Dream Journal
June 6, 2023
To Whomever Finds This,
My story is a cautionary tale, so don't get it twisted.
Sleep paralysis has been plaguing me since my teens. Not every night is torment, but it happens about once a month. Sometimes it's just a terrible feeling of lucid helplessness; other times, I see things and feel things. Shadow people, the ghouls and gremlins of my mind, come to torture my body while I'm helpless. I labor to breathe while they press on my chest until I can't breathe, smiling in delight at my fear of death. Other times, I feel their claws or teeth scrape against my face, gut, or groin as they threaten to tear me open. I wake up, often in a cold sweat, but in the same condition I was when I went to sleep. This was not one of those times.
The night I refer to was a month ago. I woke to semi consciousness, my body locked in stillness. Waiting for the typical shadowy tormentor to arrive, I was surprised to find something different. At the foot of my bed, her head obscured by shadow, stood a nude woman. She was not particularly tall, but firm and muscular. Despite her slim, taught musculature, her breasts where ample and her ass was round and soft. She stood with one leg crossed in front of the other, further accentuating her wide hips. I had never seen such exemplary womanhood presented with such strength. Anxiously, I waited for the cruel twist, knowing these experiences were never pleasurable. I suppose there is a first time for everything.
Leaning forward, she placed her hands on my bed, and her face was plain to see in the moonlight. Ram's horns, like those of a satyr, protruded out of her short, thick, brown curls. Large, yellow eyes focused on my immobile face. Her lips were her defining feature, as I had never seen anything like them. They were large, plump, thick dark pillows of flesh, like those of some silicon-enhanced porn star. Those lips formed a curled, wry smile that told me I was at her mercy. Scared as I was, I wanted her to fuck me. My heart beat like a war drum in anticipation of her body. I didn't realize how hard my cock was until she ran her finger over it.
My blanket was pitching a tall tent. She giggled with delight, lowering her mouth upon it to give it a gentle, playful bite through the blanket. Her eyes never left mine, locked in a hypnotic stare that I could feel in my heart. Something deep inside me was stimulated, something primal and ethereal. For the first time, I could feel my soul under my flesh, writhing as if being gently tickled, and as surely as I could feel my essence, I knew she hungered for it.
She crawled up to my face, hovering over it with a surprisingly loving smile. Some of her hair dangled onto my forehead. She felt febrile, as if she had been laying in the hot sand of a beach in summer. Just as hot was her breath that I felt blow against my face. She ran her fingers over my face gently. "Handsome," she whispered to me. That is one word I was not used to hearing often, yet she was clearly sincere. She looked happy, like a child admiring her birthday present. I felt loved, for whatever that is worth. Moreover, I felt in love with her as if I'd known her all my life.
Her glistening, pink tongue slid over each of her plump lips, as she lowered them onto mine. Lust washed away any lingering fears I suffered and I gave myself to her utterly. In the back of my mind, I knew this was just another night terror, but I was along for the ride now. Her lips were as soft as I prayed they would be, and they formed a tight seal around my gaping mouth. Her velvety tongue caressed mine. I nearly cried at my inability to caress hers back. The kiss became wetter as it went on. She pulled away, salivating and breathing heavily. With a gesture she whipped my blanket off of me, my cock remained rock hard.
With both hands she clutched my boxer briefs and tore them apart. It had been a long time since I had seen my dick that long, thick, and hard. She gazed at it hungrily, a thin rope of drool escaped her cushiony lip and gently drizzled over my sensitive cockhead, slowly dribbling down the shaft. I felt every sensation like never before.
She exclaimed something in a language I've never heard and raised her hands up towards the ceiling. I felt a warm glow of power in my paralyzed form. I felt my strongest and healthiest, despite my immobility. She pressed her fingertips upon the crown of my head, and it felt as if she was reaching under my skin. Seizing that glow of power, she pulled it down to my forehead, and then to my throat. My head felt numb, cold, and empty, but also euphoric, as if filled with heroin.
From my throat she pulled my energy down again to my heart. I felt a surge rush across my body and out to my limbs, and then suddenly collapse back into my heart to be dragged down just under my ribcage. My breathing deepened, and the night air filled my lungs as if I were breathing for the first time. When she pulled the swelling energy down to my stomach, my breathing slowed, but remained deep. In my stomach, the ball of energy she was gathering tensed my organs as if squeezing or shrinking them. From there on, the glow turned heavy and aqueous as she pulled it down one last time.
When the weight of energy reached my genitals, my balls began to grow. It was terrifying watching them swell, and it ached deeply. I cringed, wondering how much they could expand before exploding. When they stopped growing, they were the size of russet potatoes. They no longer hurt. In fact, they felt good, heavy, and tingling with the lifeforce of my body.
