I HAVE SEX WITH THE BEAST
IT’S A SECRET
When family is around I hide the Beast in the attic, behind the wardrobe with Mom’s wedding dress(es) in it. No one ever goes up there, but it would be easy to see their tracks in the dust. I’m not good at this.
(I think of the Beast as they. It makes sense in my head.)
That sick green light inside them still grosses me out. The glow makes shadows on the walls that don’t look right. The shapes they cast literally make me puke… Now I always turn on the house lights when they are in my room.
Their smell reminds me of a cattail pond. Not fishy, but kinda earthy with things growing in it.That sounds nastier than I meant. They’re not made of water.
The Beast feels different to the touch, like there’s six inches of lukewarm water between my finger and their skin. I can swish about, feel resistance, but still know we’re touching. But they’re not made of water!
When we’re doing it, the Beast does this thing where they get inside my head and won’t let me stop cumming. It is so friggin’ hot. Time stretches, my brain boils, and I can’t stop cumming. It puddles on the floor, floods the bathtub, strains every muscle in my body, I can’t catch my breath. I’m ruined for hours afterward. Like, no strength at all. I can barely think. My limbs twitch. Everything is so sensitive.
This sounds really crazy. I should never let anyone read it. Is there a private setting or something for posts?
~Rodge
Future posts for this will get uncomfortably weird. I’ll tuck them under Read More tags and include content warning tags. These are sessions from a solo writing prompt game called The Beast.