A Demon in My Bed

By Candice Christian

Lauren's mother died, when she was at seventeen and her father followed his period of grieving with hook ups with one beautiful woman after the other. His bedroom should have had a revolving door there was so much carousing going on in there.

Then Crystal, a real plain Jane, came into his life and things changed, causing young Lauren mixed feelings about having another female living under the same roof. And also surprised that Crystal was not the beauty that her father had normally bedded. Creating a situation that made Lauren suspicious, even more so when her father announced Crystal was moving in with them,

Lauren's suspicions grew and grew to evolve into paranoia. Lauren was sure Crystal was more attracted to her than her father. The suspicions and the paranoia soon brought on a series of nightmares. Nightmares of an evil and perverted nature. When things appeared darkest, Lauren got a surprise when Crystal asked her to be her friend.

The two women take an evening to get more acquainted and to celebrate Lauren's high school graduation. While out together Lauren sensed there is more to Crystal than meets the eye, little knowing how much of an understatement that actually was.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Feb 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005471880

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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A Demon in My Bed

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgements

Proserpina

Chapter One

My mom died when I was sixteen. She was involved in a horrendous front end collision. Some twit, who was celebrating her birthday, got pie-eyed drunk and entered the freeway in the wrong direction. She and dad were killed instantly.

My dad was inconsolable. For over a year he cried his heart out every moment that he could. He only managed to function at work and tending to my needs. Actually, at sixteen, I didn't need much tending to.

My dad is an attorney, and he wasn't home much. When I came home from school, our housekeeper had prepared a delicious dinner for both of us. dad would often come home so late that he had to dump the dinner. Sometimes I was sound asleep before he came home.

Then, when I was nearly seventeen and a junior in high school, things changed drastically. I had no idea that my Father needed so much sex. I never thought about men craving sex at all. I thought it was a woman thing. She began to bring women home and they would disappear into his bedroom. The women were all voluptuous, sexy, lesbian types. I was so envious of my father that I would lock myself in my bedroom and finger myself to orgasm.

One time I heard a noise in the kitchen, so I peeked out. His trick du jour was there, naked as a newborn. She was getting a drink of water. Her body was magnificent. Her curves had curves, and her shaved pussy was cloven by the deepest fold I’d ever seen. I thought I would faint, and I retreated quickly to my bedroom.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a lesbian.

By the time I was preparing to leave for college I was eighteen and I could swear that dad had serviced at least two or