I slid my hand slowly down my body, fingers splayed. Nothing separated my touch from bare skin; the blankets had been kicked to the end of the bed and I had long since stopped wearing pajamas. The room was dark, no noise but the soft sound of my eager pants.
Was it here? Could it see me now?
My fingers trailed down my side and across my hip. I spread my legs so that my pussy was on display while I brushed my inner thigh.
There was a slight movement in the corner by the chair. My breath hitched in anticipation as the shadow came to life. Faceless, voiceless, with limbs too long, and a silhouette that didn't quite match a human facade, my shadow - my nightmare - watched me from the darkness.
It was always there at night and had been for as long as I could remember. A literal boogeyman who hid under the bed and terrified me night after night. But I was older now and my therapist said that I should find creative new ways to deal with my "imaginary" monster.
"Do you like what you see?" I whispered into the darkness. My other hand brushed against the side of my breast. The nightmare didn't respond.
I slid my fingers further up the inside of my thigh, closer and closer to my goal. I could feel his eyes on me and goosebumps broke over my skin. My thumb flicked and teased my nipple as my fingers brushed my clit and the double sensation made me gasp lightly.
I was already wet. God, just the idea of it watching me while I played with myself... I didn't realize I would like it this much.
I rolled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger and a soft moan escaped me as I arched my back into my own hand. My middle finger slid a path between my folds all the way to my asshole and then back up to my clit.
"Would you enjoy the show?" I taunted as I rubbed my slick finger around the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Will you just sit there and watch as I fucked myself with my fingers? Do you want to watch me come?" I slid the finger back down and then dipped it inside of me. It felt so good, but not enough. I slid another finger inside, my eyelids fluttering closed at the sensation. I slowly rocked my fingers in and out, writhing my hips to the rhythm.
The fact that it was watching me, that I had an audience for my private pleasure. God, I couldn't imagine which would be better; if it was so alien that it impassively watched while I writhed in front of it, bringing myself to orgasm like an animal in heat. Or if it felt pleasure and temptation and desire, and the sight of me before it made it ache as much as I did in this moment.
Something hot and wet brushed against the inside of my thigh and I jerked my hand away. My eyes snapped open and I startled into a half sit.