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Ghostface Erotica Part 4

**If you need to read parts 1-3, here are the links:**
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/ww0b7j/ghostface_erotica_part_1/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/wwvzsf/ghostface_erotica_part_2/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/x3foif/ghostface_erotica_part_3/)
*Caitlyn*

With a frown, I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, ignoring my ringing cell phone as I continued to stare out the window. This would be the fourth time today Aimee had called, and I still wasn’t ready to talk to her.

I didn’t know how to explain this.

I didn’t want to explain this.

Ghostface was my secret—a dirty secret, but my secret, nonetheless. If I let people know about him, then I’d be watched, and he’d stop coming around.

And fuck, the mere thought of that caused so much pain…

It seemed ridiculous, I know, because I didn’t even know his fucking name. And the only real part of his body I’d seen was his cock.

Christ, I needed help.

My phone rang again. I muttered a curse and turned away from the window to grab it off my coffee table. A blocked number appeared. I huffed. “Aimee, if I didn’t answer the first—” I started, but I was cut off.

“Not Aimee, Caitlyn.” Read more »

Ghostface Erotica Part 3

Ghostface Erotica [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/ww0b7j/ghostface_erotica_part_1/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/wwvzsf/ghostface_erotica_part_2/) available on my profile!

*Caitlyn*

The next few nights, I could barely sleep. My body was hyper aware of the fact that Ghostface could come back at any time. And while I should have been terrified, I desperately wanted to be touched by him again.

Aimee and I were still on the outs because I wouldn’t tell her what happened to me. The girl had even gone to the police, who had taken it upon themselves to knock on my front door and do a wellness check.

I’d been terrified ever since that Ghostface would go after my best friend. So now, I was keeping my distance from her, ignoring her calls and texts and arguing with her every time she showed up on my porch.

Could I have told her what was going on with me? Yes. Definitely. We had always told each other everything.

But the extremely slutty, dark, traumatized part of me didn’t want this thing with Ghostface to be ruined.

And how fucked up was that?

“Miss me?” Read more »

Ghostface Erotica Part 2

**PART 1 OF GHOSTFACE EROTICA ON MY PROFILE.**

*Caitlyn*

“Oh, my God—Caitlyn!” Aimee shouted when she saw my thigh. I’d called out of work today; my thigh was still a bit tender, and I couldn’t put my normal tight jeans on over it, and those jeans were important for tips.

My perfect ass and thick thighs combined with having my cleavage on display paid my bills. And my jeans put them on display.

I had no doubt that Aimee was here because I’d called out. We worked together, and she knew I never missed a day of work.

“What in the hell did you do?” she demanded to know.

I sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Because I couldn’t come up with an excuse good enough for this. The cut went from the top of the inside of my thigh to right above my knee, and it was perfectly straight. Ghostface—whoever he really fucking was under that mask—had a steady hand and clean lines.

I bit back a snort at the direction my thoughts had taken. Look at me—dealing with trauma and the insanely hot, fucked-up night I’d had with a serial killer by basically comparing him to a fucking tattoo artist. Read more »