His name is Raj.
The demon who visits my dreams every night. But of late, he hasn’t been making much of an appearance. Which is how I know that when he eventually does, the s*x is going to be mind blowing.
That’s right. My name’s Tessa and I’m a girl, who gets regularly f****d by a demon. Frankly, it’s the only time I truly get to feel alive and seen. Which is pretty ironic.
Everyone around me thinks I need therapy. I just want to see Raj; to spread my legs wide open and have his demon d**k slammed into my p***y over and over again. To have him whisper dark and ruinous things in my ear. Promises of hell and earth shattering orgasms.
I’m at my therapy appointment. Mom and dad finally blackmailed me into booking a session. It’s dreadfully boring. My therapist makes me talk in circles and
