My name is Lila and this happened to me in March 2020, right as the pandemic was first beginning to get out of control and everyone was under quarantine. I was 22 at the time and fresh out of College with a Master’s in Web Design, which is what I focused my career path on. Because of that, I was able to work from home anyway, so the pandemic wasn’t any trouble. The isolation was something that a lot of people couldn’t cope with but for me, it was the exact opposite. I’ve always been a hardcore loner and introvert with little to no friends but that’s just who I was. I’m also admittedly kind of a hermit and only like leaving home when absolutely necessary.
I lived in a decent apartment. Nothing special but it was nice and cozy, just how I like it. Despite my social awkwardness, a part of me yearned for attention from others but on my own terms. So, I occasionally did some stuff on OnlyFans for that exact reason. Yeah, I know. It doesn’t make sense but I’m a complicated individual. As for my appearance, I’m the last thing you’d expect a professional web designer to look like. I’m a platinum blonde with dark blue eyes, reflecting my Norwegian heritage. My hair is very long, running just under my ass cheeks. Introvert as I may be, all women take pride in their hair and I’m no exception. Plus, its long length just gives me a feeling of protection and comfort anyway. Some of my bangs come down and cover my right eye. I like that look and so do my fans.
Body wise, I have very pale skin, reflecting my status as a semi-hermit that hardly ever goes outside. I’m so pale in fact that my skin almost blends into my walls like a chameleon. However, my skin is also flawless and smooth. My tits are an impressive F cup and I also take pride in them as well. Yeah, I’m a good deconstructor of the stereotype that introverts are all careless slobs that have no regard for appearances. Or maybe I’m just a natural beauty. I have bright pink nipples and while it’s usually hidden by my hair, I also have a big, fat, swaying ass with cheeks like two fresh apples. As I hardly ever leave home, I tend to just be in my underwear most of the time. I mean, why not?
My only real company in my little hermitage was my French Bulldog that I had gotten just after getting my own place. I do love dogs. More so than people, honestly. They’re just so much easier to deal with and be around. As he was a French breed, I decided to give him a French name. Pierre. He was a feisty little guy but also loyal and he loves his mama very much. He’s also as lazy as I am, so it was a good match. Thank God my place allows pets and there’s no one I’d rather spend quarantine with than my little French Prince.
Anyway, onto my actual story. As I’ve said, the pandemic was at its height at this time and everyone had to be sheltered in their homes, which worked out just fine for me. This had also happened during a long string of thunderstorms in my area. It just further added to the feeling of isolation that I loved so much. For an introvert/loner like me, this whole situation was like winning the lottery. As luck would have it, I had just finished a major grocery shopping spree before all this happened and had just finished some high paying web design contracts, so I was all set for what was to come. I was all stocked, had plenty of food for both myself and Pierre and life was good…Until I began to notice some…strange things.
To begin with, it seemed that I was going through my food at a faster rate than I thought. In fact, I had noticed that some boxes that I’m positive I never opened were in fact open and food was missing from it. I gave my dog a suspicious look when I noticed this.
“Pierre…” I said in a teasingly accusatory tone. “You haven’t been digging through Mama’s pantry again, have you?”
He gave me sad eyes and I broke pretty quickly.
“Oh, I just can’t stay mad at you…” I said as I picked him up and snuggled him.
Still, just to make sure, I stocked all my food in spots where I knew he couldn’t reach just in case. However, the problem continued but the food boxes were exactly where I had left them. I was genuinely baffled but I decided to just shrug it off for now. Nonetheless, strange things continued. For example, my water bills seemed to be unusually high. I do love taking nice, long, hot baths. I mean, who doesn’t? But the bills seemed way higher than my usage would suggest. Like almost double in size. I messaged my landlord about it and he showed me the water stats. I assumed it was because everyone in the building was using their hot water a lot more with the quarantine and everything. Besides, my contracts would cover my expenses.
Then the weirdest and creepiest thing of all happened. I had a spare bedroom that I never used as I never got any guests but lately as I’d been passing it, I began to notice that it looked almost…used. The sheets and pillows were all messy. Again, I just assumed that it was Pierre playing a bit rough, the little scamp. So, I fixed the bed up, as I was a bit of a neat freak and the very next day, I noticed that it was messed up again. What the fuck is going on?
