I awoke in the darkness, my blankets curled half around my half my body, hugging me like a giant anaconda. An uncomfortable dampness soaked my ass mixing with the shot dark mess of hair creating a sticky mass.
I've gotta start turning down the thermostat,
I thought drowsily as I rolled over covering my nude form fully in the blanket. I drifted off to a sleep that was once more plagued with nightmares of an unnatural woman sticking things in my ass.
In a dark corner of the room two unnatural points of blue lights stared unblinking at the male form breathing steadily in the darkness.
I awoke groggily in the morning, peeling myself out of bed, my back and ass sticky from the sweaty residue of the haunting nightmares of the previous day. I scratched at my junk, yawning as I stumbled into the shower.
Note to self, stop reading urban fantasy before bedtime, it causes some seriously uncomfortable dreams.
I turned the shower to lukewarm and started lathering myself, once more grateful to live alone in my apartment, I felt dirty from last night's heat.
Having to wait for the bathroom would suck
. My living alone also meant that all the utilities were mine to pay. This led to nights like last night, the sweaty nights sleep caused by frugality necessitated by my entry level job while I went to school. I vigorously scraped around my body trying to scrub away the lingering memories. I was drying off as I heard phone ringing on my bed. I scrambled to pick it up but the call stopped just I made it to my dresser. I listened to the message mom had left.
"Sydney, this is your mother calling on Saturday morning to remind you about your grandfather's birthday tomorrow. We are meeting him at Perkins at 9:00. You know the one by the airport. Hope you didn't drink too much last night. Love you honey." I laughed at the last bit. My mom knew I hated the taste of alcohol and preferred a Friday night of video games and books over socializing.
Speaking of which
, I flipped open my kindle to finish my book about werewolves and vampires that had fueled my latest nightmares. My stomach started grumbling as I was reaching the climax of the book. I pried myself away to get a bowl of Lucky Charms, splashing milk some milk into it as I sat at my kitchen table. I went back to the book as I absentmindedly shoveled the soggy sugary cardboard mass into my mouth. I continued to eat as a generic half vampire finally got around to accepting her heritage thus gaining the power necessary to defeat the megalomaniac werewolf.
It was a cliche and generic book but I still felt the rush of imagining the glorious triumph of good over evil. I noticed I finished the cereal but hunger still gnawed at my belly. I spotted an old apple resting on my counter, its dusky red skin highlighted in the morning sun. I had dropped it on the floor earlier in the week when I grabbed it's brother to slake a previous hunger. I looked at it carefully before shrugging and munching around the soft spot.
Join your brothers in the rest of the glorious dead.
The hunger diminished but did not go away. I was officially out of food in my apartment. I ordered a couple of Jimmy John's sandwiches and turned on the tv to watch some Sports Center as I waited for the food to arrive.
A little bit later, Jimmy John's texted me and I met him outside the building ravenous hunger causing my limbs to feel weak. I shoved money into the delivery guys hand as I hurried back to my room. I shredded the sandwich bag and inhaled the sandwiches the hunger having grown uncontrollable in the intervening time. The sandwiches did nothing for the hunger. In fact my entire body started to grow hot as my stomach clenched in a painful cramp. The heat concentrated on my nipples and pelvis as I curled up into a ball on the floor. The pain washing over my body in waves of blinding heat. My fingers curled into claws that scratched ineffectively at the generic off white carpet of my room. I rocked myself on the floor, unable to concentrate from the pain, as tears leaked out of my eyes to stain the carpet.
I'm dying. This is how I die curled up, alone, on the floor
.
I could read it now, lonely man dies of strange gastrointestinal distress. Doctors stumped. He is survived by his mother and father and accomplished nothing during his life.
Something shifted inside me and I felt the heat pool sharply in little orbs of fire in my chest before they exploded, causing brief cessations of pain. The relief felt orgasmic, in stark contrast to the burning heat of the previous moment and I failed to notice the miniscule expansion that accompanied the bubbles bursting. The wires in my brain shorted again, the overwhelming heat concentrated on my pelvis flipped. the raging inferno transforming from pain to incredible pleasure. My overstimulate penis throbbed painfully, half erect, constrained by shorts. My prostate ached in need and I tried to release my package from its confines but my trembling muscles refused to obey my commands.
The pressure built and built until a damn burst inside me as cum erupted from my balls soaking my underwear and shorts. The release was enormous, causing my whole body to clench and release in a mighty orgasm . The relief was short lived as the pressure quickly built again causing my pants to tighten as they labored to control my raging erection. The pain of my cock straining against my pants wasn't quite as noticeable this time as I quickly built to a second orgasm. I was held captive by the alternating pleasure and pain in both my cock and breasts. The sensations built and released in an unending cycle with less recovery time between each release. The pain a little less each time until I was drowning in a sea of overwhelming pleasure. I was almost continuously orgasming as rivulets of liquids ran down my legs and shorts. Finally I was able to release my hold on consciousness and drifted gratefully into the unfeeling darkness.
