A demon in my bed

Her shape shifting breasts were hanging down like two over ripe melons, nipples stiff. It was hard to hold back his desire to kiss them but knew he couldn’t do it. This whole scene was just bad in a way he couldn’t describe. He wanted her but just didn’t dare to taste or breathe her in, her smell was so intoxicating, he felt delirious. He wanted to take his fingers and shove them into his nose, just so he could smell the tips of his fingers and not her. If he gave into his desires, he knew that this thing, whatever it was, would take him.

A small lamp from the end table made the room glimmer with a yellowish light and her levitating body was casting a strange shadow on the wall. She rose higher, her nude shape shimmering in the light and her mouth opened, her tongue flicked out, reaching for him. She massaged her breast and brought the nipple to her mouth, flicking her tongue over it. He was finding it harder and harder to fight his urge to fuck her but then – oh no – his pants starting coming off his body as if by some invisible hands, she was still levitating above him, not moving. The pants got stuck on his ass and he tried to keep himself firmly to the bed to keep his pants on but the mysterious force pulled them down anyway, dislodging them from around his ass, down his legs and then off; where they were swiftly discarded to the floor.