Listen. “Force”masc spectrophilia. You’re getting ready for a shower and you feel a cool breeze gently blow over your pussy and you feel humiliation swell in your chest, a horrible dysphoric feeling. You don’t want to look in the mirror, so you turn out the lights. Faintly glowing, a cold presence stands behind you, and you feel its icy hands rest on your shoulders. Not imposing or suffocating, but cooling, like a summer breeze.
You’re gently guided in front of the mirror, and the face of the specter haunting you reveals itself. Sad eyed, sweaty, and undeniably historical looking, he holds your chin and forces you to look at your faintly lit reflection. They slowly smooth their hands over your chest, and you’re expecting them to cup your breasts, but their hands phase right through them. In the dark, in the soft blue glow of your ghostly visitor illuminates your body just enough for you to make out the outline of a flat chest.
You see yourself as you were always meant to be, as you see yourself in your head, how your soul truly is. Angular, chiseled, muscular; undeniably masculine. You want to weep as the ghost sets their chin on your shoulder, smiling softly at the recognition in your eyes.
“Now you can see it too,” they whisper against the shell of your ear. “The way I see your spirit, and not tethered to the mortal plane.”
And you nearly weep as they reach down to caress your hips, illuminating your crotch. Instead of the horror you expect, you see what you’ve felt was there for so many years; a phantom cock. Perfect in size and shape, throbbing in time with your heartbeat, standing half erect as ghostly fingertips trace over it.
“Can you feel it? Nobody’s touched it before, have they, angel? Every mortal only sees what’s skin deep. I see you as you truly are.”
And for the first time ever, you feel a hand cup your balls and trace tantalizingly over your shaft. You shudder and lean back against your spectral companion, tears streaming down your face as you caress their face, trying not to phase through them. Then they ask you what they came here to ask:
“Please fuck me? I know you fuck spirits, and I’m desperate for a man to fill the aching hole in my soul… It’s been so long since I’ve felt somebody warm. Especially a hard, hot, throbbing cock inside of me.”
You bend them over the sink, right in front of the mirror, and you use them as they let out ghostly wails and moans of pleasure, praising you for how big your cock is, how perfectly you’re filling them, how they feel like you’re going to get them pregnant. For the first time ever, you feel confident in your body, you feel as you’ve felt you should have always been. You feel like your body aligns with your mind, and right now you only have one thing on your mind; the squeeze of a nice tight hole around your cock, and the sweet moans of a desperate spirit underneath you.
Let’s just say, you’re getting haunted more often, and you’re spending a lot more time with the lights out.~
