Sensual torment Stories

The Awakening: The bed was empty when she lay down, but she never expected to be alone. Not tonight. The room was thick with shadow, the kind that didn’t simply hide things but seemed alive, curling against her skin like smoke. She shivered and pulled the sheet to her chest, but it slipped away as if tugged by unseen hands. And then—he came. Not in form, but in touch. Fingers, countless fingers, brushing her shoulders, ti...