Dana is a 21st Century woman who doesn't think in terms of carriages, chaperons, or calling cards. Then, one night during an electrical storm, she tumbles into her favorite historical romance novel. When she awakens, she finds a world full of images that are not real, a foreboding old mansion filled with magic tricks, and a dark, tortured paper hero who lives alone. Is he real, or is he a ghost?<br><br>He comes to her as a spirit, his voice whispering soft, enticing accents in her ear. His presence is a seductive wind,-a mist that fondles her. He wants to capture her, hold her close,-have her always to love. But how can he when he is no more than a figment of someone's imagination?<br><br>Is there no way out for Dana? Will these lovers be imprisoned forever between the pages of this book, or will the closing of the last page rip them apart?

The Erotic Ghost

Suddenly he grabbed her hips, and her cunt was invaded with a hot blaze that burned between her legs. His tongue, long and stiff, moved inside her, playing with her clit and consuming her sex juices as theydripped onto his tongue. She went wild until a fierce orgasm rendered her helpless. Her eyes closed, and her body went limp and she melted toward the floor. His hands caressed her gently, his body finally claiming hers. She pictured his handsome form in her mind, and succumbed to his touch, swaying with him as he moved above her. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever known.


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