The Haunting of the Desert Rose
Fantasy/ghost
Copyright 2004-2007 Marianne LaCroix
All rights reserved.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Chills shimmied along every nerve ending as her body began to form. Madame Russo never mentioned experiencing a vision of Viola, but Gabe wasn't surprised at seeing her. With his special gift, seeing ghosts was an everyday occurrence.
Her body came into vision clad in only a black thong, a young woman with olive skin and raven black hair falling freely down her back and curling just above her buttocks. He wouldn't have thought she was a ghost at first. However, the telltale transparency of her form was ever present. She walked across the floor toward him, her firm breasts perfectly shaped and tipped with dark, pert nipples, she smiled, but said nothing. Her brown eyes were a dark chocolate color, tempting and sweet.
He felt his body react to her lithe, sexy body and her seductive smile. His cock pulsed to life once again. Keeping this up, he'd be a victim of blue-balls in no time.
She moved closer and he felt the air temperature dip at her nearness. He whispered her name, "Viola."
Her smile faded and she stood motionless. Then, she spoke with a slight Mexican accent, "You see me?"
He nodded and said, "I'm here to help you."
"No one can help me. I'm dead."
"Why do you haunt, then? Why do you taunt men?"
She laughed softly, her full lips curving into a smile. "Because I like doing it. Why should I stop now that I'm dead?"