From the moment he arrived, James felt the old house was alive in a way he couldn't quite explain. The air held an electric charge, the scent of old books and lavender clinging to the corners. There was something else, too—a presence, unseen but felt, like fingertips grazing his skin when no one was near. A ghostly woman appears at night, draped in the sheerest fabric of existence, revealing her breasts, her long hair flowing as though caught in an unseen breeze. Her eyes, luminous, eager, and knowing, locked onto his. This would be a week filled with pleasing, limitless experiences James never thought were possible. Words: 2,917 NSFW