I decided to take my mind off of things with some streaming on OF. That always makes me feel better. As is common with introverts, I have rather low self esteem and because of that, I’m kind of a sucker for flattery. So, another reason I used OF was because I just couldn’t get enough of men and maybe some women too, drooling over my body and telling me how sexy and irresistable I am. It always gave me a good confidence boost and I was kind of addicted to that. Today’s stream was nothing special. Just a simple dance and strip tease but my fans loved it. Besides, with my water bills right now, I could always use some extra cash. I was stark naked after ending the stream and I couldn’t help but admire my body in the mirror.
‘I guess I am pretty hot.’ I thought to myself as I made a sexy pose.
My moment of bliss and self confidence took a total 180 when I swear that I felt a hot blast of air of some kind run down my neck. My heart skipped a beat as I swung around so fast that my beautiful blonde hair whipped with me and wrapped around my shoulder and arm. I saw nothing but I know what I felt. Someone’s breath.
“Who’s there?!” I shouted in a panic as I found myself being thankful that this apartment had sound proofed walls. My landlord told me that a cannon could go off in my room and none of my neighbors would hear a peep or vice versa. It was one of the main reasons why I moved here as I treasured peace and quiet.
I looked around frantically for who or whatever breathed on me but I saw nothing. I was starting to think that my apartment was haunted. However, I began to relax as I saw Pierre run in, no doubt checking on me after I yelled so loudly. He wagged his little tail and looked up at me.
“Arf!” He barked.
I let out a good, big exhale as his presence calmed me down. I was still nervous but I didn’t know what else to do about it. I picked up my dog and snuggled him to let him know that everything was alright. I decided that a nice, hot bath was what I needed to calm my nerves. I let my furry baby down and went to the bathroom for a nice, refreshing dip. My bathtub was the perfect size. Just big enough for me…and maybe one other person but I doubt that will happen. Well, maybe if another OnlyFans girl wants to do a lesbian bath show, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed. I’m very much into women. If you ask me, all women are. Some just don’t know it yet. I then noticed that the tub was still wet even though I hadn’t used it at all today. I began to get nervous again but I shook it off.
‘Come on, Lila. You’ve gotta relax.’ I told myself.
I then ran the hot water and let it fill up to where I wanted it before I stopped running it and got in.
“Ahhhhh…” I moaned in bliss as the soothing sensation enveloped my voluptuous form.
My thick, ass length hair swam about in the water. Washing it always took forever but it was worth it. No woman’s beauty is complete without long, flowing locks, in my opinion and I got a lot of compliments on it from my subscribers. I began to relax and slowly forget about my worries. I loved taking baths. I could sit here forever but my skin would prune. I eventually scrubbed myself down. My big, bouncy F cups, my fat, bubbly ass and I shampooed my hair, which took me about a half hour. I had to get it just right. Afterwards, I got out of the tub as the water drained and I reached for my towel when I noticed something else…It was already a bit damp. As if it has been used already…but it was a fresh towel that I had just put up this morning. Still, it was dry enough for me to use, so I did.
‘Come on…It’s all in my head. It’s gotta be.’ I told myself. ‘My apartment is not haunted. It’s not!”
I opened the door and let the steam out of the bathroom. After having some dinner, I decided to turn in for the night. I often slept naked as I found it to be much more comfortable and Pierre slept next to me on my bed on his pillow that I laid out for him. I usually slept fine but not tonight, for obvious reasons. I just told myself that whatever was going on could wait until morning. It began to thunder again, which actually helped me finally get to sleep…At least for a little while.
Sometime later, I don’t know how long. At least two or three hours, I began to partially awake as the sound of Pierre’s barking pulled me out of my deep sleep. Pierre is usually a very laid back and quiet dog. He only ever really barks when he wants something from me.
“Pierre, please go to sleep…” I said weakly in my half asleep state.
But he wouldn’t stop.
“Bark! Bark! Bark!” He just kept yapping.
This bark sounded different from his usual begging bark. It sounded more deliberate and almost aggressive but what he did next was what finally got my full attention.
“Grrrrrr!” He growled.
He actually growled. For the first time ever since I had gotten him. And it wasn’t a typical, annoyed or whiny growl that dogs do when they want attention or food. This one sounded angry and confrontational. It finally made me go wide awake. My eyes still felt weak and tired, so I rubbed them before opening them to see what Pierre was fussing about. What I saw next nearly made me pass right out again. I will never, ever forget the feeling of pure and utter terror from that night. I do not wish that kind of fear on my worst enemy.
