I had a girlfriend a few years ago who had the most bizarre fantasy that turned out to be hot.

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, but sometimes it was a fictional archetype like a 1920s mobster or a British duke. She was incredibly creative and detailed once she’d come 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.

She resembled a smoking-hot, grown-up Wednesday Addams, with long, straight, dark hair and piercing... Read More