Last week, actress Natasha Blasick got a few headlines by stating she has had sex with a ghost not once, but twice.
“I couldn’t see anybody but I could feel the pressure, the energy, the warmth pushing in different directions.”
She added: “I enjoyed it”.
Back in September, Kesha, told Ryan Seacrest she has had sex with a ghost and that it inspired her song, “Supernatural”.
“I had a couple of experiences with the supernatural. I don’t know his name! He was a ghost! I’m very open to it.”
Well, guess what, bitches??? I am open to it too! When you get to be my age, you will take it in any way, shape, or form it comes at you and you will appreciate it.
Let’s think about this for a minute. They can’t talk, so no complaining or telling you about their day or asking, “Are you finished?” He won’t be on his cell phone, he won’t be in a hurry so he can go watch the big game and he won’t ask you to make him a sandwich afterwards.
I don’t believe protection would be necessary (I can tell y’all right now, if I get preggers by a ghost, I am gonna be really pissed).
They leave quickly…no awkwardness over breakfast the next morning.
No fuss, no mess…just wham bam thank you ma’am and into the wall he disappears.
I am not sure how it works as far as when he makes an appearance, but I would leave little notes of encouragement stuck on my bedroom door…
“Hey Casper, my period is over and I am wearing my pretty panties today!”
“Casper, I am in the mood today, please bring your chains this time!”
Or what if your ghost was someone famous? I could see the ghost of Elvis making the rounds. Paul Walker? James Dean? I have to admit, I would be damn tempted to ask him afterwards…”just one photo for Facebook please, my friends won’t believe this shit!”
And Elvis would just hang his head, ashamed he had just banged me. Leave it to me to have the ability to run off the dead ones too.