In the corner of my bedroom…was a figure. I was so terrified that I couldn’t even scream, let alone move. I was completely frozen in place as the only noise that could be heard was the sound of Pierre barking and growling. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to make the figure out and I finally got a clear image as lightning lit up the room. The thunder that usually calms me only horrified me even more as I could see that the figure was a woman. She was about my height and was wearing a white robe…my white robe! I didn’t even notice that it was missing! She had insanely long and very dark hair as black as the night itself. Her hair was longer than any woman I had ever seen before.
I began to think that she was a sleep paralysis demon until I saw her take a step forward…and then another step. Her midnight black hair hung down like a curtain in front of her face. She looked like something out of the Grudge or the Ring. As she got closer, I could see that her skin was even paler than mine. It was a chalky gray. Paler than I knew possible. And I could now see just how long her hair was. It went all the way down to her ankles. It was as long as her entire height. It looked thick and shiny. Pierre kept growling at her as she marched towards my side of the bed and I finally snapped out of my daze and moved back on the bed away from her.
“Stay back! Stay back!” I yelled out, trying and failing to hide the fear in my voice.
Then the ghost woman began lifting her head up and shook her mass of hair out of the way to reveal her face. I expected her face to look hideous and water logged like it did in the movies…but boy, I could not have been more wrong. Her face was…beautiful. Amazingly beautiful even. She had her hair covering her right eye, just like I did. I looked into her other eye and it looked so hypnotic and alluring. She had a flirtatious, seductive expression and she had black lipstick on. I actually began to relax a little bit. At least now I knew that I wasn’t going crazy and if I was gonna die, at least I would die at the hands of a hot babe. Pierre continued to behave aggressively. That was until this ghost hottie held out her hand towards him and gave him a piece of bacon. He gobbled it up immediately and started acting much friendlier towards the woman, wagging his tail at her, likely expecting more.
“My hero…” I said sarcastically.
Really, French Bulldogs were meant to be watch dogs, not guard dogs and most dogs will trust any human that gives them food. I never thought I’d need a guard dog up until now though. I continued breathing heavily, still very much afraid.
“Who are you?” I asked. “What do you want?”
The silent ghost girl looked at me again. As lightning flashed one more time, I could see that she looked rather youthful. About my age. She then smiled at me, more warmly than creepily. She then surprised me by stripping out of my bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her body and oh, Lord, what a body it was. Her skin was that same grayish color all over. Even her nipples were gray but she really made it work. Her tits looked to be about F cups like mine. She then began striking poses, as if she was showing herself off to me. She twirled around and moved her endlessly long black mane out of the way to show me her thick, rippled, meaty, heart shaped ass. It was magnificent. And then there was her pussy. The only actual pink on her but very whitish pink. It looked so ripe, juicy and delicious.
At this point, I was starting to get less terrified and more turned on. Still, my brain was having a hard time processing all of this and neither she nor I said a word as she pushed me back down onto my bed and pulled my blankets away from me, revealing my full naked body. I began to blush. The ghost girl then crawled onto the bed and on top of me as Pierre got onto his pillow again, as if he now considered the whole thing a false alarm. The ghost girl laid her full weight onto me, pressing F cup to F cup and nose to nose as she licked her lips.
“What are you…?” Before I could finish my question, she silenced my mouth with her own.
Her tongue explored my mouth passionately and thoroughly. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore and I kissed her back. I hugged her body into mine. Her mass of raven hair took up pretty much the entirety of her back and its softness and silkiness was pretty much all I could feel on my hands and arms as I hugged her into me. As we made out, she spread her legs with my own and sunk her lower lips down on top of mine.
“Mmmmm…” I moaned into the kiss.
I felt her pussy sink into and fully latch onto my own. Our lower lips made out every bit as passionately as our upper lips did. Her smooth skin on mine, her thick, soft hair in my hands, her tongue exploring my mouth and wrestling against my own and her gray nipples dueling with my pink ones until they were able to penetrate into my areolas…It was all just so intoxicating. This had gone from being a horrible nightmare to a glorious dream that I hoped I would never ever wake up from. However, my sensual bliss would soon take on a different tone.
