I am lying in bed with my eyes closed, I was sleeping, have this overwhelming sentiency that I 'm being watched. My skin crawl, I'm awkward and scared. I 'm too afraid to bet, I do n't desire to, if I do reckon there might be someone there. I'm so afraid to open my eyes, ‘ Please do n't be there."I say to myself. I yield and finally have to go over, he 's there, standing over me, his juicy oculus stare, emotionless, cold like ice. My organic structure is toilsome like I 've been drugged. I ca n't move, my voice hoarse, I ca n't cry out, my weapons system and pegleg ineffectual to oppose. I 'm trapped inside my own consistence. 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 ease up up and go away.



I fight against the beat weight of my body, trying to get myself to locomote. I must give birth passed out. I wake to deal against my skin. They 're cold, I try to be active away from his speck but I ca n't. ‘ Oh god, please no !'I cry out inside my forefront. My sass move, just barely, but there 's no sound. His hand loving cup my breast, I can feel his manus scratch line to warm up with the striking with my skin. His hands slide over my skin, over my white meat. First one then the other. He 's talking his time. He 's confident I wo n't be capable to do anything for a while. I feel him revolve my nipple between his fingers. His back talk take my mamilla between is sass, he moves his tongue around the areola. He holds my nipple between his teeth flicking the tip with his tongue. I lose consciousness again. I 'm not sure how much time passed but I no longer experience his hired man against me. Has he gone ?

I fight to open my eyes again, my vision is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a present moment I thought he really was gone, that 's when he pulls my scanty off. I manage a barely audible, `` No '' but it had no effect. He drops my leg back against the bed. His hands run over my hide, taking in my second joint, they make their way up to between my stage feeling my reluctant warmth. Somehow I find the willpower to get my consistency to finally affect. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I 'm still heavily drugged but manage to shout out at him to get the fuck out.

He 's absolutely surprised, `` What the fuck ? '' I manage to sit up, he 's in total shock, 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 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 fuck me, so fucking me. '' I do n't palpate like I 'm in control of what I 'm saying. At the same time I 'm sitting here telling this rapist to come back and have sex me.

I 'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and take a shit him leave. None of those words make it through, just the words telling him to come roll in the hay me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my pussy. He 's thrusting into me. Before he can cease I start to recover control of my dead body again. I sit up and push him down onto his back, straddle him and start riding him. I can just piss out a look of electrical shock and joy.

'' I did n't, I really was n't expecting this, but I have to admit I 'm enjoying this. '' he says. I sit inscrutable and ride him hard. It had been so prospicient since I had a man I took full reward of him. I slide my rose hip forward and back, my wetness releasing on his belly. I moan as I take his hands and hold them against my breasts. I only start to rock my pelvis faster before he starts to puff up up inside me, the heat of his peel 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 thrust against me. He does n't discover or believe anything of my hired hand sliding down the side of my bed. I'm keeping his attention with my rose hip. My handwriting finds what I was looking for. I wait, it wo n't be long now. I feel him develop inside me again, his breath quickens and his trunk 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 adhesive friction tightens against the object in a pocket of my mattress. I stage my defensive attitude cat ear knuckle weapon. I black-market out. I thought I passed out and missed my opportunity to punish this man for coming into my household, making it no longer sense safe. My bed was supposed to be my rubber place, this is no longer honest.

I woke up to the notion of something strange, it was making me chill, it was wet, it felt almost slimy. It took me a while to get the existence to come into focus. My pass is pounding and my mouth dry. I reached for my drink next to my bed and something hits it before my hired hand reached its intend target.

'' What the ... `` mental confusion takes over. I lift my script only to see red. I quickly check my consistency thinking this was my lineage, 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 sense where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before,"What the nooky '' I say out gaudy to myself. Something wasn't rightfield, I reached up and touched the peel on my grimace, it felt tight and round the bend beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go across-the-board. I see line, a lot of origin.

'' What the fucking hell ! '' I shoot up, oh my head. It 's still blurry, throbbing. `` It was just a pipe dream. It was all a dream wasn't it ? What the hell happened ? '' I look around. On my bridge player is what 's left field of my cat ear knuckle arm. `` eminence to self, do n't buy the plastic one next time. ''

I see a trail of blood leading out the room access. I get up to clear my panties were missing. They were n't on me nor were they on the floor. `` shit, I really liked those panties. '' 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 individual, someone who really was in my home.

The rakehell led me down my hallway rake smeared on the walls. I was measured to detain clear of the blood line lead, I watched a lot of investigation shows, I knew not to advert anything.

The blood trail led to my front door, which was locked. Holy fuck, I realized, it 's locked, the fucking door is locked. The fucking bastard had a fucking key ! I checked and my sliding deoxyephedrine doorway was still locked as well.

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

I hear a racket, it startles me, I jerk awake, person knocking on my doorway ? A dream, it was only a aspiration. It felt so real. I check, no blood. I hear the whang 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 take in, for the nearly role.

The bash comes one more time followed by a phonation calling out, `` Maintenance ''.

'' Just a bit ! '' I call back. I had completely forgotten care was going to descend by. I check the clock, 7 P.M. form of late, I thought to myself.

I quickly throw on my robe and hurry to the doorway. No ancestry trail, the doorway is not only locked but the chain is in stead. 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 image starts to fades from my brain.

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