Hi, my name is Anita and I'm in a bit of a predicament — a spiritual one.
The first time it happened, I was asleep, naked. I was having an erotic dream about a boy I liked when I realized I could feel the sensations. My legs were parted; I could feel fingers touching my labia lips, tickling my slit.
I've had sex dreams before, but this one felt different. It was intense, far more intense than anything I'd ever felt before.
A finger pushed into me, and I moaned. I couldn't help it. It felt so good. By the time a mouth latched onto my breast, I was gone. I gave myself over to the pleasure, trapped between sleep and consciousness.
He finished me off with his mouth and fingers, giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. When I woke up, I was refreshed. My sheets were damp and smelled like pee. I had never squirted during sex before. Looking at my phone, I realized how late I was and hurriedly prepared for work.
My work as a banker is quite busy, so I didn't have time to think about what had happened the previous night. I pushed it to the back of my mind and promptly forgot about it.
When I got home that night, I went through my usual routine: fixed myself dinner, watched half a movie, and then prepped for bed.
Tonight was a bit chilly, so I put on my pajamas, cotton pants and a button-down top. Soon, I was fast asleep.
My sleep was deep and dreamless for a while. Then I saw him, the boy I liked. In my dream, I was lying on his couch and he walked up to me and put his hand between my legs. Again, the sensation was so real that I got wet. He kneaded my cat, his fingers working me exactly the way I liked it, almost as if he could read my mind. He popped two buttons off my top and slid his free hand in to grope my breasts, twisting my nipples with just the perfect pressure.
At this point, I was grinding my hips into his hand, pushing my breast into his other hand, and begging for more.
He smiled at me and tugged down the elastic of my pants to cup my sex. He worked his thumb over my pleasure nub, slipping a finger into me. I reached up to grab him and my hands moved through him. My brows furrowed in confusion, immediately stilling my writhing body. Before I could pull away, he added a second finger and began to pump into me. My brain lost every coherent thought. The way he twisted and bent his fingers was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Soon, I was panting and moaning, begging him not to stop.
He pulled away from me and I almost screamed at him to get back to what he was doing. Then I noticed he was undressing. His body was perfect — the exact kind of body I wanted a man to have. When I saw his organ, I almost fainted. I threw my legs open, parting my folds in silent invitation.
He hadn't even bottomed out when I erupted. The shower I released was unending. He fucked me through the night and into the early hours of the morning. This time when I woke up, I was slightly exhausted and sore.
My body tingled with that feeling of being well-fucked, but even that didn't stop me from panicking a little.
At 27, I was old and enlightened enough to know the difference between dreams and reality. A sex dream should not leave you sore. As I stood under the steaming shower, washing away the stickiness that was a mixture of my sweat, squirt, and cum, I began to wonder if someone was sneaking into my apartment to rape me.
That day at work, I couldn't concentrate. My mind was in a battle. On one hand, I had experienced the best orgasm of my life, twice: once without penetration and the second time being fucked within an inch of my life by the best dick I've ever seen. Thick, veined. I could feel myself start to moisten again as I remembered that perfect specimen.
But then, my veejay was still throbbing from being fucked so hard, and there had to be an explanation for why.
I looked up CCTV cameras online and put a call to my electrician to help me find an installer. I left work as early as I could, and had everything installed that day, even though it meant paying extra for express delivery.
That night, I couldn't eat. I was restless, apprehensive, and beneath it all, expectant.
When I finally crawled into bed, I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, waiting.
I woke up at 5:30 am, and a wave of disappointment hit me. He hadn't come.
A part of my brain whispered, Did the cameras scare him off?
I looked at the camera positions. They weren't visible to anyone who wasn't looking for them. The only way he'd know I had cameras was if he installed them. I thought of my electrician, then brushed him off — too local to pull off something like this.
I prepared for work and left.
As much as I tried, my mind kept drifting to that dick and what it had done to me. Eventually, I was able to focus on work until it was time to go home.
Going through my night routine felt longer than usual. I was in a hurry to get into bed. My back had barely touched the mattress when I fell asleep.
And then he came.
When I saw him, I almost jumped in excitement. He saw my wide grin and returned it, scooping me in his arms.
"Did you miss me?" he whispered against my cheek.
I nodded eagerly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss me. Vaguely, a thought crossed my mind about how I could touch him now, but I could not the other day.
He broke the kiss and put me down, slipping my nightshirt over my head. His mouth was all over me in an instant. He kissed my thighs, my feet, my ass-cheeks, my back, and arms. He worshipped my body.
By the time he had me on my back with his head between my legs, I had already cum from all the attention.
He ate me out until I came again before entering me with that instrument of ruin between his legs. He fucked me twice. First, he gave me hard, punctuated thrusts in missionary position, and when my legs were shaking and a fountain was gushing between my thighs, he flipped me over and fucked me prone bone.
I must have slipped into a coma from there. I woke up at 7 am and began to panic before I remembered it was a Saturday.
The only reason I showered before running to my laptop was that I was exceedingly sticky from the sex of the night before.
I flipped open my laptop, started the app linked to the cameras, and held my breath. Moment of truth.
The video started with me sleeping peacefully. Then my body was lifted by an invisible force, and I watched in horror as my arms wrapped around an invisible body.
My dress shirt was being lifted off my body, and soon the sounds of my moans and cries wafted from the speakers. I clamped my hand over my mouth, unable to scream as I watched the unbelievable video on my screen. I saw when my legs were spread and lifted. Saw my body shake with each orgasm. When I saw my body flipped on my own bed, I passed out.
I came to a while later and my Microsoft Word was open on my laptop.
On the screen, in bold fonts, were the words:
Hi Anita, I think it's time we formally introduced ourselves.
Part two coming on Monday! Stay tuned.
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