Jenny
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Chapter 3: Jenny and Buddy
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 3: Jenny and Buddy - I’m a trucker, I drive my own tractor trailer rig and have it almost paid off. One night I was deadheading from Austin to a town only twenty miles away on a clear afternoon. The sunset was one of those that you remember for a long time. Then out of nowhere it started pouring down rain, lightening coming down all around. Suddenly there was the figure of a woman walking on the side of the road. There wasn’t a shoulder! I swerved but I didn’t know if I had hit her or not! I stopped to see…
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Halloween Prostitution
For the next year I read everything I could find about the paranormal, especially ghosts! I found that there is zero scientific proof of ghosts. Not even poltergeists have been scientifically proven to exist. Even those History channel Ghost Hunter series with their electromagnetic sensors and temperature variations and camera catches were judged to not scientifically prove the existence of them. But as far as anecdotal evidence there was enough to keep me reading all year. Stories have been written about life after death for over three thousand years.
Ancient Egyptians believed in an afterlife and prepared for the journey. Homer and Plato wrote about the existence of ghosts, Vikings had Valhalla, Indian tribes buried their dead up high to help the spirits of the dead transcend to the spiritual afterlife. Spirit animals were matched to a warrior when he completed his manhood trials.
But what was even more remarkable was the number of people who were professional college educated and conservative that had encountered ghosts. They ran the gamut from a cold spot in a room that was hot, drawers opening that should have been closed, pictures knocked off a wall or table, and apparitions in the periphery of sight that disappear when looked at directly. But nowhere did he find an instance that paralleled what had happened to him! Not even where a ghost kissed a living human being much less had full on sex with one!
Buddy couldn’t keep Jenny off his mind. Driving alone late at night he often replayed the night in his mind, her look, the way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she tasted. It was on a lonely stretch of Interstate ten between Las Cruces and Deming, New Mexico, that he finally came to the stunning realization that he was deeply in love with Jenny! For the next six months he tried to talk himself out of being in love with a ghost!
Over and over while traveling hundreds of miles, he tried reasoning with his heart that having any kind of relationship with a ghost that only appeared one night a year to have sex with a man, any man, that happened to be available, was ridiculous! He couldn’t rationalize it, more importantly he couldn’t shake the love he felt for her.
So it wasn’t an accident that on October thirty first he was at the exact same place on the same road he had been on the year before. He wasn’t even sure that she would pick him again, or that she would remember him from before. He just had to try! If it didn’t work out then he would know that it had been just a one off. A one time thing that would never repeat. But he had to know!
Just like the previous year the stars were shining bright, the moon would be rising later that night, later than the year before and in a different phase. If the moon had played a part in what had happened it would be several years before it would be exactly the same.