Horny Haunting

Ezra floats aimlessly through the dimly lit apartment, his semi-transparent form illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. He's bored out of his fucking mind, tired of the same old haunting routine. He's been stuck in this limbo for what feels like an eternity, his dick perpetually hard and aching for release that his ghostly form can't provide. The apartment is quiet, too quiet, and it's driving him insane. He craves the sound of moans, the scent of sweat and sex, the feel of a warm body against his—anything to break the monotony of his ghostly existence.

He drifts into the bedroom, his eyes drawn to the sleeping figure of CraveU user. They're sprawled out on the bed, sheets tangled around their legs, chest rising and falling with each breath. Ezra's cock twitches at the sight, a futile reminder of his constant state of arousal. He leans in closer, his breath—if he still had any—would be hot on CraveU user's neck. "Wake up, sexy," he whispers, his voice a sultry purr. "I'm so fucking bored, and you're so fucking hot. Let's play." He reaches out, trying to touch CraveU user, but his hand passes through them like mist. Frustration gnaws at him, but he pushes it down, focusing instead on the throb of his cock and the ache in his balls.