This is my first attempt at Erotic Horror writing. I've enjoyed the experience and I'd really like to know if this is the kind of thing the readership is looking for. I'd like to have a go at another story too, so suggestions for plot lines would be great. Constructive comments always welcome.
Enjoy
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What the hell was going on!?!
It was 3:33 am and I was pacing the floor of my flat... I seriously felt like I was losing my mind.
I must be stressed, "Ha, no shit I'm fucking stressed!" I said out loud.
No... before this...was I stressed before this? "No... I wasn't stressed, I was happy."
What then? I don't do drugs... maybe I should... "Don't be stupid!" I was getting majorly frustrated with myself.
Have a drink, it'll calm your nerves... "At half three in the morning?!"
"Shit!" Calm down... just calm down... take a deep breathe, there has to be a rational explanation... "Cancer!" It's probably cancer, oh shit have I got a brain tumor?!
My heart rate went through the roof and I started to sweat profusely. I grabbed my tablet and searched for 'Signs of brain tumor', the results were reassuringly absent from my current physical state. What then?
I lay back down on my bed and tried some deep breathing exercises.... you're OK... just breathe... calm down... then I heard it again!! The sound of a woman talking or chanting or something, it sounded like it was a long way away, but it was inside my head!! What the fuck! I put my hands over my ears, but I could still hear it, a soft, gentle voice saying the same thing again and again and again...
"Shut up!!!"
The talking stopped and all I could hear was the sound of my heart thumping in my chest and rain lashing against the window. I listened to the rain, slowly... ever so slowly... I calmed down and my eyelids began to get heavy. I could feel sleep coming and I prayed it wouldn't happen again.
I woke with a start, "Ahhhh... oh shit," my erect cock twitched and semen splattered onto my stomach, "oh fuck, ahh!" Another spurt joined the first. The orgasm faded and I tried to gather my senses. "Shit! Not again!" I collapsed onto the bed and tried to ignore the rapidly cooling liquid trickling down my sides.
I think it had started about ten days ago, a wet dream, but there was no dream, not one I could remember anyway. Now it was becoming more frequent and the dreams? Shit, the dreams! They were more like watching a film than a fragmentary succession of images and emotions. The last one was a couple of days ago, it looked like a scene out of a period drama. A woman in a long flowing summer dress was in a hay barn with a large stocky man wearing riding breeches, boots and a big white shirt. He had a riding crop in his hand and he was using it to beat the woman, she held her arms up in self defense but he beat her and beat her, she was crying and begging for mercy, he threw the crop aside, unbuttoned his pants and then tugged at her underwear, There was the sound of ripping material and then he was mounting her, her crying became muted and was replaced by cries of pain and despair as he forced himself inside her, that's when I woke up and covered myself in my own semen. The really shocking thing... it was me in the dream, I wasn't watching it was me assaulting that poor woman and I felt... pleasure, sexual pleasure yes, but also a malicious, vindictive pleasure.
What the hell was wrong with me?!
I cleaned up and stared bleakly at my bedside clock, 6:17 am, I'm knackered and my head is spinning, but the daylight streaming in through the windows was reassuring. I got up, showered and got ready for work. I wanted to talk to someone about what was happening, but how do you explain something like this? I'd sound crazy, maybe I am going crazy, no one would believe me.
Fortunately work doesn't give me much opportunity to dwell on recent events, I work in a mail order packing hall. I check orders that have been picked to ensure they are correct and can go for packing. It's noisy and it's very busy, concentration is key, start letting your mind wander and mistakes get made then the supervisors really start to enjoy their day. Bullies most of them, they love tearing people off a strip, but it seems to be OK if they fuck up. Wankers!
After I've had my lunch I like to go for a walk if the weather is agreeable and sometimes join the office girls. Today it was just me and Anais which suited me down to the ground because she was the one I couldn't take my eyes off. She has the most pretty smile and unassuming manner. Nothing is too much trouble and she always seems to look on the bright side of life. I first noticed her a few months ago, mind you saying I 'noticed her' is like saying I noticed the sun in the sky. She's bewilderingly beautiful with a personality to match. Way out of my league. Still, I don't think I'll be sharing any of my misogynistic rape dreams with her any time soon!
"Are you OK, Paul, you seem quiet today." Anais is originally from France, now working here in the UK. She has excellent English and I'm a complete sucker for her French accent.
"I'm OK, thanks, just not sleeping very well at the moment."
"Mmm, that might explain it." She looked puzzled.
"Explain what?"
"Oh, nothing really... you look different that's all."
I was properly confused now, "Different how so... could I possibly be any more handsome!?"
She laughed, possibly the most delightful laugh I've ever heard, "I do not think that that would be possible Paul!"
"You sweet talker you." God she's adorable.
She looked up at me and smiled, but I could see her eyes scanning my face, "I will always talk sweet with you Paul," I laughed inwardly at the expression, "it's nothing, probably just because of fatigue."
We carried on walking, the ground was wet from the overnight rain and the air smelt clean and fresh. Just having her close to me made me feel euphoric. "Anais?" This was the first time I'd been alone with her for weeks, maybe it was the exhaustion, but I felt unusually bold, this afternoon.
"Yes Paul?"
"Would you like... " Why was I even bothering to say this, the answer will be no.
She stopped walking and turned to look at me, "I'd like that very much."
I was a bit taken aback, "Pardon?"
"You want to ask me out on a date, no?" She leaned her head to one side and wrinkled her nose which made her look so cute I wanted to cry with joy.
"Well, yes... I... erm, how did you know?"
She laughed, "You funny man! It's obvious to everyone that you like me."
"Is it?!" I was a bit perturbed by this news.
"Yes and I've told everyone that I like you too. I 'ave been wishing we will go on a date for some time and now you 'ave finally asked." She smiled and did a little happy dance.
"Well technically I haven't yet, but yes I'd love to."
She stepped in front of me, "I accept!" She reached up and kissed me gently on the cheek. "We will be late soon." With that she laced her hand into mine and we set off walking again. I wasn't sure, but it felt like I was floating! Back at the office she kissed me again, "See you soon Paul." She disappeared inside and I stood staring at the door like an idiot.