Beware of the Boogie Man
This is a short story this week. Which I intend to make into an audio. If it’s a good audio I’ll share it with you all soon.
This story comes with an story of inspiration. I enjoy tiktok and there are a number of handsome (*cough*tooyoung*cough*) men on the app. One I follow posted a thirst trap which spawned a comment which seemed like a good prompt.
They teach you as a child to stay in bed, so the Boogie man doesn't find you.
Always vague about what he might do to you. Unspeakable things. That makes you tremble. And moan.
The reality of the shadow in the dark isn't far off.
At least in my dark, the spook that hides in the shadows isn't scary.
Every night when I turn out the light, it isn't fear that makes my heart beat faster.
I jump off the floor and under the covers. Shy, I pull them up to my chin and watch the dark corners. Tension pulling me taut, a string that may snap.
My heart leaps at a movement in the shadow.
He creeps in, standing at the doorway. He leans on the frame. A slow Joker like smile splitting his face. The dim light highlights the contours of his abs, chest, shoulders.
Who knew the monster under the bed was so fucking sexy?
He watches me while my breathing becomes harsh. Hurry and devour me. Please.
My fingers grip the edge of the blanket as anticipation writhes within me.
He walks forward with deliberate intent. Long fingers reach out and grasp my bed covers and pull them off.
My body. My heart. My goddamn soul.
He knows my secrets.
He's not the real demon. But he knows mine. He whispers them as his hands creep up my legs. Soft, fevered, demanding.
He has my attention. His eyes like lasers, finding me in the dark.
I cannot move, I don't want to truthfully.
A snarl explodes from his throat as he bares his teeth. Pouncing on me, he rips my panties, shredding them and tossing them aside.
Arousal floods through me.
His nails dent my skin as he pulls my thighs apart.
He inhales, and a purr comes from his chest. He sounds sexy, but those growls and moans are the only sounds he makes. Does he not want to speak? Or perhaps he cannot.
I ponder this while he burns the inside of my thigh with the scruff of his cheeks.
I squirm, straining for more contact.
He pauses here, waiting for my consent. If I don’t answer, he will whine. The first time, I almost missed it because I didn’t understand.
“Yes.” My hips rise with my voice. “Yes, please touch me. Sir.”
He grunts, wrapping his arms around my thighs to pin me.
The slither of his tongue against my velvet. Splitting the soft slit. Sucking the nectar. Teasing the throb. Licking my desire.
I writhe, seeking escape… the peak of gratification instantly.
I mewl and a purr in his chest replies.
Each flick of his tongue pushes me higher, pulls me tighter.
Fireworks explode. Stars go supernova. Volcanoes erupt. Infernos rage.
Shaking. Writhing. Screaming.
Every time better than the last.
He is inside me. He knows exactly where and how to touch me to draw out pleasure. Fucking monster.
I gasp, catching my breath.
My fingers rub the fuzzy hair on his head. He withdraws from my touch, shy. A smile as he wipes his mouth.
He replaces the blanket over my body, then retreats to the shadows.
I expect him to disappear.
But he stays. Watching me and I stare back. How long will he remain?
My eyes grow heavy and I give into oblivion.
When I wake light of day replaces the shadows.
Beware the Boogie man, children. He makes your heart beat faster, your body wracked with chills. He will leave you wanting.
Beware the monster that lurks in the dark.