Page 3 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“You know what I like,” Mrez whispered with an innocent smile. Draw opened his pants, and they rubbed against each other while kissing with wild passion, hands lost in each other’s hair, lips devouring the other’s mouth, hard cocks wanting to press against one another.

I worked myself into a frenzy as I watched, my finger rubbing my clit frantically.

Draw pulled Mrez closer, their tongues dancing with wild passion and desire, then kneeled in front of him, wrapping his lips around the young man’s hard cock, carefully.

My orgasm made me shiver, and the dream ended.

I lay on my bed and imagined how it would feel to play with them. I’ve never done anything wild, at least not that I could remember.

Sometimes my mind goes to places I don’t dare think about when I’m awake. Because of all those dreams, I can’t have what most people would call a normal sex life, or a damn sex life at all. How can I when they do such hot things to me in my dreams? How would I ever be satiated by an ordinary man?

The youngest of my dream men is incredibly perverted. He loves to play with me, not only with my body but also my mind.

I don’t write down those dreams because I’m too embarrassed to admit I enjoy them. I enjoy Mrez and the way he makes my body quiver like an arrow, an aroused arrow dripping with need and desire.

Mrez always looks gorgeous, but I know the flesh is not real. I know his real self. We start sweet, kissing and touching. His fingers then move under my skirt, and he touches me through my panties. His body presses closer, and I lose the ability to speak. His scent is so delicious and intoxicating.

In this dream, we’re in a dark dungeon. I’m sitting in a chair, my hands tied behind my back and wearing only a lacy robe.

“You’re such a bad girl for withholding information from me,” Mrez purrs. Damn, I press my legs together hard, trying to forget how hot he makes me. I can’t stop watching how he plays with that knife, opening and closing it. His fingers are long, created to evoke torture and pleasure with their perfect sharp nails. His forearms show from under his rolled-up sleeves.

“I don’t know anything.” I try to sound innocent, but I’m not. I know what he wants to hear from me. If he wants something from me, he should work harder to find it out.

I bite my lip and lower my eyes before facing him.

“What would you say if I traced that pretty face of yours with the knife?”

He was so close I could taste his breath caressing my skin. The blade touched my face, sending icy shivers down my spine.

“I would rather it would touch my breasts.”

I feel myself blushing and hope that he won’t notice my face getting red under the pale-yellow light. Not only my face is red. I feel the heat building up under my skin, roaring, wanting to break free. My wrists hurt, but my skin tingles with the intense need to feel him all over my body.

The blade pushes my robe aside, showing my full breasts, nipples hard from the cool air that surrounds me. He presses the tip of the blade against my swollen nipple. Hot licks of need fill my core.

“How does that feel?” His voice is a mix between a moan and a growl that makes me feel a primal urge to climb him and have him deep inside me.

“More.”

His gorgeous face flickers under the pale light for a few heartbeats, and I see his real self, the monster that makes me shiver with need.

“I want that,” I beg.

“What?”

“Your real face. The darkness.”

“Can you handle it? It’ll scare you.” His lips are so close to my ear, still not touching it. I hold my breath, scared that if I breathe, he’ll disappear.

Mrez touches my mouth with his lips. His teeth grab my lower lip and pull it, making me squirm. I want to lean closer, to kiss him.

Mrez breaks the kiss and steps away from me quickly. The knife cuts the skin on top of my breast. Red rubies of hot blood covered my pale skin.

“Blood is truth.” He leans over and licks the blood from my pale skin.” Ivy, I want you inside me. I want your blood to mix with mine. I want to feel you in my veins, touching my soul with each heartbeat. I want to have your blood swell my cock.”

His hands move over my body, open my legs, and find my naked, aroused flesh under my lace robe. Mrez lifts me up and pushes me against the wall, hard. My face rubs against the rough wall. The cold enters my body, but my mind is on fire.

The blade presses against my throat. Fear mixes with arousal.

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