My Guardian

By Christopher Maddox

Patricia was in love with two different men. These men couldn’t have been more different. One was a businessman, and the other one was a war hero. One was an okay lover, and the other one was an incredible lover. One was alive and vibrant, and the other one was, well, the other one was dead and had been for a hundred and fifty years. Conventional wisdom would tell us that this just isn’t possible. However, it is possible. It’s complicated, it’s rare, but it happens more often than you might think. I mean, hello, if you were having sex with a ghost, would you admit it?
It began when Patricia and her husband, Ben, moved into a Civil War era house that came with a little something extra, a houseguest. Her husband had attentive during the initial part of their marriage. However, he began to feel the pressures of running the family business and was no longer taking care of her needs. Their encounters became so infrequent that she was worried he might be having an affair, and having sex once every two months just wasn’t cutting it. She would never cheat on him under normal circumstances, but it happened slowly over a period of time. An entity in the house made its presence known to her by slowly seducing her while she slept. Assuming that she was dreaming, she didn’t think too much about it, at first, because she was venerable and desperately needed attention. She wondered if there might be something more to these nightly encounters than just a sexy, vivid dream.
The dreams seemed so real, and the orgasms so palpable that she had to find out if she was losing her mind, or if there might be some kind of neurological problem that could account for them.
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The following morning, I woke up around seven-thirty, and Ben had already left. I went downstairs, made a pot of coffee, and searched the internet to see if I could find anything that was similar to what had been happening to me.
I spent about an hour searching, and from a medical point of view, I couldn’t find anything that was even remotely close to what I was experiencing. I was about to give up when I decided to ask a more general question. I asked about having sexual dreams or experiencing spontaneous orgasms. When I pressed enter, I was surprised to find dozens of references where people claim to have had sex with ghosts or spirits.
At first, I thought that the idea of having sex with a ghost was absurd if not downright humorous. But then I began to think about how old this house was and the fact that I had no idea what might have happened here a hundred years ago. Then, I thought back about the fact that the house had turned over three times in the last five years, and I began to wonder.
I have always believed in spirits and guardian angels. I chuckled at the thought that my guardian angel was giving me the sex that I needed because my husband was slacking terribly.
“That’s what they were supposed to do, isn’t it?” I laughed aloud. “Aren’t they supposed to take care of the person they’re guarding?” I grinned still thinking about the absurdity of it.
Then I got a little scared because I began to wonder if there really could be a ghost here in the house with us. I shivered and broke out in goosebumps as I wondered if he might try to hurt me in some way? Would he ever try to rape me simply for his own pleasure? What would happen if I tried to refuse him?
I took a deep, calming breath and sighed. I recall thinking that the whole situation was getting silly because the thought of actually having sex with a ghost seemed absurd even though there were dozens of references to it on the internet. People have claimed that it actually happens; however, if it does happen, it must be extremely rare.
Apparently, most people are afraid to talk about it. I mean, who would want to admit that they’ve been having sex with a ghost. Everyone would probably think that they were insane. Who knows, maybe they were they insane? On the same token, pe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Maddox
• Release date: May 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301792412

Christopher Maddox

I have always been addicted to love and romance. I like strong, independent women, so I tend to write about strong female characters that either start out strong or develop whatever inner strength is needed to see them through. My heroes and heroines are sometimes flawed because mistakes and imperfections always build character and strength in strong people. Some of my stories are taken from life’s experiences while others are drawn from experiences I wish I’d had. In my world, there are no boundaries to the limitless pleasures that can be found in the female form or from the joy that can be shared between lovers. However, my books are not about page after page of mindless, non-stop sex, but when it is appropriate, I try to make it real. Where love and romance have a chance to blossom, intimacy is usually part of the equation because it is the fuel that ignites the desire that leads to love. I like to think of myself as an adult romance writer with a moral compass. I live in Florida with my wife and three, poorly trained, dogs. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I love happy endings. I love hearing from my readers and appreciate their comments and suggestions. Click on the link below if you would like to send me a message. Thank you. [e-mail]

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My Guardian

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Christopher Maddox

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Copyright 2013 Christopher Maddox

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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including graphic sexual acts. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Buying a Piece of History

Chapter 2 Vivid Dreams of Sex

Chapter 3 What is Happening to Me?

Chapter 4 Who is My New Lover?

Chapter 5 Realizing the Truth

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Chapter 1

Buying a Piece of History

Ben, my loving husband and I had just moved to Charleston, South Carolina, from Atlanta, Georgia, so he could manage a chain of electronics stores we had just purchased. They were independently owned franchises from one of the popular, nationally known retailers, which were usually located in malls or strip centers. Ben knew this business well, for he had worked for the same franchise since he had graduated from college.

We purchased these stores through a broker who lived in the area. He had been in the brokerage business all of his life. He wouldn’t tell us exactly how old he was, but he did say that he was north of eighty. He was a true, southern gentleman and insisted on calling me Mrs. Sullivan instead of Patricia or Pattie. No matter how hard I tried, I could never get him to call me by my first name. It was always Mrs. Sullivan. I never took offence to it because he was such a nice man.

