Spectrophilia

Ever heard of it?

I’ll bet one of you dirty fuckers has.

Spectrophilia is the fetish you’ll have if you desire to have sex with a ghost.  Funnily enough I can’t seem to find any examples of ghost porn on the internet, and if there’s one thing I’m good at it’s finding porn.

I wonder if it stops at ghosts, or if it goes further onto all things supernatural.

Fancy gobbling a gobblin?

Fucking a Faery?

Ploughing a Pixie?  If it was like the picture of Pixie Lott I saw in hot pants the other day, then fuck yeah.

How about giving a Leprechaun a Lumpkin?

It just goes to show that people will get off to anything.  Which is why I never get discouraged when I sit in front of my webcam pants-less and tugging away when trawling for net sluts.  Sooner or later I’ll have to cum come across a hot red head with her lesbian twin sister who gets off on seeing a fat, hairy dude on his third consecutive wank.

It can’t be that hard to conceive when you hear about people getting their jollies off of ghosties.  I can still do the old trick of sitting on my hand until it falls asleep, then having a wank that feels like it’s someone else doing it.  If I tell myself a ghost story while I wait for my hand to numb up, I could always imagine it was a ghost whacking me off.

I have to do something, I’m starting to find the supernatural a turn on myself lately.

Remember the crucifix masturbation scene in The Exorcist?  Just thinking about it now is getting me longer and harder than a Stephen Hawking long division quiz.

You may think I’m sick, but you should see the size of the butt plug covered in ectoplasm that just floated in to my bedroom.

Talk about bumping in the night.