Demon lover

The night surrounds me, drenching my body in shadows and cold sweat as my feverish mind clutches at the hope that my lover will once again find me. Not just any lover… No! This lover is like no other. A spectral desire that possesses me… Infusing me with such lust that it coarses through my veins like liquid fire, draining me of a reality that now seems so distant and unimportant.

A familiar creeping awareness grips my mind, and my breath remains caught in my chest. Night after empty night I wait for my demon lover, that entity that my darkest deepest desires have spawned in the deepest darkest labrynth of my mind. Many nights have I called her in my dreams, begging for her presence, her touch, her gift of arcane pleasure.

Many nights she has answered my prayers and granted me Limitless desire.This entity that some would call a succubus and others might even deem an angel. I know not who or where she comes from but I gladly and wholly welcome her with a craving that knows no bounds nor do I fear her.

I lie on my back and my eyes roam around the bedroom, empty but for the pine cupboard that houses my clothes and the old poster bed that I now lie on, eager and hopeful that she will pick me once more.

The window lies open and the curtains dance seductively with the gentle soft breeze that eases through the open window into the confines of my room, lingering enticingly over my wet skin.

My demon lover comes…

A myriad of shadows dance on the walls and the air seems to grow thicker. Sweat beads roll down my temple like a caress and I hear a soft voice in my ear whispering my name. a voice that lays me still and renders me powerless to do anything but sink deep into the submissive desire that slowly begins to consume me.

I feel a touch on the hollow of my neck, then what could only be fingers make a soft sensual trail down my chest then linger over my stomach. Wherever she touches sparks of electricity shoot through my skin to erogenous zones that once never existed.