Big brown eyes stare up at you in fear. Innocence. It arouses you as the monster wakes from it's slumber, hungry and demanding to be fed. Her fear, the smell of it, makes you shake with desire.

Even as she writhes in pain, you quiver with pleasure. Tears run down soft, pale cheeks and you lean down to lick them off her face. Their salty taste on your tongue is an aphrodisiac, adding a new layer of urgency to your quest to reach that peak. Your quest to dominate even as you destroy.
Your body tightens and you cry out with the strength of it; a pleasure so absolute, it could be pain. Wave after wave rushes through you. You forget the shaking body beneathe you, she is no longer important. This spark, this flame, this fire in your veins commands your body until you think you might die from this feeling.
And then the tidal wave of desire ebbs. It ends.

The monster, sated, curls up and sleeps. Once again, you are just a man.
You slink away, back into the shadows from which you emerged.
The boogeyman is real, and he doesn't live under the bed.

Awesome write....


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Thank you.