A few years back I dated a girl who had the most bizarre fantasy: She wanted to have a threesome with me and… a ghost.

It sounds like a joke, and I laughed the first time she told me about it, but when we actually got into it, it was weirdly erotic.

The identity of the ghost changed almost every time. Sometimes it was a famous dead person, other times it was a fictional archetype, like a 1920s mobster or a British duke. Melissa was incredibly creative once she came up with a new character. When we were in the moment, I ignored the “ghost” part and found myself pretending there was another person present. For her, the ghost component was critical.

Melissa resembled a sexy, grown-up Wednesday Addams, with long, straight black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her skin was so pale it looked... Read More