Although Touch of a Ghost isn’t exactly a long distance romance, I can’t help but view it in much the same light in certain respects.
Although Benji is very much a presence in Drew’s life and Drew can see and hear him right there in the room, they cannot actually touch. The reason for this is, of course, that Benji is a ghost and only has a corporeal form from sunset to sunrise on Halloween night.
In my mind that makes their relationship not dissimilar to a long distance love, which the two lovers are separated geographically.
With this in mind, I didn’t want to leave my boys completely unsatisfied until Halloween night. I wanted them to at least have a little fun before they got to the main event, so to speak.
Even though they are denied the sense of touch, Drew and Benji can find plenty to do together to enable them to progress their relationship.
With a little imagination the two young men discover that they don’t need to be able to touch each other to find pleasure together.
The couch scene, as it has sometimes been called, was probably one of the most unusual sex scenes I have written, and considering I have written about threesomes, mermen and aliens, that is probably quite an achievement. But what else would you call a sex scene where the two participants never actually touch each other?
With visual stimulation and their voices to tease and torment each other, Benji and Drew practically set the sofa on fire even while in separate dimensions.
On Halloween night, when they are finally able to touch – hence the title of the story being Touch of a Ghost – they can move their relationship onto the next level, but for the rest of the year they are no more able to touch than partners who are separated by distance.
This is why I feel that a romance where one of the partners is a ghost can be viewed like a long distance love. But just like when one of the couple is working away they can look forward to the time they can truly be together again, in the case of Benji and Drew, Halloween night.
Drew Jessop wants a life without ghosts. He doesn’t want to see, hear, or talk to them. Ignoring them should be relatively simple.
But Drew soon finds that Benji Richards, an eternally gorgeous ghost from the fifties, is not so easy to ignore.
Halloween night is approaching and both Drew and Benji know what it could mean for them. From sunset to sunrise, it is the one night of the year when a mortal can feel the touch of a ghost.
Drew leaned forward and put his empty bottle on the table. The match had finished and the commentators were recapping the highlights, so Drew reached for the remote control.
“Well, thank you for having us.” Flora stood up and stretched, as though her joints were still giving her grief as they had apparently done in life.
Drew turned off the television and picked up the crisp packet together with the nearly empty bowl. He tossed the last few crisps into his mouth as he stood up and walked into the kitchen. He left the beer bottles on the table as he contemplated whether to have another. Remembering he had an early start in the morning, he decided against drinking too much. He had a feeling Flora might have an opinion on alcohol intake too. However, when he turned back toward the living area, Flora had vanished.
Benji, on the other hand, still lingered. He remained on the sofa, his arm stretched along the back and his chin resting on it as he stared at Drew directly.
“You’re very rude, you know?” Benji commented idly. “Not saying a single word to us all evening like that. You could at least have said hello.”
Drew ignored him as he turned off the lights.
“I know you can see us. Your eyes give you away.”
Drew suspected Benji might be guessing, but if he said a single word in response that guess would be confirmed. He had to keep quiet. That way he could still maintain a normal life.
“Not going to admit it, huh?” Benji said. “Well, I’ll stop by again tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be more talkative then. If you are, I might just tell you how I know you’re gay, if you ask nicely.” With that comment, Benji flashed Drew one final killer smile and vanished from the room.
Drew reacted to Benji the same way he would any other handsome man. His mind may tell him Benji was off limits, but his body thought otherwise. Drew wondered whether he could keep up the pretense of not seeing and hearing the ghosts who were as real to him as the rest of the human race. If this evening was anything to go by, it might not be as easy as he thought.
L.M. Brown lives in England, in a quaint little village time doesn’t seem to have touched. No, wait a minute—that’s the retirement biography. Right now, she is in England in a medium sized town no one has ever heard of, so she won’t bore you with the details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes they weren’t all inside her head.
L.M. believes there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.
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