Some spooky erotica for this Friday the Thirteenth.

Monstrous Lust: Little Devils Do It In my Closet.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XVKLD61



Little monsters live in her closet and under her bed. They bothered her nightly, “come play with us,” they said. But their games were quite naughty, such devilish delights. They did it on her dresser. They did it under her bed. They did it wherever they could. At least that is what she said. They wouldn’t leave her alone. They were persistent and they nagged. Until finally she said, “fine, alright, let us have fun tonight.”



Sample:

What was at the end of the cramped tunnel surprised her. It opened up into the mouth of a cavern. Everywhere there were mushrooms, large and small, all of which gave off a phosphorous faint blue light. It was a dim light, but there were so many mushrooms that Sheila could see everything just fine.

The cavern continued forward, traveling downward into nameless depths and getting narrower as it went until reaching a point where ghastly green water flooded it and barred further passage.

“Don’t go there,” Nat said, “Maybe explore later, but fishy ones maybe too much for you now?”

“Fishy… ones?” Sheila asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s play now,” Nat said as he turned to face her with a familiar grin.

There were more than just mushrooms in this cavern. All the other gremlins were waiting here too. They lounged on glowing cave mushrooms that lined higher up on the cave walls. None were up to their usual antics of sex and mayhem. Most appeared casually relaxed as they patiently awaited the show with Sheila at the center.

“Ok, take off clothes now,” Nat said smiling at her with the biggest grin.

“I… don’t know. I don’t think I can do it,” she replied nervously as she held her arms tightly around the waist of her nightgown, protecting it as if it might somehow fall off her on its own.

“It’s ok. You come so far now. We never hurt you. I be gentle. You see. You will like,” Nat said, taking her by her hand and insisting she followed him over to large grouping of mushrooms. He was not aggressive. He tugged more like a child excited to show something to her. Like a resistant mother, she slowly let herself be dragged along.

“Sit here,” Nat demanded.

“Here?”

“Yes, make you comfortable; soft and spongy.”

Slowly and hesitantly, Sheila sat on the glowing toadstools. She didn’t think it would support her and jumped when she thought it was slumping under her weight. It was just soft and spongy like Nat had described. The fungal material squished as it molded around her butt and thighs. Nat waited for her to rest her back comfortably against other mushrooms clustered behind and to the side of her. He then crawled up onto her toadstool trying to push her legs apart so that he could be in-between them.

“Don’t resist him,” said a cute feminine voice typical of the females of Nat’s kind. One of them had snuck up on Sheila and was now sitting close to her on her right side.

“He just going to pleasure you,” said another who snuck up on her left.