Anise

As Anise strolled down the dark wet street, she felt a breeze across her thighs, as if from a ghostly hand. Her silken black skirt was adorned with a very high slit to the right hip. The thought of a hand creeping up that slit to her bare hip made a shiver climb up her spine. As the mist of rain started to fall, her white satin blouse began to cling to her bare breast like soft hands. The farther she walked, the more she felt the ghostly hands against her skin. She began to feel uneasy at the thought of something immortal following her, and touching her in her soft sensual places as she moved....

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