Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Ignoring her, I kept screaming the name of my Savior and Lord "Jesus!" till my eyes blast open and I woke up frightened, looking around scared to the teeth and out of air. Sweating like someone that just concluded a marathon. My dick on fire like a chilly pepper was applied to it. As though the windows were open, a sudden chill swept through me, cutting on the marrow of my bones.

The door burst open and my mother came in, already panicking, she asked

"What is it? What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing mama, it was just a dream" I stuttered in denial.

"Just a dream that woke you up and you are sweating like a Christmas goat?" she asked unbelief written all over her face.

I took a deep breath before responding "It was a nightmare".

"What was it about?" she joined me in the bed and placed her cold hand over my warm shoulders.

"Common, open up and tell your mother".

"I was swimming in a river when a furious mermaid chased after me till it got me. Fighting for my life, I woke up to discover it was a dream" I lied. Knowing who my mother was, I couldn't tell her I had sex with a girl in a river and she turned into a mermaid. That certainly means I have a spiritual wife and the solution is about a week of dry fasting and prayers that will be concluded with deliverance by a very powerful man of God. I wasn't ready for all that and really needed to return to Philomena in the big city.

"Hmm," she exclaimed. "That's strange," she thought aloud.

I nodded gently in agreement.

"Is there any girl you are chasing in the big city?"

"Good!" she hedged for few seconds, then resume in a more courteous tone "Because that mermaid after you could be an angry spiritual husband of a girl that is jealous, thinking you want to take his wife in this physical world. Some of these girls you see walking about are not really humans. Some of them are from the water and they already have husbands and children over there. They will come here to deceive young man and put them and their families in spiritual warfare they might never come out from…"

Mother kept talking but I was no longer paying attention. I have heard those warming over and over again it has lost its value and forethought. Instead, I thought of Philomena, my love.

It was now over three months since that first time on the couch in the parlour. Things had been really exciting, crazy, thrilling and mostly sexual between us. We have done it in every position and style you could think of using porn as our guard. Being a first timer in the game of love at that time, I could proudly say I was in love.

It had been a week since I saw her as I came to visit my mother and couldn't wait to return to her in the big city. I really missed her and that was probably why I had that stupid dream about a mermaid. She can't be from the water like my mother was suggesting. I am her only spiritual and physical lover.

She isn't that beautiful. It is believed that exceptionally beautiful girls are usually the ones with spiritual husbands. If one makes sexual advances towards them in the physical world, the spiritual husband comes for the individual in the physical world. Their weapons of warfare range from ill luck, hardship, unfruitfulness, barrenness, marriage failure and strange nightmares like the one I just experienced.

"As you go back to your Aunt's place today" I resumed listening to my mother "Take good care of yourself. Stay away from women as you have always done. Also pray for yourself, from time to time fast. Get down on your both knees and beseech God in prayers. A man can also have a spiritual wife even without knowing it…"

"God forbid…" I rejected it immediately.

My mother laughed despite herself, a little of her brown teeth showing against her smooth dark chin. Her voice sounded like a grinding machine.

"Yes," she hangs back and laughed some more "That mermaid can be a spiritual wife after you. That is why you must pray"

"Alright mama, I have heard you," I said seeking for a way to end the conversation as it was getting uncomfortable.

"Ok oh! I have said my own and that is all I can do" she said with arms open towards the heavens. "The ear that will listen to advice doesn't have to be as big as a fisherman's cap"

I nodded, "Thank you, mama," I said and she pulled me in for a tight hug; so tight that her hair brushed against my chin. It took back to my childhood days when I was afraid of thunder and lightning and would rush to her arms to bury myself in the reassuring scent of her red rose perfume, tinged with the smell of firewood and starched cotton.

Whenever she was down, I would put a smile on her face with promises of building her skyscrapers in the big city. Now I was in the big city and instead of working on bringing that promise to live, I was busy having sex with Philo. I sighed as I felt a fresh rush of guilt.

"What is it?" she asked not breaking away from the hug.

"Nothing Mummy. I love you"

"Hmmm, that's new" she giggled; "You went to Lagos and learned how to be sweet"

I snorted a laugh "Yes Mummy…"

"Alright, that's good" she released me from the hug "Let me go and prepare the things you will take to my sister-in-law as you returned to the city" she stood up, adjusted her wrapper and gently walked out of the room. I hurriedly packed my things, reminiscing about the sexual adventures I had with Philomena and thought of the new ones were going to create today went I see her.