Sleep paralysis, the doctor had said. She hadn't logged her 8 hours of sleep for a long while to be sure and yet...no it must be sleeplessness, unwilling to entertain the thoughts creeping in. How to get rest tonight? A warm bath, a warm cup of hot chocolate, some lavender essential oil, lighting that nice smelling candle she'd bought last week...cures for insomnia crowded her thoughts.
She left work early, bought some groceries, remembered to buy some hot chocolate and headed home. There was a package waiting on the door. I didn't order anything, the label seemed soaked and unreadable. I'll open it later, she decided, let's first cook dinner, I'm starving! She watched a couple shows as she polished off her stir fry with rice, cleaned up the kitchen and was about to go take a shower when she remembered the package.
She'd have never guessed what waited inside and she smiled to herself for she knew who sent it. Only that dumb ass would send a dildo as a cure for sleeplessness. There was even a note card which proclaimed, Whack out to knock out ;). She rolled her eyes at this and proceeded to take the bloody thing out of the box. It was surprisingly lightweight for its size, ebony in color, with raised bumps all around it. It didn't look plastic or silicone-y. Smooth like glass but opaque. Perhaps masturbating would put her in the right frame of mind to relax. She put the dildo away on her nightstand and stripped for her bath.
While the bath filled, she rummaged in the cabinets for some bath bombs, bubble bath, a face pack. Once the bath was ready she dipped in a toe to check the temperature. It was just right. Slapping on some face pack, she put some bubble bath in the water and a bath bomb and ran a little more hot water into the tub. "Oh! I forgot to put some music on". Forest sounds that's what I should listen to, since those water sounds make me want to pee, she giggled. So the waterproof speaker was fetched and hung on the shower rod and soft jazz filled the bathrom. She lit up the candles on the bathroom counter and hit the lights. It was right cozy. The towel was shed and she got into the tub. Mmm...this is so relaxing. She lost herself in the music and soaked in the tub for a quarter hour or so until the water lost its warmth. She rinsed her hair and body in the shower, the glitter from the shimmery bath bomb still coated her giving her an ethereal glow in the candle light. She patted herself dry and wrapped up in a thick comfy bathrobe, after extinguishing the candles, walked on to her room.
She lit more candles on her bedside table and slowly combed through her long shiny auburn hair. Once she could run her fingers unimpeded through her hair she put away the comb and drank the hot chocolate she left on the bedside table. With the music still echoing in the house, she got into her bed. Rubbed some more lavender oil on her temples, pulled up her go-to porn video and let her fingers get busy. When she was soaking wet, she picked up the dildo and slowly fucked herself with it. In and out, in and out, she kept the rhythm going until she jerked hard and came. She felt so wiped out she fell asleep with the dildo still buried inside her.
Lost in a deep stupor, she groaned as bright sunshine shone in her face and tried to burrow into comforter only to find her arm and legs were pinned in place and wouldn't move. Panicked she struggled. It's only a night terror. You can move. It's sleep paralysis remember, don't panic, just open your eyes. With sheer force of will, she manage to open her eyes and wiggle her body only to have a scream lodged in her throat when she realized what she had woken up to.
