Imagine having a monster lover who can turn invisible at will and will follow you around to surprise you at the most erotic or sometimes the most inconvenient times, and the people around you will have no idea what’s going on. You’re working at your desk and suddenly you feel cold hands spreading your legs for them, pulling your panties down under your skirt, you hold your breath to stop from moaning as they lick you or slide a finger or a cock or a tentacle or whatever you like in, in a meeting and you have to pretend like nothing’s happening while an unseen thing is going to town on your bits, smiling away the concerned looks from your coworkers who see you tensing up or maybe losing it a bit or even rocking to your lover’s rhythm. The thrill of being the only one to know all is not as it seems. The secret satisfaction of being made to come in front of everyone while they don’t have a clue. Knowing that you’re theirs and they’re yours and nobody else will ever understand.