I was eased to consciousness by something warm and fleshy sliding up my legs. I was groggy. And ecstatic! For months I'd buried my nose in books, learning everything I could about lucid dreaming. I figured if no one would touch me, I'd make it happen somehow. As I lay in my bed I felt a dreamy clairvoyance as I fully relaxed my body. I knew that if I didn’t accept where my mind was taking me I would immediately lose this newfound insight.
I felt something coarse like sandpaper scrape against my knee. It stung my skin as it ran across my leg then grazed my inner thigh. Two hands gripped my panties at my hips, yanked them down past my knees, and slipped them over my feet. The hands were commanding, forcefully bending and spreading my legs so I was fully exposed. I felt a puff of warm breath on my bare skin then a sharp pang as a mouthful of cold, hard teeth sunk into my inner thigh. “Ow!” I yipped, suddenly wide-awake and full of panic. This was not a dream at all. Someone was in my bed.
I fumbled with the blankets, trying to reach between my legs to protect myself just as two fingers forced their way inside of me. “Why?” I asked weakly as the fingers slid in and out of my body. “You owe me for keeping your little secret these past few months,” he hissed.
I scrambled my legs under the blanket and kicked at his torso. He growled at me to stop as he gripped my ankles and forced my legs immobile. Something warm and moist pressed against my clitoris and rubbed back and forth, up and down, in and out. It was soft and wet and felt better than anything I'd ever done to myself.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I softly chanted. He stopped abruptly, “No?” he questioned, “I thought you liked to cum?” His voice muffled as he returned his mouth to me. I was caught in a consuming miasma of pleasure, guilt and shame. This can't feel good, I cried to myself. I held my breath and tried to push his head away, but I was debilitated by arousal. I don’t want this, I told myself. How can this feel good? I wondered.
I breathily begged him to stop, softly thumping my fist on his shoulder, but I knew my fight was over. With one last swirl of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, my body exploded with uncontrollable contractions. As I lay there panting, he slipped out of my room unnoticed. When the spasms had subsided and my heartbeat returned to its normal rate, my body, exhausted from tumult, went spiraling out of lucidity and into a deep and dreamless slumber.
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