Page 15 of Craving Demons

Surprisingly, he wasn’t my usual type: he was nice. Though I thought I’d sensed a bit of latent danger lurking beneath that kind smile and those dancing blue eyes. Perhaps it was how pale those pure aqua-blue eyes were. Some might say they were cold or sharp, but I’d found them enticing. And he’d certainly been built, with an easy swagger about him. I could tell he was all muscle beneath that flannel and denim.

And at that thought, my mind began to undress him. It was safe to fantasize as long as I kept it at that. I pictured lean, long muscles on that tall frame with rolling shoulders and a broad chest, then the hills of his eight-pack abs leading down to the rising swell of a thick and meaty cock.

I bet he had tight buns as well and strong legs, but mostly I was stuck on that tower of a cock and how those blue eyes were filled with heat above his kind smile. His hot breath on my ear whispered all manner of kind things about me as he pressed close and slid his hand up between my legs. Deft, thick fingers pushed my damp panties aside and—

Fuck me! Was it hot in this cab?

Lava pooled deep in my core, bubbling and ready to erupt.

Do not masturbate in the cab!I told myself sternly. My hand was low on my abdomen, over my dress and even just pressing there seemed a little too much.Do not masturbate in the cab. Do not masturbate in the cab. Do not masturbate in the cab.

I was sure far worse things had been done on this back seat and wasn’t so much worried about that as giving the cabby the wrong idea with the show back here.

I should also be reminding myself:NO MEN!

I’d broken down a bit at the end there and told Fen where I worked. I had the distinct impression he’d be coming to see me soon, and if he did, I wasn’t sure what I’d say to dissuade him.

Except a part of me really didn’t want to dissuade him. Not only was he handsome and rugged and kind, but we also had things in common. He also had a shy daughter, and he’d been so sweet to go out and buy her dresses, so out of place in a shop like that. Okay, that was really all we had in common, but it seemed like a lot.

It was taking way too long for the cab to get me home and my fantasies of Fen were not cooling in the least. I recalled touching him and feeling a spark of something, something dangerous and… hungry.

And now I was picturing him looking up at me with those perfect blue eyes as he devoured my pussy, his lips sucking on my sweetness as his tongue flicked my clit or darted into me.

Yeah, I had an active imagination. And by the time I got home, I was raging for a release.

Luckily, I got home before Reia and quickly did a circuit of the house. Don was napping on the couch downstairs, so I went up two flights to my room and my shower and whipped off my clothes to jump under some hot water and imagine Fen a little more while I rubbed myself.

I imagined his ivory tower of a cock — since he was pretty fair-skinned —ravaging my slit as those strong arms pulled me close. His hungry lips on my breast sucked out every last drop of my desire until we both exploded with unimaginable bliss.

I didn’t know why it always had to be unimaginable bliss. I could imagine some pretty blissful bliss, and in that moment, I imagined all the bliss as I came in a rush. A very powerful rush.

Even just masturbating, while imagining Fen, was glorious. I should do that more often.

So, once I was out of the shower and dried off, I went online on my little — and very old — laptop to search fortoys.

There were any number of sex shops I could visit, but I was already home for the day and besides, this just seemed more comfortable. The trouble was, I didn’t know what I’d like which resulted in me maxing out my second credit card of the day by buying a — literal — fuck-ton of dildos and vibrators.

Just because I was off men, didn’t mean I couldn’t get off, and I intended to try everything and see what worked for me. Given the reviews of some of them, I was getting a bit horny just thinking about them.

Them and Fen.

I heard soft steps on the stairs and left my room to see Reia coming up.

“Hi, darling,” I said cheerfully. “I have a surprise for you.”

She groaned. “Mom!” She made it sound like I was about to torture her.

Far from it.

I reached her room first and opened the door. I’d laid out the prom dresses I’d gotten her on her bed. I hadn’t been able to decide what she might like so I’d gotten five of them and assurances about the store’s return policy.

“Dresses?” Reia said as if they were insects: gross and disgusting. “For what? Why?”

“For prom!”

“That’s in March and I wasn’t even planning on going.”

“Of course you’ll go,” I said. “Doesn’t every girl want to go to prom and be pretty? You’re beautiful Reia, and I want you to feel pretty. Don’t you like dresses?” Which was a silly question since she’d worn all of maybe five dresses since she’d been old enough to dress herself. Still, I had to try. “At least try them on?” I urged.