Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com
The fuzziness of her dreams begin to fade away as the sunlight filters in from the partially shuttered window. Shelly slowly rolls away from the light struggling to pull the room into focus as the dew clears from her opening eyes. The sights are familiar and comforting. Portraits of her family and friends hang on the wall across from her. Beneath them, her collection of perfume bottles cluttered the dresser. Everything is correct...except for the smell. As she took her first deep breath of the morning, the smell assaults her senses. It is rich odor of sweat and sex. As sweet stench of coitus permeates her nose, the memories of last night came rushing back to her. Shelly bolted up in bed, the sheets falling away from her naked body. Frantic, she scans the room patting the ruffled comforter on her bed. I'm gone...She looks over at her clock radio noticing my mask sitting next to it. It is my Devil mask - a simple camouflage made of paper covered in red sequins with two short burgundy horns protruding up out of the sides. She picked it up turning it over. Inside is a note scribbled in Sharpie: Next time no masks - 793-1122 - John So that was his name. She simply called me her dark prince all night. Shelly's eyes scanned back towards the bed and over the pillows. Her white feathered mask lay crumpled next to her pillow. It must've come off while she slept - or so she hoped. Shelly fell back onto the bed, breathing in the still pungent odor wafting up from the scattered stained ...