She lay in bed after making sure her little boy was safe and asleep in his room. She was in her usual comfortable clothing: t-shirt, panties, and comfy shorts. She had locked the doors and turned off the lights, everything in her home was as it should be. As par with her normal routine, she took out her Kindle and proceeded to read some of whatever book she had recently downloaded, nothing note worthy...just feeding her vampire addictions through fictional characters! Sleep came easy to her tonight, the busy weekend combined with getting up early to go to work, had pretty much used the last of her energy.
It would be ideal to say she was dreaming of sugar plums and gumdrops, but she never remembered her dreams...except for tonight...
She lay there blissfully, in her deep slumber, completely unaware of any outside noise or her surroundings. She never heard the window to her bedroom open, she never felt her shorts and panties being removed from her body, she was unaware of any movement on her big pillow top mattress (that's why you got them anyway, right?), she only thought in her unconscious subconscious, "mmmm, this is nice!"
In her dream like state of mind, the most incredible pleasure was being bestowed upon her...a man with a VERY skilled tongue was stimulating her clit in ways that should be illegal. There was a slow, skilled, licking motion from one end of her to the other until the clit was reached, at which point a nice little flick or two of the tongue sent her body and senses into overload...and then it would stop. Where did he go? Come back!
It wasnt long and her dream man wasnt far, his face was directly above her and she knew this as soon as he started to blow on her..."Oh My GOD," she subconciously thought, this incredibly skilled man was teasing her. A slow, deep moan released from her as her body responded to this new trick. She thrust her hips towards the blowing air, every piece of her body craving more, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation for the next touch. The man responded accordingly by pressing his mouth, his wonderfully stubbly face to her waiting vuvla hard. He licked, flicked, sucked, and moved his tongue in ways unheard of.
She cried out for how could she help herself? This kind of pleasure had not been something she was used to in a long time. Who was she kidding she had never been used to it!!! When she cried out her eyes shot open, she had to see, she had to put a face to this wonderful creature in between her legs. As she became aware of her surroundings she thought it odd that her room looked like it always did, arent dreams supposed to be a fantasy? Shouldnt she be on a beach, under the stars, relishing in this exhilerating moment? This was too good for her bedroom, in her house...
She took this moment to look down, to become aware of her admirer. It was a man of stocky build, blonde hair, and just as she dreamed a face full of stubble. Only there was not supposed to be a man down there, there was not supposed to be a man in her home. She glanced at the clock, it read 3:30 am...this was when she began to realize that she was not having a dream as she had originally thought, this was not supposed to be happening. She lived in a small town, where the local cop loved her from his childhood years, this was her safe place, she knew her neighbors, she had family in this little town....this was not the kind of thing that happened here. Women didnt get...they werent victims of...RAPE!
Upon realization of what was happening her body shut down. She felt shame for having enjoyed herself just moments before. What kind of woman enjoys herself when being raped? She stayed quiet for fear of waking her son. Her body became a wood board, merely going through the motions, she figured this was the only way to save her life. Men who break in womens homes and rape them could also probably kill them right?
The man became aware of the fact that the woman realized what was happening, but he did not restrain her, nor did he stop. Instead he plunged in even further, he used every ounce of his knowledge base to bring her to a pleasure that she could not in fact deny. He wrapped his arms around her legs and reached for her breasts...one in each hand...causing her legs to open and her pelvis to lift. He rocked his body against each motion. He focused on her clit like a boy focuses on his video games. He stroked and sucked his way through her defensiveness until he felt her body responding to his movements. She let out a low guttural moan and started to reach for him as to hold on to something...before she made connection she gasped in shock and put her arms back to her sides. She was going to fight this, she was going to fight him, but rather in a way that was loud and violent it was like the girl was fighting her own inner demons. The mere fact that she responded to him at all was enough to make this man bring her all the way up to ecstacy, he was going to show her her own inner freak.
"OMG, omg, omg", she thought! She was shocked at her own weakness! Did she actually reach for him? And not out of anger but out of longing? What was she, some kind of whore? Sure she had a vibrating rabbit dildo in the drawer in her beside table, and sure she used it daily usually, but that didnt make her a whore that made her a woman with needs, right? She should be angry, she should be scared, she should be a lot of things but instead...she was hot and horny! The inner battle raging within her between be normal and hate this and be yourself and embrace this feeling was finally tipping to one side...it wasnt the side she had expected. And as he did that thing with his tongue, she let go of herself, her inhibitions, her fear, her loneliness. Instead she wrapped her legs around his shoulders in order to pull him closer, she grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked to pull him closer, she thrust her hips into his mouth, she became victim to her own needs and she let him fuck her right...with his mouth!!! Her own body had betrayed her...
Well fuck it, it was happening whether she wanted it or not. The cold hard facts were as is: there was a man in her house, he was not supposed to be there but he was, he was doing things to her that she only thought possible in the best of the best fantasies, she should be furious but instead she was loving every second that he brought her closer to an orgasm she only dreamed possible. Fighting him wasnt going to change what was happening, fighting herself wasnt going to change the facts...so she let it happen and she enjoyed it. Its not like this hadnt always been a secret fantasy of hers anyway, one of course she would never share with anyone out of shame for even thinking it, but her fantasy all the same! So she let it be, she embraced it...she could feel all the shame in the world tomorrow...right now it was about her and this stranger.