I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this flood out sensation that I 'm being watched. My skin crawls, I'm unquiet and scared. I 'm too afraid to look, I do n't want to, if I do count there might be mortal there. I'm so afraid to open up my centre, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally bear to break, he 's there, standing over me, his blue eyes stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My consistency is heavy like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my voice hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and leg unable to oppose. I 'm pin inside my own soundbox. I start to accrue in and out of consciousness. I have no theme how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to delay awake maybe if I stay awake he will contribute up and go away.



I fight against the absolutely weight of my body, trying to get myself to move. I must have passed out. I wake to hands against my skin. They 're dusty, I try to move away from his touch sensation but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my straits. My lips move, just barely, but there 's no phone. His hand cup my breast, I can find his mitt startle to warm up with the tangency with my skin. His hands slide over my skin, over my breast. First one then the other. He 's talking his clip. He 's convinced I wo n't be capable to do anything for a while. I feel him roll my mammilla between his fingers. His lip take my nipple between is lip, he moves his lingua around the areola. He holds my mammilla between his teeth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose awareness again. I 'm not sure how much time passed but I no longer experience his hands against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to spread out my eyes again, my sight is bleary I can barely make out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my pantie off. I manage a barely hearable, `` No '' but it had no effect. He drops my legs back against the bed. His hands run over my tegument, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmness. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally move. I scream as I grab his script, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to call at him to get the fuck out.

He 's absolutely surprise, `` What the fuck ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in come shock, I should n't be conscious let alone moving. He backs up and goes to entrust. I start to feel the effects of the drug again.

The reality that I haven't had sex in conclude to two geezerhood starts to set in. `` Fuck me. '' I say.

'' What ? '' he turns and looks at me with confusion.

'' ass me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to have a go at it me, so sleep together me. '' I do n't feel like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the same time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to do back and fuck me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight down and make water him go out. None of those words make it through, just the countersign telling him to come bonk me are making it through. I fall into the bed and head out again. I wake up to his hammer penetrating my pussy. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to regain ascendancy of my body again. I sit up and bear on him down onto his vertebral column, straddle him and start riding him. I can just make out a look of shock and pleasure.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to admit I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit bass and ride him hard. It had been so farsighted since I had a man I took full advantage of him. I slide my rosehip forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hands and confine them against my chest. I only start to rock my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the warmth of his skin against mine, the wetness that came from me riding him. He 's getting close, `` Not yet. '' I tell him."I want you top again."

I wrap my legs around him and we roll over. He's back to being on top. He continues to push up against me. He does n't comment or think anything of my hand sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my rosehip. My hand finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him grow inside me again, his breath quickens and his torso starts to tense up.

'' I 'm cumming '' he says.

'' Yes, please '' I respond, `` I hope you enjoyed this because you 'll never do this again."

'' What ? '' he stops. Confusion took over and for a consequence he forgot he was about to cum.

My grip tightens against the objective in a air hole of my mattress. I give my defensive cat ear knuckle weapon. I black out. I thought I passed out and omit my opportunity to penalize this man for coming into my home base, making it no longer feel dependable. My bed was supposed to be my condom place, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the feeling of something strange, it was making me chilled, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a piece to get the world to come into focus. My oral sex is pounding and my mouth dry. I reached for my drinkable next to my bed and something hits it before my bridge player reached its intended target.

'' What the ... `` disarray takes over. I lift my deal only to see red. I quickly check my body thinking this was my blood, that I 'd hurt myself somehow. Then I remember that man.

‘ Wait'I said to myself, ‘ I was just dreaming, I had to be.'But I hurt, I still feel where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before,"What the fuck '' I say out loud to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the skin on my aspect, it felt nasty and cracked beneath my digit as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my heart go wide. I see blood, a lot of line.

'' What the screw hell ! '' I shoot up, oh my head. It 's still fuzzy, throbbing. `` It was just a dream. It was all a dream wasn't it ? What the hell happened ? '' I look around. On my hand is what 's left of my cat ear knuckle weapon. `` Note to self, do n't buy the charge plate one next clock time. ''

I see a trail of lineage leading out the door. I get up to make my scanty were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` Crap, I really liked those panties. '' My sarcasm was quickly cut off by reality. Oh shit, oh shit, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked someone, individual who really was in my home.

The blood led me down my hall blood smeared on the rampart. I was deliberate to quell clear of the blood trail, I watched a lot of investigation display, I knew not to stir anything.

The blood trail led to my front door, which was locked. holy fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the roll in the hay door is locked. The fucking bastard had a have it off key ! I checked and my sliding glass door was still locked as well.

I run to my way and snap up my phone, I try to dial 9-1-1 but I ca n't, the phone is n't working, somehow I get soul on the line of products but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the flat position and report it ? I 'm too scare to go outside but I 'm not even rubber in my home. I try dialing for the police again. Why can't I get through, why won't anyone listen ?

I hear a randomness, it startles me, I jerk awake, somebody knocking on my door ? A dream, it was only a dream. It felt so real. I check, no blood. I hear the whang again. I slide out of bed, my panties still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My fountainhead hurts but it 's clean-cut, for the most section.

The roast comes one more time followed by a voice calling out, `` maintenance ''.

'' Just a moment ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten maintenance was going to add up by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. kind of latterly, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my robe and haste to the door. No line of descent trail, the doorway is not only locked but the mountain range is in topographic point. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a aspiration. ‘ Wyrd though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The closer I get to the door the more his look-alike starts to fades from my mind.

I open the door and there he was, standing there, the man from my aspiration. The man who had a key to my flat, one of the maintenance guys, one I 'd never seen before today, he was new and just started, today was his first day.

I know the rule that you ca n't dream about somebody you 've never seen before and until today I would have accepted that as true .