Page 8 of My Sleep Paralysis Demon

My eyes shot open, and I sat up quickly, breathing heavily from my orgasm. My thighs were spread, but the shadow monster was gone as if he’d never been there. Reaching over, I turned on the lamp on the nightstand. My thighs were soaking wet, and so was the bed where I was. But looking a bit further down, I saw another white, wet spot.

Did… Is that… the monster’s semen?

I let out a moan, still feeling his tongue slithering in and out of me. I plopped back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.Is that really what the monster wanted to do to me? Give me a powerful orgasm that I’ve never felt before.

I reached between my legs, brushing my clit. I jerked, sensitive and swollen to the touch. “What just happened?”

“Wow, you look well rested,” Bex said when she came in for her shift the next day.

I felt it too. After that orgasm, I fell asleep, and he didn’t come again, though part of me wanted him to. My body selfishly ached for more.

“Thank you. I actually slept well,” I said.

“The demon didn’t hurt you?” she questioned.

I shook my head, leaving out that he gave me the best head I’ve ever had. “Just stared. I ignored him.”

“Good girl. Want to hear about my date? The date was awful, but the sex was good!”

Laughing, I nodded, continuing my tasks of making boxes for the day. She told me about the guy who was shy and quiet. He seemed to be doing well for himself when he did answer. They did have sex in the restaurant bathroom…

Would any of my employees or customers do that here? Surely not in a bakery's bathroom, right?

Thinking about sex…

My face heated up during the conversation with Bex. It reminded me of last night and the sleep paralysis monster. His tongue was so deep inside. It was long, almost the length of my arm, and it would bunch inside of me thickly like he was trying to fit his whole tongue all inside of me.

Did that actually happen?Usually people questioned my sanity, though Bex hadn’t. Even now I was starting to question it.That was the monster that had been haunting me for a year, and he was between my legs, licking like a starved man.

And I liked it.

There was evidence of our doing. His wet stain and my squirting. My body might have reacted to the dream, right? But his spot?

I realized afterward that his hips were rocking the bed lightly. Heat rushed between my legs.

I spent all day wondering if it happened or didn’t happen.Would these dreams get… weirder and weirder?Like, should I be scared of this monster now or have lust rush over me like a warm wave on a summer's day?

The bell at the front door chimed, and I turned around to greet the customer. I froze, seeing a handsome, tall guy. His hair was a chestnut color, styled pushed back. He had some thick circular glasses, and behind those were the chocolatiest, yummiest eyes I’d ever seen. I almost melted under his gaze. He beat me to the introduction.

“Hi, can I get a cupcake?” he asked.

“Of course. Welcome to Starlight Bakery,” I said, moving to the case.

He met my eyes. “Thank you. It’s my guilty pleasure sometimes.”

I smiled at that. “I know what you mean. I have too much access.”

“I would love that. Can I get the giant chocolate peanut butter one to go?”

I nodded, gloving up and putting his giant cupcake in a plastic box and then in a bag with handles. It was one of my favorites, with a chocolatey fudge base and light peanut butter whipped icing with a Reese’s peanut cup sticking out of the icing.

“So, uh, are you busy?” he asked as I put in the total of his order to charge him.

I looked up. “Like the store… or?”

“No. I mean later, like after your shift or something,” he corrected me.

“I’m not,” I said, mind running blank.

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