After a bad break up with my boyfriend, I realized I really only loved his body, and the perfect man was the poor, expired James Dean! So I talked my friend Yhivi into helping me perform a seance to cast the spirit of James Dean into the body of my ex-boyfriend. Unfortunately, something went terribly wrong! One minute we were preoccupied by thoughts of boys and going to the mall, and the next we'd been inhabited by the spirits of two historic lesbians, who were desperate for physical contact. They would use our bodies to fulfill their unearthly, sapphic desires. Our tongues, hands, and pussies would become puppets for their amusement and consumption. All the naked energy of hundreds of years would be thrust into us, and we would become it, and tangle in a writhing, hungry, wet embrace, filling every hole and licking every crevice for as long as the spirits wanted to use us.
