Author: TheDemonEroticist

I flip you over and spread your legs, leaning my body over yours. My arms rest at either side of your head. My stiff cock lays between your legs, taunting your exposed pussy.

“Mmm, should I put it in?” I whisper teasingly with a bite of my lip.

“Yes please,” you reply, looking down at my large, girthy cock.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I say with a grin.

“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Your eyes look up at me with a pleading desire.

Your use of the word daddy brings a smile to my face. A feeling of pride grows within me. I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. You can feel my tip graze between your vaginal lips.

“You let daddy know when you need to cum, okay?”

Quickly, you nod up and down. Your eyes are sure not to leave the sight of my penis preparing to slide into you body. Read more »

As he walked by the bathroom, Brandon could hear the pattering of water from behind the door. He stopped, placed his ear to the entrance, and listened intently. *Is she really taking a shower right now?* he thought to himself.

For a few moments, he waited, hoping to hear something sensitive, but it didn’t take long for his patience to wane. He figured Aria was going to be done showering soon, and if he wanted anything to come of this opportunity, he had to make it happen. Brandon took a deep breath, then knocked on the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?”

The water shut off instantly.

“What?!” Aria yelled out.

“I said, can I come in?” Brandon repeated.

“No, you can’t come in. I have a boyfriend!”

“So what? He’s not here.”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s not here. It’s wrong!”

“He’s not going to know. It will stay between us,” Brandon pled his case from behind the bathroom door.

“Still, it would be wrong,” Aria replied, unable to get past her conscience.

“Can you at least open the door, so we aren’t arguing from behind a wall?” Brandon asked. Read more »

As he walked by the bathroom, Brandon could hear pattering water coming from behind the door. He stopped, placed his ear to the door, and listened intently. *Is she really taking a shower right now?* he thought to himself.

For a few moments, he waited, hoping to hear something sensitive come from beyond the bathroom door, but such a thing never came.

It didn’t take long for Brandon’s patience to wane. He didn’t have much time. Aria was going to be done showering soon, and if he wanted anything to come of this opportunity, he had to make it happen. Brandon took a deep breath, then knocked on the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?”

The water shut off instantly.

“What?!” Aria yelled out.

“I said, can I come in?” Brandon repeated.

“No, you can’t come in. I have a boyfriend!”

“So what? He’s not here.”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s not here. It’s wrong!”

“He’s not going to know. It will stay between us,” Brandon pled his case from behind the bathroom door.

“Still, it would be wrong,” Aria replied, unable to get past her conscience. Read more »

In a panicked sweat, your eyes shoot open. You turn your head and look over at the clock, trying to distinguish the digital numbers through your fogged vision. All you can make out is a red glow. If you had to guess, you’d say it’s around 3:00am. However, that’s only a guess based off your usual sleep patterns.

You lean forward to get up from your bed, but a powerful figure wraps around your arms, pinning you down. The weight presses on you from multiple fronts. You kick your legs, you tug your body, you squirm beneath the bestial hold, but the heaving figure offers you little room to move.

Your eyes squint as your vision settles into clarity. Though you begin to wish it hadn’t as the monstrous figure’s image sears into your mind. Its hulking body is shredded with bulging muscles. Two black horns jut from the top of its forehead and curl forward like a ram. You trail the ends of its horns back to the beast’s furious brow which is glaring down at you. Mistakenly, you meet his soul-less, sable eyes. They are steadfast and resolute. Read more »

Fueled with excitement, Everett rushed to his room. Work was done, he was home, blood was pumping through his veins, and he was excited to message Aria, his new sexting buddy. She was a petite, eighteen-year-old, Asian girl with a bratty side. Regrettably, she lived states away. But the two had plenty of enjoyment texting over the past month.

Everett closed the door, plopped down on his bed, and sent her a message, “Good evening.”

“Hiii,” she replied in a few short seconds. “How was work?”

“It was fine. You know I’m going to say the same thing as usual. If there is something I enjoyed about my day at work, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, I probably don’t want to talk about it.”

Aria of course knew this, but she still asked most days. She enjoyed the reaction and couldn’t help but be a little curious, even though it would sometimes bother her that he didn’t like to discuss it. “Hmmph, fine,” she replied.

“Thank you for asking though,” he threw her a bone of appreciation. There was a brief delay before Everett’s next reply, he was considering the direction he wanted to move things. It didn’t take him too long to settle. “So, how’s my little brat doing?” Read more »

The office is bustling with workplace commotion as you sit in your cubicle. Behind the wall, people are discussing their daily monotony. Normally, you would be doing the same, pretending to care about your job. But today, you are a bit distracted.

You look down at your phone and reply to my text, “Now’s a good time.”

“I’ll be over in a minute,” I reply in almost an instant.

An anxious excitement builds as you wait. You peer around the left and right of your workstation to see if anyone is making their way towards your desk. You’ve been blessed with a setup that is backed around the corner. It’s rare that anyone makes a trip to your area unless they need to directly speak with you or use the printer behind you.

You check the time on your computer. *Where is he?* You think to yourself.

You feel fairly confident that the voices on the other side of the wall won’t venture around to your area, but you can never be too sure—there have been close calls before.

Suddenly, I appear from around the corner, casually moving toward you. I pull myself around to your side of the workstation and drop a collection of papers on the desk. Read more »