| Spiritual Interactions, Part 1 My name was Kayla and I am dead. I was born in 1958, and I died in 1963. I remember it well. It is my first and only memory of my mortal life. I drowned. I don't like thinking about it, or talking about it to anybody. It was no accident, and I still remember who did it. It was a person I trusted, and they betrayed me to my demise. The bridge between the physical and the spiritual was lifted for me. I don't want to use the word ghost, but it's the best word I can come up with for what I am. To me, I am still very real, although I've come to accept that other physical beings cannot see me. When people walk through me, they suddenly get a very cold chill up their spine. I can interact with physical objects. I cannot pass through solid objects. It is a rather odd thing to describe, but if I step in a puddle, the water ripples and moves under my feet, but to physical beings, they can not see any of the water rippling or moving. I can also age, as odd as that sounds. I can exist at any point in time I wish. It is a rather lonely existence. Physical beings tend to ignore the obvious like a "misplaced" item. Has it ever occured to anybody that the reason the item's been misplaced or gone is because I'm simply trying to communicate with them? No. Children are blamed. Socks simply disappear without a trace, and other such things are explained off. I wandered the earth for 3 years like this, slowly coming to terms with what I am now, with people ignoring me completely despite my attempts to communicate. I've lost track of time and where I am. I can be anywhere and at any time I want to, but I don't know quite where or when I am. A discarded newspaper says it's October 2009 on the day when I met her. I'm at a abandoned train station. There are people everywhere. Noone can see me of course. They're all in rags, huddled around barrels of fire. Not that it matters much to me, I can not feel heat or cold anymore. I gave up trying to communicate with the physical a long time ago, now I just wander, but today my life would change. I am exploring a old train car when the door opens, and a woman no older then 19 walks in. Blonde hair, green eyes. I am drawn to her. She is wearing very old ratty clothes, and then she stops and stares right at me with fear, I stare back. She can't be looking at me, can she? She is. I must look downright terrifying to her, a 8 year old spirit wandering around what must be where she lives. I know what I look like to her. I didn't know what to do. Then she speaks. "W... Who are you?" A rather odd first question coming from the terrified young woman. "I used to be called Kayla" "Used to be?" "I'm dead." At this point her eyes widen even more with fear as my words sink in, but at the same time, there's a hint of curiousity in them too. "Dead?" "I don't really want to talk about it. I was drowned." There is a long and awkward silence.... "Are you a ghost?" "No. I don't believe so." Even more silence.. I hate not knowing what to say. At this point I give up, and I decide to leave the terrified woman alone, and I vanish, probably scaring her even more. Something draws me back though. It's only been a few days for me, but I do not know why I return. I go back to that same train and instead of entering, I peer in through one of the windows. What I see is a rather odd sight. She's looking at a drawing she made of a transparent young girl completely nude. Her ratty jeans and panties have been discarded to the side of the train and with one hand, she's rubbing her breasts, while the other hand is rubbing hard between her legs. Her eyes are closed. As I watch this young woman masturbating to her work of art, I suddenly realize that the young transparent girl is what I look like to her, and she's masturbating to me! A feeling blasts through me a few minutes later, something I've never felt before. Warmth, exhaustion, and I lean against the window I'm next to, not realizing that it opens in and that it's loose. I fall into her train and onto her body. I can feel her. At once her eyes open and once she realizes it's me, she looks into my eyes. "How long have you been there?" I'm extremely nervous. The odd feeling is still blasting through me like a wave. "A..about 5 minutes" "So you saw..." Extremely nervous, I get up to leave in a hurry, then she speaks quietly. "I found out I'm a medium, and that's why I can see you." I don't really know what to say. I don't know what a medium is, and my hesistation is all the time she needed. She approaches me from behind and without a word, lifts my top up enough, and her hands begin to explore my chest. Being a spirit, I'm naturally very cold even though I don't feel it, but her hands explore until they find their targets. "I didn't know spirits still have nipples" and upon saying those words, her hands begin to pinch and roll my 8 year old nipples in her fingers, a very odd sensation shooting through my body, like electricity. She kisses on my neck as her hands move lower, to find my young pussy. "You're so wet already." Wet? I'm a spirit. How can this happen to me? I can feel her fingers moving around in my pussy. "You're blushing too" Me? Blushing? HOW? How is she able to do this to me? I don't have time to dwell on it long though, because her fingers pull out, and she pinches my clit between her thumb and index finger, and I let out a loud grunt as the feeling of electricity shoots through my body again "Your clit's hard too." Again, how? Regardless, her fingers begin to move up and down on my hard clitbud, making me squirm like crazy. I can feel every sensation shooting through my body like fire. I could feel something building. She must of noticed because she stops playing with my clit and pushes two fingers deep inside me, and begins thrusting them hard inside me, her other hand pinching and squeezing my clit. Then it hits me like a tidal wave. I can't help but cry out in pleasure as warmth shoots through my body, and I begin squirming like crazy, but the woman never lets me go, and keeps thrusting fingers into my pussy and squeezes my clit and moves her fingers all over my bud. My vision begins to go white as the sensation overwhelms me. A few seconds later, my vision returns. The woman is still there, looking me over. She speaks quietly into my ear. "I want to help you, if you'll let me." I quietly agree. From this point on, she's my link between the physical, spiritual, and sexual. I am now bond to her until the end of her life. She is my medium now. - Want to see another chapter of the afterlife and sexual awakening of our friendly spirit, Kayla? 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