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the core of my pleasure. At the same time I felt a hot moist mouth settle onto my lips and something hot and wet bathed both breasts. I was helpless against the totality of the onslaught. I lay writhing on the filthy floor of the elevator, moaning as my ghostly lover ignited every pleasure center in my traitorous body.
    The invisible fingers moved with a lover’s rhythm and I pressed my knees together as I felt an explosion building around the ghostly touch. My hips flew off the floor and my knees jerked apart in mindless submission. I felt my power spark in response to my body’s explosive heat and I let it loose, hoping it could save me somehow. Instead of exploding away from me as I expected, the power surged and pulsed as if it had been joined by another power surge and wrapped around me like a blanket, pulling my spectral lover more tightly against my body and enhancing every feeling his ministrations had ignited.
    Suddenly a different spectral part replaced the fingers and all rational thought went bye-bye. My body wrapped around the huge, hard invader and sucked it happily in, while my frantic body jerked and built toward a release that I knew wasn’t far away.
    My skin burned from the exquisite torture of the spectral ministrations in harmony with the heated probing of my own power as it slid around and through me, heightening my pleasure and bringing my spectral lover almost into the visible plane. As my pulse beat at an alarming rhythm and the pressure built until I felt the throbbing in my head, something wavered above me and, for just a millisecond, I saw black silk flowing around a masculine face with strong lines and the outline of a long, hard body. But the form faded away before I could really see it and my invisible lover’s ministrations increased, driving all thought of physical form from my mind.
    I climbed closer and closer to that peak, begging my invisible assailant with my mind, not to stop. Oh Hades no, never stop but to finish me off. To let me reach that elusive peak that was oh-so close but still just out of reach. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew what was happening was wrong and so very dangerous but the rational part of my brain was being beaten down by the pleasure seeking slut-monkey of my emotional side and I rode the cavalcade of intense feelings with only a tiny feeling of latent guilt. My rational side mumbled something about paying the price later but the slut-monkey quickly and easily sledgehammered my wimpy conscience into silence. The whole thing felt entirely too good to be bad. Didn’t it?
    Finally, screaming at the top of my lungs, I tumbled over that elusive climax with a final thrust of my body. The fiery climax convulsed me for what felt like several minutes before finally subsiding into a pleasant feeling of warmth all over my body and a soft, satisfied throbbing.
    I lay shuddering and panting on the filthy floor of the elevator until feeling returned to my legs. As the doors slid open I felt my ghost lover bend over me one last time. Soft lips touched my ear and words whispered against my sensitive skin, “Until later, lovely Astra.” And then he was gone. The fog in my brain filtered slowly away as the elevator doors slid to full open position.
    It took me a few seconds to realize that I was looking up into a couple of worried-looking sets of eyes. Two of the other tenants of the building were standing out in the hallway, looking down at me sprawled on the filthy floor.
    I started to push myself up and, looking down, realized that at least I was still fully dressed, if a bit rumpled.
    The taller of the two men reached for my hand as I struggled against rubbery limbs. “Are you all right? Have you been attacked?”
    I looked up at him and…amazingly…I laughed, my body still shuddering with pleasure. “You might say that.”
    Looking even more concerned, the second man reached to help me to my feet by placing a hand under my arm. “Should we call for the