ANNA:
I gather my hair as the demonic man grabs the handle, I feel him leaning towards me, he licks my neck, slowly zips up as he caresses my back and whispers some words in my ear, I don't understand him, they seem to be words in Norwegian or Swedish, I don't know.
My skin bristles, I feel a rush that runs all the way down my back to my brain, I feel the desire to be with a man.
He's definitely a demon, a perverse man, manly and attractive, I have him whispering incomprehensible words in my ear, I feel his breath, his lips, his tongue that goes into my ear at times, he kisses me, he gasps with a rapturous excitement, he talks to me, he licks me and I... I die to be with him, to be his lover, his concubine, his female. My s*x is wet, I hope he can't absorb my thoughts, it would be utt
