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The Monster Within

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A beast is now on the loose, and even Devon doesn’t know how control the sexual monster that somehow now resides inside him. After too much to drink one night, he wakes to find a strange symbol embedded on his chest. How it got there is something he doesn’t know, and in retracing his steps from the night before he discovers that the monster is an insatiable sex fiend triggered by the sight of bare butt cheeks.
The only clue he finds as to what happened to him comes from a waitress at a bar he barely remembers being in, but she has ulterior motives of her own.
Will she help him recover his memory of that fateful night, or try to tame the beast for her own twisted desires?
This 6000 word wild and sexual tale contains rough sex, uncontrollable lust, and one woman who seeks to tame the monster for her own use.

 Excerpt:
So any one that mooned him would be in for a rough sexual encounter at the hands of a mindless beast. That shouldn’t be too hard to avoid. Honestly how many people run around mooning strangers anyway?
An odd smile flashed on her face as she thought about some hapless college kid who in an effort to get into a fraternity agreed to moon passersby as part of his initiation. Wouldn’t he be shocked at the result of mooning Devon?
She guessed the hard part of controlling him would be to keep him from running off like he did last night.
Did he run home, or out into the middle of the woods somewhere? If a crowd of people didn’t surround him would he run off at all?
So many questions to answer, and she really wished to see the woman who had done this to him and ask her these questions.
The only question that truly mattered at the moment was where to find him. It would be kind of pointless to debate everything else if she never found him.
The line inched forward, and she moved with it. When her eyes looked back out the windows, she glimpsed a figure that resembled Devon disappear at the edge of the glass.
Without even pulling her cart out of line, she bolted for the doors, nearly knocking over the old man as he slowly progressed in the same direction.
“Sorry,” she said as she rushed by, not slowing a bit.
As she looked down the sidewalk, she saw him disappear around the corner of the building and into an alley. Brenda hurried after him, certain that it was Devon just by the way he carried himself, the stride that propelled him along his path.
As she rushed down the alleyway behind him, the question became how to get his attention. Should she call his name, and hoped he turned around? Then what? Tell him she knew his secret? No she had a better idea.
She upped her pace to a jog in order to gain on him faster. Her long blonde curls bounced off her shoulders until only about thirty paces separated them, then she slowed and scanned the alley for the right spot to put her plan into action.
A small indent in the fence on her left revealed itself with a plush tall grass that would help conceal the event seemed just too perfect. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, placed her hands under her skirt and pulled off her panties in such a rush that they remained around one ankle. She then turned her back to the figure still walking down the alley, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Hey Devon,” she hollered as loud as she could.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around.
The entire sequence of events only took mere seconds, but to Brenda it all happened in slow motion.
The powerful frame of the man turned, and his gaze fell upon her. She made eye contact with him, and hoisted the bottom of her skirt up to the waist, and shook her bare flesh from side to side.
His body twitched as his eyes suddenly glowed that eerie golden color she remembered from the night before.