I am lying in bed with my optic closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelming sensation that I 'm being watched. My peel crawls, I'm uneasy and dash. I 'm too afraid to calculate, I do n't want to, if I do look there might be someone there. I'm so afraid to unfold my eyes, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally have to check, he 's there, standing over me, his blue eyes stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My body is heavy like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my interpreter hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my arms and legs ineffective to react. I 'm trapped inside my own torso. I start to fall in and out of knowingness. I have no idea how he drugged me but I 'm lost. I 'm fighting to stay on awake maybe if I stay awake he will give up and go away.



I fight against the utter weight unit of my body, trying to get myself to be active. I must have passed out. I wake to hands against my skin. They 're low temperature, I try to affect away from his signature but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my top dog. My lips move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His hand cup my knocker, I can experience his hired man start to warm up up with the physical contact with my skin. His hands coast over my skin, over my boob. commencement one then the early. He 's talking his meter. He 's confident I wo n't be able to do anything for a while. I feel him roll my nipple between his fingers. His mouth need my nipple between is lips, he moves his knife around the areola. He holds my pap between his teeth flicking the tip with his natural language. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not sure how much time passed but I no longer finger his mitt against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open my eyes again, my vision is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no burden. He drops my pegleg back against the bed. His hands run over my tegument, taking in my second joint, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant heat. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally move. I scream as I grab his bridge player, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to shout at him to get the piece of ass out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the nookie ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in sum up jar, I should n't be witting let alone moving. He backs up and goes to leave. I start to feel the effects of the drug again.

The reality that I haven't had sex in tight to two years starts to set in. `` roll in the hay me. '' I say.

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

'' Fuck me ! '' I slur, `` You came here to do it me, so lie with me. '' I do n't experience like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the same time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to amount back and get laid me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and bring in him exit. None of those words make it through, just the words telling him to number screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and toss out again. I wake up to his hammer penetrating my pussy. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to regain command of my body again. I sit up and push him down onto his vertebral column, straddle him and take up riding him. I can just stool out a feeling 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 deep and hinge upon him hard. It had been so farsighted since I had a man I took full advantage of him. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hired hand and hold them against my titty. I only start to rock my pelvic arch faster before he starts to puff up 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 pegleg around him and we roll over. He's back to being on top. He continues to push up against me. He does n't observe or think anything of my hand sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my pelvic arch. My mitt finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him turn inside me again, his breath quickens and his body starts to strain 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 moment he forgot he was about to cum.

My grip tightens against the object in a pocket of my mattress. I present my justificatory cat ear knuckle weapon. I black out. I thought I passed out and lack my chance to punish this man for coming into my home, making it no longer palpate safe. My bed was supposed to be my safe place, this is no longer true.

I woke up to the feeling of something strange, it was making me chill, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the world to add up into focus. My head word is pounding and my mouth dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something smash it before my hand reached its intended target.

'' What the ... `` muddiness takes over. I lift my bridge player only to see red. I quickly stop my torso thinking this was my blood, that I 'd anguish myself somehow. Then I remember that man.

‘ hold'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 meretricious to myself. Something wasn't rightfulness, I reached up and touched the skin on my face, it felt tight and crack up beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go wide. I see ancestry, a lot of blood.

'' What the fucking Hades ! '' I shoot up, oh my head. It 's still muzzy, throbbing. `` It was just a aspiration. It was all a dream wasn't it ? What the snake pit happened ? '' I look around. On my bridge player is what 's leftfield of my cat ear knuckle artillery. `` Note to self, do n't buy the plastic one next time. ''

I see a trail of blood leading out the doorway. I get up to realize my panties were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` Crap, I really liked those step-in. '' My caustic remark was quickly cut off by reality. Oh mother fucker, oh shit, I realized I was n't dreaming and was drugged, raped, and had attacked someone, someone who really was in my dwelling house.

The stock led me down my hallway blood smeared on the walls. I was careful to stay exonerated of the blood line lead, I watched a lot of investigation shows, I knew not to match anything.

The blood trail led to my movement door, which was locked. Holy fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking asshole had a be intimate key ! I checked and my sliding drinking glass door was still locked as well.

I run to my room and grab my sound, I try to dial 9-1-1 but I ca n't, the phone is n't working, somehow I get someone on the line but they think I 'm joking. I sit on my bed freaking out. Should I go to the apartment billet and report it ? I 'm too scared to go outside but I 'm not even rubber in my nursing home. I try dialing for the police again. Why can't I get through, why won't anyone listen ?

I hear a noise, it startles me, I jerk awake, person knocking on my doorway ? A dream, it was only a dream. It felt so real. I check, no blood. I hear the whack again. I slide out of bed, my panties still on but I hurt, I still feel like I had sex. My mind hurts but it 's clear, for the to the highest degree division.

The knock comes one more clip followed by a voice calling out, `` maintenance ''.

'' Just a bit ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten alimony was going to come by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. kind of belatedly, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the door. No roue trail, the door is not only locked but the string is in place. I shrug it off, thank god it was just a dream. ‘ Wyrd though about the man.'I thought since I had never seen him before. The closer I get to the door the More his range starts to slicing from my mind.

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