Surrogate
through
her as they brushed across her petrified nipples.
    She moaned against the sensation, and that
caused Katrina to cry out again. If Katrina only knew, the pleasure
she received was a mere shadow of what was being sent to her by
this ghostly lover. She wanted to return the pleasure given her, so
she moved into Katrina harder, sucking her clit through her pursed
lips and holding it within the wet folds of her lips while flicking
her tongue sideways across it. At the same time, she filled her
hands with Katrina's breasts, massaging her nipples and running her
hands around her areolas in wide slow circles. Everything she did
to Katrina and every sensation she projected to her subject came
back to her, two-fold.
    Katrina emitted a growling sound through her
clinched jaw, and grabbed at Holly's hair, pushing her face hard
against her. Holly felt her spasms against her lips and let her
clit slip out of her mouth, giving her room to work two fingers
slowly into her. Almost as soon her fingers were in, she felt the
same sensation as warm ghostly fingers probed inside her. She
screamed out creating an echo of her own off the walls before
diving back into Katrina, lapping at her with a vengeance, while
thrusting her fingers in, turning them slightly against the rapidly
contracting walls.
    Pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave,
and she gave in to it, her entire body stiffening and vibrating
from within. She pushed Katrina's spent body away from her and
closed her eyes, allowing the colors of her climax to permeate her
soul. The world went away and her ecstasy-racked body became
weightless. She saw a vision of her disembodied lover come into
focus, but the sight was beyond her eyes, streaming directly into
the deepest, darkest regions of her soul. Loving eyes stared at her
approvingly, and she felt as if she stared back. A smile formed
across the face of her new lover and an eternal connection was
made. She knew, at that very instance, the woman looking at her
possessed the same talents and powers she possessed—they were one
in spirit and formed a connection beyond mere sexual intimacy.
    The face subsided into the darkness and Holly
again felt the weight of her own body as she collapsed into the
bed, Katrina still straddling her face. She rested for what seemed
like hours before she was able to muster the strength to move.
Katrina had moved minutes before, and was already getting dressed.
Reluctantly, she did the same.
    ***
    Marla reeled from the pleasure provided her
by this unseen entity. It was a little scary at first but the
wonderful sensations quenched her fear, smothering it like fingers
pinching a candle's flame. Unseen fingers now massaged her breasts
and the slightest brush across her nipples made them rise
instantly, pinching the skin around them tight as they hardened.
She wanted to return the pleasure she was given, but with no
physical presence, found it difficult to channel her energy.
Concentrating on the source of the ghostly fingers—the soul
connected to the energy—she sent out her own aura like tentacles of
a sea creature, in search of a more physical connection.
    To her amazement, she established a greater
psychic contact with the one sending her pleasure. She found her
connection went beyond mere aura or energy. She felt the physical
being of another. She reached out into the air and felt soft warm
skin. An entire body formed in her mind and she craned her head up
and felt the warmth of skin on her lips. She sensed a reaction to
her touch. The entity moved against her lips. It was so real, she
tasted the saltiness of skin, smelled perfume in the air. Marla
trailed kisses downward until her head rested again on the bed. Her
tongue caught a depression, and she knew it immediately as a
bellybutton, so she circled it, lapping up the slightly salty
warmth, feeling miniscule little hairs stand up against her
tongue.
    Her lover rewarded her efforts with a ghost
tongue following the same path she'd taken down

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