As the ghost girl had her way with me, I could feel her intentions. She was very much trying to dominate me. I could feel it. She put all of her weight on me, pinning me down on my bed, not letting me move an inch as she used me for her pleasure. Upon realizing that, my emotions had shifted yet again. I started to get pissed. This ghost bitch had been haunting me for days. Eating my food, using my hot water and running up my bills, spying on me for who knows when and how long…and now she just thinks she can fuck me in my own bed in the middle of the night? Like Hell! I felt transgressed and taken advantage of and I was not going to have any of it!…But I certainly wasn’t gonna stop fucking her either.
“Mmmmmfffff!!!” I groaned into her mouth as I did everything I could to fight back.
I tried to roll her off of me and shift my position to the top. She seemed to have caught onto my plan and tried to resist but I soon managed to force her off of me and push her onto the bed, breaking the kiss in a spray of saliva as we both breathed heavily. Pierre had gotten up off of his pillow and gave me a sad look like a child seeing his parents argue. We just stared at each other silently as we panted. This bitch was hot. Probably the hottest bitch I’d ever seen in my life and that includes myself. She just looked so exotic and alluring. What I was doing was technically necrophilia, I guess but she started it and I planned on finishing it. I had so many questions for her swimming through my head but all of them were secondary. Right now, I just wanted to teach her a lesson for fucking with me in my own home and violating the privacy that I held so dear.
We both caught our breath at the same time and she smiled. We actually looked rather similar. Even down to our bangs covering our right eyes. Her hair was much longer than mine but other than that, she basically looked like me going through a goth phase. I flipped my long mane of platinum blonde hair back and pounced on her as Pierre jumped off of the bed. We wrestled and rolled around in a catball as our grunts of effort and pleasure were the only thing that could be heard besides the occasional thunderclap. I finally managed to pin her down and smiled as my hair ran down her luscious, gray skin. I was ready to start giving her a taste of her own medicine.
“Oh!” She cried as I pussy fucked her.
I humped as brutally as I could, making my F cups and my long hair bounce around in response. Sexfighting another woman had been a long time fantasy of mine. I had read many hot stories about it. You’d be surprised at how passionate of a community it has. What better opportunity to live out that fantasy than on her? The ghost girl pulled me down by my hair and we engaged in another lustful, heated make out session. She was such an amazing kisser. Perfect amount of tongue, lip and spit. Not too much, nor too little. Just right. She had to have done this before. I kissed her back as I continued humping her but I began to feel her trib back upwards into me.
“Mmmfff!!” I yelped into the kiss.
She took advantage of my momentary distraction to force both herself and me up, putting us into a sitting scissor position. We broke the kiss with a pop of our lips, leaving a trail of spit between our mouths. We wasted no time in grinding against one another. Fucking Hell, her cxnt felt amazing on mine. As if my own twat had been missing something its entire life and her twat was exactly that. I reached behind her and pulled her thick, dark hair. She quickly pulled my hair in retribution as we fucked like rabbits. I could feel her clit and my clit pressing together as I used my free hand to reach behind her and grabbed a nice, tight handful of her round, shapely ass. It felt so firm and tender. She grabbed my ass right back, squeezing hard. Soon, I began to feel my orgasm beginning to show itself and I could somehow tell that hers was well on its way too. We just kept tribbing and tribbing and tribbing until it finally happened.
“Ohhhhhhh!!!!” We both screamed as we climaxed.
I felt her hot fluids pump inside of me and I knew that she was feeling me pump my own right into her. As our orgasms subsided, we both rested our chins in each other’s shoulders, panting like dogs into the other girl’s ear.
“You’re good.” She said, finally breaking her silence. “Very good even.”
She playfully licked at my ear as she finished her sentence.
“Who are you?” I asked. “What do you want from me?”
“My name is Ramona.” She answered. “And have I not made it perfectly clear what I want from you? Lila, is it?”
“Why me?” I asked.
“Past tenants in this apartment have been either unattractive or couldn’t keep up with me.” She said,
Her voice was dead sexy. It gave me goosebumps.
“But you’re different, baby.” She said seductively. “Which is why you’re going to be my new girlfriend.”
“What?” I asked in bafflement as we pulled away and now looked each other dead in the eye.
“You heard me, hot stuff.” She said. “It’ll be great. We can have sleepovers, have tons of lesbian sex, do each other’s hair, have tons of lesbian sex, watch movies, have tons of lesbian sex, gossip about other bitches, have tons of lesbian sex, take long baths together, have tons of lesbian sex, paint each other’s nails…Did I mention the tons of lesbian sex?”