We gave him instructions to keep our identity a secret until after the closing documents had been signed. The reason for all of the secrecy was because Ben still worked for a group of investors and managed several of these same stores for them in Atlanta.

This all started close to six years ago when Ben had gone to work for this group after he graduated from college. He was put into a management-training program, and within a few months, he was promoted to manager of one of their retail outlets. Since the brand name was well known nationally, they did well even in a depressed economy.

After five years of employment, Ben had risen up the ranks of the organization and was now an area manager in charge of six retail outlets.

We met in college. He was a senior, majoring in business administration, and I was a sophomore, majoring in history. He was tall, handsome, and in good shape. He wasn’t muscle bound, but he wasn’t skinny either. He was actually sort of nerdy, which is what initially attracted me to him.

I had already had my share of jocks, who acted as if they walked around with their phallus in their hand all the time. It’s kind-of-like that’s all they had going for themselves because if it didn’t involve sports, muscles, or sex, there was nothing left for them to talk about. They were good for two things, football and–well, you get the idea. I mean, hello, after sex, there just wasn’t anything left.

I wasn't even sure if Ben dated because he seemed more interested in his studies than he was in girls. As it turned out, he had dated a little here and there, but his focus was definitely not on girls. I had to flirt with him for two weeks to get him to ask me out, and I wasn’t used to having to work at getting guys to hit on me.

I didn't find out that he was still a virgin until after we had gone out for a couple weeks, and by that time, I was climbing the walls I was so horny. I couldn't figure out why he hadn't tried to get in my panties. At that time, two weeks without sex was like an eternity for me. Well, it still is.

On the other hand, I had been having sex since I was in high school. Back then, what we did was mostly oral sex and anal sex, neither of which we considered sex. According to our president, at that time, sex was vaginal penetration, so we considered what we were doing an extension of foreplay. As a result, I had actually been having sex for two years, but technically, I was still a virgin.

I eventually lost my virginity to one of the boys that I was dating during summer vacation between high school and college. I started taking birth control pills after graduating, and I simply decided that I wanted to know what real sex felt like. After all, I was starting college and was ready to start getting more serious with my relationships.

Before this, if I was with someone I liked and wanted to play around, it meant that we would please each other orally most of the time. So one night after my boyfriend pleasured me orally, I had a surprise for him. I told him that I was on the pill and that I wanted him to make love to me, which he was more than willing to do. Well, needless to say, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I knew, back then, I wasn’t unattractive because of all the attention I had received in high school and college, but I never let it go to my head. I think the reason for that was because my mother was beautiful and she constantly reminded me that good looks would only get you the first date.

It’s what’s inside of you, she said, that will bring them back and will eventually lead to happiness. I knew she was right because I had been with a lot of the handsome jocks, and most of them were creeps with nothing in their hearts or in their heads.

I stood five foot ten inches tall. At one hundred and twenty-four pounds, I was slender with long, silky-blond hair down to my chest. My breasts weren’t large, but they were firm and perky. I had a flat, smooth tummy, thin hips, and a nice round bottom. I had been told, on more than one occasion, that my ass was my sexiest feature.

Anyway, after dating Ben for two weeks and not getting anything more than a kiss on the cheek at the door when he said goodnight, I knew I had to take control of the situation and lead the way. It was up to me to show him why girls were designed differently than boys.

It's funny how you can get to know someone better when you don’t just jump in the sack with them on your first or second date. Perhaps, it’s because you concentrate on them as a person instead of simply having something hard to put between your legs. I started liking him right away because he liked me, for me, and not just because I was spreading my thighs for him. I knew that if we were to have a chance, I would have to become the aggressor.

I didn’t have to have sex all the time. However, I did have to have it, and after dating him for two weeks or so, I decided that it was time for him to have sex with me.

I became more aggressive and started by exposing more of my cleavage to him. It was a painfully slow process. One evening, I purposefully did not wear a bra and had my blouse unbuttoned half way down because I was determined to make some progress. With the inner curve of my breasts exposed, and after I practically shoved my cleavage in his face, he got the idea that I actually wanted him to touch them.

He was painfully shy and nervous, but I could tell that he was excited because of the bulge in his pants. Finally, he began to play with them, and we started our long, steady march toward him losing his virginity. By the end of the first evening, he had gotten his first blowjob. After that, it was all downhill for him because he became a very willing and eager student.

We spent the next few weeks, trying to fit in as much school as we could in between our sexual encounters. After two months of incredible sex, he couldn't get enough of me, and I had fallen in love with my nerd. Oh, yes, I made sure he learned how to do all of the luscious, little things that made me a very happy and contented woman.

By the time Ben had graduated, he had proposed to me, and of course, I accepted. How could he not propose to me? I had opened up a completely new world to him, and he loved every last, salacious minute of it. I knew I had him that first night when I gave him his first blowjob, and he came in my mouth.

The next two years were tough on us because he had to move to Atlanta for his new job, and I was stuck, in Columbia, South Carolina until I graduated.

It never crossed my mind that he might cheat on me just because we would have to spend so much time apart. I knew he was devoted to me because of his actions and his words. He had told me many times how lucky he felt to have caught the eye of such a beautiful girl. For my part, I stocked up on dildos and batteries and braced myself for relatively long dry spells.

During