The thoughts and sensations were definately a wild mixture, some evidently a man, some more than one, some the unmistakable softness of other women, and some, often wrapped together with the bright novas of orgasms, very definately the vigorous friction and soft fur and gripping claws of canine partners. Reinforced by Michelle's slipping grip on her control, the images were joined by additions, the delightful wantoness of the submissive, kneeling posture, the cool roughness of forest floor against hands and knees, the murmer of watchers as she enjoyed the forbidden act.<br/><br/>Other memories joined in, creeping through the breach in her calm. The amused excitement of wandering down a highway in the middle of the night, stark naked. The sneaky thrill of sex with a strange man in a club bathroom. The blurred, lusty orgasm caused by sex in the middle of the dancefloor later that night, this time with a strange woman, seen through the haze of alcohol, but no less intense.<br/><br/>And on and on. It seemed that Michelle had blossomed since leaving the prudish confines of her small town, and had pursued sexual pleasure with great energy. It was almost amazing that it wasn't a succubus that had found her, rather than the more senior demon she'd been possessed by.