Dreams are funny, fickle things.
She woke with the memory of large, masculine hands pushing her down roughly, but in such a wanted way. Pinning her as the weight of his body began pressing down on her own. His legs straddled hers, and just that pressure on her hips was enough to make her come undone and push up to try to grind against him.
It was a tiny snippet of a dream memory, but it was so vivid and so outrageously explicit compared to what she was used to that it played in her mind all day. Distracting her through work, through her commute back and forth, and through the quiet dinner by herself in front of the TV.
She knew what her friends would say about something like this — “It’s been too long since you’ve been laid,” or “You should really get back out there,” or “This is what you get for never really learning how to masturbate.”
Oh well. Maybe it was a sign of some sort. Maybe she should go out drinking with the girls this Friday. Get the social juices flowing. She wasn’t going to have a one night stand — really not her style — but a bit of flirting here and there wouldn’t kill her.
As she lay down to go to bed, she couldn’t help but think once more about the heat of another body on top of hers.
“Give me a little taste.” A rough whisper went straight to her pussy. She was disoriented, head fuzzy and swimming, but her mouth opened into a soft moan as though her control over her body had thoroughly eroded.
Again, she felt warm weight on top of her — much more tangible than yesterday — with the tantalizing addition of his hot breath against her ear and neck.
“Come on, baby.” A knee shifted its way between her thighs, nudging them apart. “You want it bad now, don’t you?”
“Yes…” she felt herself whimper. Her voice sounded so far away with a tone so unlike her own. But her body was yielding to this man, humping against his leg as it settled in at her cunt.
“’Atta girl,” he growled, and began kissing and biting at the soft skin on her neck. His mouth felt like the most intense, electric point of contact. It was as though her entire world narrowed down to it; she was obsessing over his tongue and teeth. Her pussy clenched and tingled, arousal taking over as her hips began snapping up against him. Her mind fuzzed at the edges even further as she began to lose her grip on reality…
“Just let it all out. I bet you taste so sweet… Let go to me. It’ll feel so good…”
She moaned softly as her legs spread, and everything darkened around her.
When she woke, she was so, so wet and tingly that she actually pressed a hand between her legs in a desperate attempt to relieve some of it.
She was so sensitive that it shocked her, and she found herself so tempted to continue. But outside, it was still pitch black, the dead of night. She was exhausted, and the morning would creep up on her.
With a breath, she rolled over and closed her eyes, this time slipping into a dreamless, deep sleep.
The next day was no easier than the day before. She went back and forth from her door to the car three times because of things she left on the counter. There was always the option of calling in for a sick day, but it seemed ridiculous to take the day off because of… Sex dreams.
She took her lunch break at a coffee shop nearby, hoping that a change of scenery would jolt her out of her fantasy land or split through the haze that seemed to cover her mind. Instead, she found herself still distracted, staring off into the distance, fixing her gaze somewhere and forgetting to move it.
Worse still, she was noticing all of the men in the shop more than she ever had. She had no urge to have sex with each one, but just their presence seemed to remind her of the feel of those hands, that mouth, that…
She blushed and sighed while gazing into her hot mug of coffee.
The rest of the day passed her by as though she was in a sort of trance. She was on autopilot from her return to work all the way to parking in the driveway. When she got home, she thought about finishing what she started last night, but the thought of touching herself seemed too embarrassing.
Maybe that was part of it too; Masturbating would be showing weakness. Lack of control. After the day she just had that was the last thing she wanted to feel.
With a small smile and a sense of pride, she went through her nightly rituals: dinner, TV, shower, tucking herself into bed.
Secretly, or not so secretly, she was looking forward to sleep.
“Who are you?” she whispered. Dazzled by his eyes, his touch, his skin. It was like he was made to bring her to ecstasy — or perhaps she was made for his touch.
It all blended together as he chuckled.
“You know what I am,” he murmured as he slid down to be able to take one of her nipples between his lips and tease it. Hot sparks shooting down to her belly. “Deep down.”
She wasn’t confident she knew anything at this point except her desire for more, more, more. She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside of her.
“If you want something you have to ask for it.” There was a glint in his eye that was entirely unsettling.
