I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelm sensation that I 'm being watched. My cutis Australian crawl, I'm uneasy and mark. I 'm too afraid to take care, I do n't desire to, if I do look there might be person there. I'm so afraid to spread my eyes, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally have to retard, he 's there, standing over me, his dismal middle stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My consistence is great like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my voice hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and leg ineffectual to react. I 'm immobilise inside my own body. I start to fall in and out of consciousness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm helpless. I 'm fighting to stay awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the perfectly exercising weight of my organic structure, trying to get myself to make a motion. I must have passed out. I wake to hired hand against my skin. They 're cold, I try to move away from his touch but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my mind. My mouth move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His script cupful my chest, I can feel his hand start to warm up with the contact with my skin. His hand swoop over my skin, over my breast. First one then the early. He 's talking his clip. He 's surefooted I wo n't be able to do anything for a while. I feel him pluck my nipple between his finger. His mouth charter my nipple between is lips, he moves his spit around the areola. He holds my nipple between his teeth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not for sure how lots clock time passed but I no longer experience his hands against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to give my heart again, my visual modality is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a consequence I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my step-in off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no impression. He drops my legs back against the bed. His hands run over my cutis, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant passion. Somehow I find the self-command to get my body to finally move. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to call at him to get the shtup out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the roll in the hay ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in total shock, I should n't be conscious let alone moving. He backs up and goes to leave. I start to feel the burden of the drug again.

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

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

'' Fuck me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to make love me, so screw me. '' I do n't palpate like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the Saami meter I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to come back and jazz me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to press and make him forget. None of those intelligence make it through, just the actor's line telling him to amount screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my puss. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to recover dominance of my body again. I sit up and force him down onto his back, straddle him and set about riding him. I can just make out a feeling of jounce 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 deep and depend upon him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full vantage of him. I slide my pelvis forward and back, my wetness releasing on his stomach. I moan as I take his hands and carry them against my titty. I only start to rock my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the passion 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 notice or remember anything of my deal sliding down the English of my bed. I'm keeping his attending with my hips. My helping 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 physical structure 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 second he forgot he was about to cum.

My bag tightens against the object in a sac of my mattress. I present my defensive cat ear knuckle weapon. I blackness out. I thought I passed out and escape my opportunity to punish this man for coming into my home, making it no longer feel good. My bed was supposed to be my safe seat, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the tone of something strange, it was making me chilled, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a spell to get the world to get along into centering. My head is pounding and my mouth dry. I reached for my deglutition next to my bed and something hits it before my hand reached its specify target.

'' What the ... `` confusion takes over. I lift my hand 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 piece of ass '' I say out loud to myself. Something wasn't right, I reached up and touched the peel on my case, it felt fuddled and cracked beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go wide. I see stemma, a lot of blood.

'' What the fucking nether region ! '' I shoot up, oh my heading. It 's still muzzy, throbbing. `` It was just a dream. It was all a dreaming wasn't it ? What the hell on earth happened ? '' I look around. On my handwriting is what 's left of my cat ear knuckle weapon. `` Note to self, do n't buy the plastic one next time. ''

I see a trail of origin leading out the door. I get up to recognize my panties were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the flooring. `` crap, I really liked those pantie. '' My caustic remark was quickly cut off by reality. Oh shit, oh shit, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked mortal, someone who really was in my menage.

The stemma led me down my hallway line smeared on the walls. I was careful to stay unclutter of the stock trail, I watched a lot of investigating appearance, I knew not to advert anything.

The blood trail led to my front door, which was locked. sanctum fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking bastard had a fucking key ! I checked and my sliding chicken feed 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 mortal on the crease but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the apartment part and written report it ? I 'm too scared to go outside but I 'm not even safe in my base. I try dialing for the police force again. Why can't I get through, why won't anyone listen ?

I hear a stochasticity, it startles me, I jerk awake, someone knocking on my door ? A dreaming, it was only a dream. It felt so real. I check, no stemma. I hear the whack again. I slide out of bed, my panty still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My head hurts but it 's clear, for the most part.

The knock comes one Thomas More time followed by a spokesperson calling out, `` upkeep ''.

'' Just a instant ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten maintenance was going to hail by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. kind of of late, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the door. No blood track, the door is not only locked but the chain is in place. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a dream. ‘ Weird though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The closer I get to the threshold the more his trope starts to fades from my mind.

I open the door and there he was, standing there, the man from my dream. The man who had a key to my flat, one of the maintenance guy wire, 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 person you 've never seen before and until today I would have accepted that as true .