I lay in my bed. Tossing and turning. Writhing with need. My overly slender body sweating. My long brown hair a damp pool spilled around my face on the pillow.
For several weeks the dream had been the same. Unrelentingly haunting.
I could feel a man's hands on me. Running over my body and caressing me freely. Despite all my movements to get away, I was his.
He was completely inescapable.
I'd sit up panting and look around, but no one was there. I'd scour every corner of the room, because the touch had felt so real, I was certain someone was there.
But there was no one.
Nothing.
Not a trace.
Yet, I could feel his hunger tangibly. Like smoke in the room. Feel his desperate clawing touch moving my strappy nightgown down to expose my breast.
"Please." I tossed my head. Reaching up to push at him but finding only air.
I felt one weight breast lifting, smashing against my chest beneath a cruel, fondling touch.
I didn't know who was touching me and it wasn't touching I'd condoned.
Stop!
It felt wrong. But was utterly unstoppable.
My hands were suddenly caught in iron fists and thudded to my bedding. Pinning me to the blanket.
I lurched up my hips, trying to wriggle free of that brutal grip.
The plush comforter was tossed from the bed, hissing through the air.
Then I'd feel the pressure over me. Like someone climbing the bed to lay atop me. Feeling the weight lowering over me and the heat of naked flesh I couldn't see.
My nightgown would slowly lift over my hips. Or if I tried wearing shorts they were ripped and thrown on the floor.
"Who's here?" I said.
Feeling someone catching my lower jaw to hold me still I shook my head, trying to break that grip as it kept me from saying anything further. Pushing my mouth shut.
I looked above me. Moved my hands over my face but felt no one there.
Yet, the pressure of someone over me, the weight of their body and the hard probing at my most intimate entrance was so vivid I could feel his heat. I knew the feel of a hard, readied cock when I felt one.
And that's what I'm feeling now.
No!
"Stop!" I cried out in a mutter from my mouth being held shut.
I felt the drip of sweat from a hard male body over me, as he took his time sliding into me. Nestling into the heat of my gripping walls. I could almost hear him moan with pleasure the moment my flesh took him in a firm hold.
But there was no one there.
It was frustrating and infuriating but I was utterly helpless against the unseen force.
How can it feel so real?
It's just a dream. I told myself.
But I was haunted by the fact that twice I'd found my shorts shredded on the floor. Like claws had ripped through them.
But I had to have done it in my sleep. I told myself.
Whimpering as I felt the hard protrusion through my center, as if trying to pierce through me. The rough bridge of pointed hip bones pushing into my inner thighs as they opened me further for his ruthless penetration.
I bucked my hips and tried to push off the bed there was clearly someone there atop me and no matter my efforts I couldn't dislodge him. His weight continued pushing forward and back. Tugging a weighted cock through me. Feeling the sliding friction in and out as he met my bucking with vicious thrusts. Which burned through me. Feeling like he was trying to tear me apart.
I yelped at the sudden taking.
I felt a hand clutching my breasts. I looked down and though I saw no hand, I saw where the skin compressed. Indented by large male fingers. The flesh fuller between each of them.
Despite that I could see no one. I still felt someone hammering between my hips. The bed thudding against the wall as I was roughly entered and withdrawn from. Taken against my will.
Someone I couldn't see was possessing my body.
Fucking me wildly while I was helpless to stop him.
***
It felt something between terrifyingly helpless and erotic. Like someone so starved for my flesh, couldn't help taking me.
Whether I want it or not.
Riding me and slicking our bodies with sweat. He grunted as his hands slid from my breast and my arms to brace on the bed at each side of me. Deepening the angle, he was taking me. Jabbing further into me.
I felt so full. Stretched as far as I possibly could be around a swollen cock.
A rod which used my body for his pleasure. I could feel his hips dragging backward from me and then the bunching of powerful thighs between mine, flexing as he rammed back into my tiny crevice. Showing no sympathy or kindness in what he was doing.
Pure ravishing.
My back reflexively curved with each stroke forward, to keep him from pressing the sensitive point which made it painful inside.
This seemed to encourage him to increase his pace until I felt the moment he came. Piercing deep into me and sinking into the deep warmth of my center to spill his fluid. Our pelvis' melding as he came in me. Attaining his ultimate pleasure in my body. And forcing his seed into my womb.
"Get off me." I murmured dully. Not for the first time in these strange nightmares.
***
I felt him slipping out, and the weight of his body lifting off the body. Then I stared out the window where rain ticked along the glass, revealed between the curtains.
The moonlight spilling in, cast strange angles of silvery light over my tan carpeting but as I heard his feet padding across the room, a looming shadow blocked out that light as he left. And indented the carpet in a black hollow outlining a large male foot as he headed out the door as quietly as he'd come.
Leaving only torn shorts or a stretched nightgown.
But I was left alone feeling stretched and hollow.
And utterly insane.
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