Nighttime hallucinations are no uncommon thing for me--just ask my wife. I've seen all sorts of strange things looming in the darkness, but only once have I felt something too. It was a couple of years ago, just after moving in to a new apartment. Since I worked nights, I often found myself coming home to a completely dark house, my wife having already turned in for the night.
This night was no exception, and I can hear her slumber-laden breathing from the hallway outside the bedroom. After a quick bedtime snack and reading for a bit, I ready myself for bed and pad silently into the bedroom. I fall asleep quickly enough, as was often the case after a long, hard day.
I do not know how long I had slept, but after some time I wake to another one of my hallucinations. It appeared to me as though a dark something or another was moving up the bed. It wasn't the first time that I'd seen hallucinations moving across the covers, so I don't think much of it--that is, until it brushes past my elbow.
Immediately, I freeze--paralyzed with fear. Did I just imagine it? It looks like a shadowy snake, or a tentacle of some sort. Then, I feel it again--this time, on my chest. I ever-so-slowly sit up, then turn to rouse my wife, as the lamp is on her side of the bed.
Before I can wake her, the shadow whipps forward and wraps itself about my throat. Another snake-like shadow moves up the bed as well, this one pressing softly to my lips, wordlessly indicating that I should be silent. It feels warm and wet against my lips--what the hell is this thing?
The tentacle then slips free from my lips and slowly, almost lovingly, slides down my chest. As it slips down, it teases my nipple, as if arousing me could somehow distract from the peril I am in. It slides further down, snaking under the waistband of my boxers, the alien warmth wrapping itself tenderly around my member.
You like this sort of thing, right? it seems to wordlessly say, as it begins tugging and squeezing, coaxing blood into the swelling organ. Will this help you relax?
Naturally, I have a hard time relaxing, my brain not handling well the simultaneous threat of strangulation and promise of pleasure. Rather than struggle against the shadowy being, however, I decide to take the its silent advice and lay back down.
This seems to be what it wants, as immediately the creature frees itself from my airway. This tendril, too, begins a slow descent from my neck down to my chest, leaving a warm, wet trail in its wake. Several more of these shadowy tentacles snake their way up the bed, joining in the pilgrimage down my body. One of them pauses on my nipple, swirling around in a teasing manner as the rest of them continue down, hooking onto the waistband of my boxers. Deftly, they slip the boxers off my body, freeing my genitals from their cloth confines.
I arch my back and suck in my breath as I feel something latch on to my nipple like a tiny vacuum. It seems to gage my reaction as positive, as it then slithers another tendril up and does the same to the other nipple as well. In the darkness, I look down and it appears that one dark tendril was latched on somehow to each nipple, vigorously stimulating me with tiny mouths. I try desperately not to make any noise, not wanting to upset the shadowy thing as I had earlier. With all the simulation, it is a difficult thing to manage.
All this attention finally rouses my member, which has now been completely enveloped by the being's shadowy tendrils. As eerie and foreign as they felt, they seem to know just the right places to stroke and tease, arousing without overstimulating.
One tentacle firmly grips the base of my penis, causing it to throb and jump with each heartbeat. Yet another tendril, I feel, coils itself around my balls, gently massaging and squeezing. A third wraps itself about my thigh, squeezing in rhythm with each stroke that the remaining tentacles deal to my throbbing member.
What does it want? How did it learn how to give a goddamned handjob?
These thoughts quickly come and go, as the rising pleasure pushes such thoughts aside. The suction on my nipples intensifies and it gives my balls a gentle squeeze.
My eyes are now a bit better adjusted to the darkness, and I can better see where the being's tentacles originate from--the ceiling. A writhing mass of tentacles is somehow attached to the ceiling above our bed. Though I can more clearly make it out, my brain is still convinced it is just a hallucination--though my genitals tell me otherwise.
