Fucking or being fucked by a demon has its appeal.Fog set in. I heard voices. “I’m euphoric, for no reason.” A woman whispered, “I dread conse...quences if that act I confessed, if it leaked out.”Hostess chimed in right away, “Our secrets are safe here. No need to worry. No one but we few know what we are capable and desirous of.”Somebody picked up on that theme, “I am proud to talk about my sexual awakening: I am bold enough to confess, “I fucking like to fuck!”In darkness, we could talk openly.. He put it over the footboard and bent her over it so her butt was facing him. “Spread your legs apart,” he told and she did as quickly as he lifted the shift to discover she was naked from the waist down, the only decoration a thin gold chain encircling her hips. He had been hard since he first saw her, so he dropped his pants and entered her from behind. It wasn’t long before he came. Her legs were trembling but he stayed inside her until he’d shrunk back to normal. Taking her arms still. “What the hell are you doing!?” Zoey said in a loud whisper. “Just hold on a second” Dylan said mischievously. He had ran to a large tree with a branch just close enough to Zoey’s window where as to Dylan thought he could jump in. He had only gotten up the trunk of the tree and he had started to sweat, which was surprising because of his very tone figure. After several minutes Dylan finally worked his way to Zoey’s window. He dove in to the opened window as nimble as a cat. “Are you fucking. Her thoughts were filled with making dinner and what were they were going to do for their weekly date night. She hadn’t had time to think about it all day and hadn’t planned a thing. It took her a few minutes to notice that the dishes had been done, there was single red rose in a vase on the table and a note for her. “Go upstairs and wait for me to get home. I promise it will be worth your while.” The simple note left her wondering. What could he possibly have planned? Had she done something to.