The Incubus Under my Bed
READING AGE 18+
*R-rated for s****l and graphic content* I, Aria Simone Davis, am a s*x addict. And as my punishment for my sinful enjoyment of s*x, I have a stalker. Not the normal follow you to your dorm, pops up everywhere you are, breaths heavily in your ear, from the backseat of your car, collects locks of your hair stalker you'd expect a college co-ed to have. My stalker was my imaginary friend up until two days ago. That's not to say he doesn't follow normal stalker protocol (trust me, he does). He just happens to have the extra advantage of being an incubus. He has powers I'm only just starting to understand, not only over me, but over the physical world I let him in. *As seen on w*****d*
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“How was your night?” Henrí asked.
“Loud,” Grant replied dryly.
Henrí smirked and tried his hardest not to look at Aria who was blushing up a storm. “I’m really sorry about that, and it won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” Kaitlyn warned. She was putting her blond hair into a messy bun so she could eat without it getting in he……
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