Disclaimer: all of my stories are just imagined fantasies and have no basis in real events or real people. All characters in my stories are entirely fictional and are not based on any real people in any way.
We are meeting up at a small cafe and having a nice time talking and flirting. It would seem pretty harmless and friendly.
But then I think later on I would have something I need to go to in the later part of the day and so we would go our separate ways. I think we would separate feeling like we usually do, the tension thick between us and feeling that we really enjoyed each other's company.
Anyway, we go our separate ways. I go do my thing. You go and do your thing. And we're texting about how we've gotten home and checking in, all that. It's settling down to be a nice normal night where we get to text and hang out at the end of the night. Until something a little out of the ordinary happens.
You're laying in bed trying to go to sleep. And then you feel a presence in the room. You feel like you must be imagining things. Maybe even you turn around to look and make sure there's no one else there. And there isn't. You think yourself a little silly go back to trying to fall asleep.
At least that's what you would be doing, if there wasn't suddenly a hand clamped over your mouth, canceling any noises beyond a surprised squeak. Firm, but not violent, hands hold you down and gag you. You open your eyes to search for the threat doing this but your quickly flipped onto your front and pressed into the sheets.
You feel a blindfold over your eyes. Your hands aren't tied yet but you have a feeling that they might soon be. And you're not sure if you're dreading it or not. You think there might be a part of you that's excited by that. But right now the hands are just holding yours behind your back while you're trying to breathe through the sheets.
Then you hear the jingling and feel the handcuffs close around your wrists. You are trapped. That's when you start to feel your night clothes get tugged at. You feel them slowly stripped off and a hand gently starts caressing down your now naked body. It feels almost soothing. Then you get roughly turned over onto your back.
You feel hot breath on your chest and neck. Then a tongue to follow licking from your collarbone up to your chin.You hear a sensual moan right in your ear and you could swear it sound familiar. Then, a little nibble, right at the fleshy bit between your shoulder and neck.
What's strange about it is how much it tickles. You start to feel woozy. At the same time there's so much going through your mind. The anticipation of what's about to happen is starting to get to you. You've been restrained, blindfolded, gagged, stripped, and now this intruder is having their way with you. And worst of all you can't ignore the fact that you think you know them.
Something about their presence just feels familiar. Something about them feels right. Like this is the one way that this is supposed to go. That this is so right. You let out a stifled little moan through your gag. And you hear a hoarse chuckle.
You're feeling almost light headed now and your heart is pumping incredibly fast. You feel a body straddle you and lean over, arms on either side of you, and you hear a whisper in your ear.
"You taste amazing."
Even with the whisper trying to hide it, there's no mistaking it. That's my voice. You start to feel fuzzy. You could swear you feel some liquid trickle down your neck where I just bit you. The lightheadedness is getting to you. The anticipation, all of it, is just making your head pound and your heart beating a mile a minute isn't helping. It's like a beacon, drawing this maleficent force that you recognize as your close friend, me but also not me, towards you.