I was staring off into space, jaw dropped as she rambled on. This bitch had been doing all of this to me just because she wanted a girlfriend? Pierre had jumped back on the bed, likely sensing that the conflict was over as Ramona began petting him and he snuggled up to her.
“Your little doggy already likes me.” She said sweetly. “You named him Pierre? That’s cute.”
“That’s what this is all about?” I asked. “You’ve been leeching off of me in my own home for this?”
“Don’t say it like that, babe.” Ramona said. “I just liked fucking with you is all. In every sense of the word.”
“You bitch!” I cursed. “Get out of my apartment right now!”
I tried grabbing a hold of her to try and force her out but my hands phased right through her.
“I’m a ghost, remember?” She asked teasingly. “I can turn any part of my body invisible and/or intangible whenever I want. Right down to the molecule, even. WHy do you think past tenants never said anything about me? I can just disappear and make them look like crazy people. And I’ll do just that to you if you try and snitch on me.”
I let out a massive, exasperated sigh.
“Fuck my life…” I said in a dejected voice.
“I’d rather fuck something else of yours.” Ramona joked. “Oh and I don’t need sustenance but I can still eat for my own enjoyment. Hence your food. You even seem to like taking baths as much as I do. We’re gonna get along just fine.”
“The Hell we are!” I argued. “You’ve been haunting me for days and then you rape me in my bed and you expect me to welcome you with open arms?!”
“You loved every second of that, you slut.” Ramona argued. “I just wanted to make my introduction a memorable one. Looks like I succeeded.”
My mind was racing with so many conflicting emotions right now. She really wasn’t leaving me much of a choice. I could either stay here and try to make the best of this batshit insane situation or I can throw in the towel and find a new place for myself and Pierre to live but we had just gotten here and it was the middle of a global pandemic. I sighed out loud again. I wasn’t gonna let this ghost bitch win. This was my home and if I have to put her in her place every once in a while, I would. I may be a socially awkward introvert but I have to stand up for myself. I wasn’t going to be a doormat.
“As much as I’d love to keep fucking you, it is getting late.” Ramona said.
I looked at my bedside clock to see that it was now 3:00 AM.
The ghostly, raven beauty then got up and walked into my closet to get some spare pillows for herself.
“Let’s hit the sack.” She said.
“In the same bed?” I asked.
“Where else?” She asked rhetorically. “I had taken the spare bedroom up until now but that’s not necessary any longer. Besides, are you gonna tell me that you don’t love some post sex cuddling?”
“You’re lucky that you’re such a hot bitch, Ramona.” I said with a defeated exhale.
“I know I am.” She said proudly. “And we’ll just call tonight a tie…for now.”
“Fine.” I agreed. “One more thing though.”
“What is it?” Ramona asked.
“Why this apartment?” I asked. “Who exactly are you? Why are you here?”
Surprisingly, she seemed rather flustered by my questions.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Lila.” She said rudely.
“Aren’t we supposed to be girlfriends now?” I asked.
“Well, we have to get to know each other first.” She argued.
“You already know just about everything about me from your spying.” I argued. “But I’m not allowed to learn more about you?”
“No!” She said firmly.
“Fine…” I relented. “Just get in bed.”
“Now that’s what a good girlfriend is supposed to do.” Ramona said cheerfully.
I don’t know why she was so reluctant to talk about herself or her past but I would get to the bottom of it. For now though, I just had to get some sleep. I thought I would have trouble sleeping with Ramona next to me but her presence oddly comforted me. Her hair was so long that she used it to blanket both of us. Pierre snuggled in between us as we all drifted off to sleep. This was what my life had become. I now had a ghost girlfriend against my will. It’s like something out of a bad, Halloween themed porno. Or something that some talentless writer on Hostboard would make up. Still, I had to make the best of it. Ramona was drop dead gorgeous, at least and one hellacious fuck. I looked forward to those parts at least. What was I gonna do with her? She was very mischievous and would do anything that amused her or brought her pleasure.
Still, best to work this out in the morning. For now, the feeling of snuggling up with her was just way too much for me. She spooned me in my bed as she ran her fingers through my hair and once again rested her head chin first on my shoulder. She felt so warm and inviting. I expected her skin to feel cold and dead but it was the exact opposite.
“Good night, my hot new girlfriend.” She whispered seductively into my ear.
I wanted to say something back but I found myself getting way too tired to say anything as she wrapped her legs around mine and pushed her tits into my back, letting my hair tickle her nipples. My mind then went totally blank.
