn; turning to look, his eyes widened as he was face to face with the front grill of a lorry; in all of an instant, he found himself looking down at the chaos, the smoking wreckage of the lorry which had slammed into a wall, with a trail of blood pouring from the front, a single black shoe on the ground to show where he was stood. 

As he stared at the pool of blood, and then at his own body, seeing he was naked, his skin pale, glowing slightly. Knowing he was no longer the same. He then saw her, glancing over her shoulder, beckoning him to follow, her naked body calling to him as he indeed followed her. Taking her hand as they moved into the light, which was shining around them. He felt a sense of peace sweep through him, finally, he had what he so dreamed of, plus now he knew that she would finally stay with him.