Again, her mouth moved as though she had no control over it. It was as if her voice was being forced out of her:
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please…”
He drew up immediately with a laugh, gripped her thighs, forced her legs apart, and pulled her closer so that her pussy was obscenely pressed against the bulge in his pants.
“You want this,” he said as he slowly ground his pelvis into hers.
She didn’t care what he was saying. Everything he was doing was making her hot. Dimly, she became aware that her mouth was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
“You want my cock. You want me to consume you. Nothing else is good enough for you.”
His clothes were suddenly gone, and she cried out as she felt his bare cock sliding up and down her pussy lips, hot and hard and huge against her.
She needed it inside of her. Some alien desire had nested itself in her mind and wouldn’t release her. She was obsessed. Her hips bucked against him. He took hold of his cock at the base, and slapped it against her cunt a few times. It felt like she would go delirious with need.
Swiftly, he gathered her wrists, and pinned them above her head in one large hand. With the other, he lined his throbbing dick up with her pussy. She could feel the blunt head of it threatening to breech her. She gasped, frozen in that moment in time like it was going to last forever.
His eyes flicked from the sight between her legs up to her face.
“You have willingly accepted me into your body,” he growled, slowly, so slowly pushing his hips forward to open her up. “Now I will feed on your pleasure until I am full, or until you are lost.”
She heard none of it. Her pussy was being stretched around his huge cock, and the sparks of heat in her belly were overwhelming her. Time slowed as she threw her head back and moaned and shook, helpless to do anything but let him sink into her. It should’ve hurt, but there was no pain, no discomfort. Just a deep, intense fullness.
When his pelvis was flush to hers, he leaned down with a satisfied groan.
“You taste so good, baby…”
Her thighs quivered as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in. Then again… Finally, he released her hands and gripped her hips as he fucked into her with earnest. The friction of his cock against her insides sent her spiraling down into a feeling of pleasure she had never known before.
She could feel herself growing weaker as he fucked her at a brutal pace, but even that seemed to arouse her further. Moans tumbled out of her lips. It felt as though she was permanently building up to an orgasm that would never come, or perhaps she was just continuously having one and couldn’t tell the difference. The head of his dick was hitting some deep spot inside of her that she couldn’t get enough of. Her legs were beginning to flop uselessly.
“Yes, yes, give it all up to me…” His voice had taken on a more guttural tone, and she tried to hold her head up to look at him to see him — to see what he was. Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see the outline of his body shifting and changing. But she had no strength, and her head rolled back down again; she was stuck helplessly laying there, getting fucked by someone — or something — completely foreign to her.
His grunts and moans were addictive; she wanted nothing more than for this man or this creature to pleasure itself with her body. She could feel her consciousness slipping, and she struggled to hold on just to stay here, to keep feeling this good. She had lost total control of her voice — her own groans and gasps echoed in her ears.
His deep thrusts became even more violent, shaking her entire body until she finally lost her grip on her awareness… And finally, eventually, she blacked out.
She woke suddenly, startled, in a cold sweat. Shaking almost violently. The kind of sudden awakening where even though she was in her own bed, she forgot where she was for a few, long seconds.
…Oh, fuck. That dream. Oh, fuck.
She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was only 3 AM. Thank God. Plenty of time to sleep before work. She gave a shuddering sigh and leaned back on her headboard. Her body still felt weak. Her pussy was still tingling from the dream.
As she reached over to ensure that her alarm was set properly for the next morning, her hand brushed against something — a small, folded piece of paper. Curious, she picked it up, and turned the light on to investigate.
One word was scrawled on it, in black, barely legible cursive:
About the Author:
sleepingirl is a passionate writer, presenter, and podcaster who has been active in the public kink community since 2012. She is a switch who lives happily together in a polyamorous 24/7 D/s triad with her Master and her slave, and teaches at events across the US. With a love for erotic hypnosis and all things psychological, she frequently writes erotica about this deeply hot, intense, and cerebral play, as well as educational or erotic nonfiction about her real life experiences with brainwashing and trance. She also has more broad interests in kink, including rope, sadomasochism, CNC, and service dynamics, which find their way into her blogging and teaching. Along with her slave, she hosts an erotic hypnosis podcast, “Two Hyp Chicks”, where they have a couple drinks, speak on a topic, and do live trance sessions in each episode.