Overview

When was the last time you checked for a monster under the bed? Exhaustion and desire. Those had been my constant bedmates for months. A deep need for pleasure between my legs that is so strong I have no choice but to quench it nightly or else sleep never came. Little did I know that the answer to my insatiable longing was laying quietly under my bed - watching. Golden eyes and shadowy skin - I let her watch me touch myself. Too enchanted to look away. Too overcome with the pleasure of a stranger's eyes on me. I should be afraid of the monster lurking under my bed, not imagining what it would feel like to be touched by her. Claimed. A shadowy creature slinks from the black into my bed and between my thighs. She holds me on edge, captive to her every will. It isn’t until I take my first lick that we both understand just how much pleasure the darkness can hold.