One Hell of a Dream18:16 May 16 2008
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There's a bloody hand upon my neck, pressing into the flesh... I cant see him behind me, but I can feel the warmth his body is giving off, hear his hard breathing in my ear. The fingers grip tighter, pulling me close, every breath a fight...
Im my mind I know he has me, can feel his mastery over my flesh... I want to fight, to run... But he has me.
I feel his long hair brush my shoulders and he reaches around to pull at my hips, growling and tightening his hand... there is no breathing now.
He drags me to the ground, letting go of my throat, and grabbing a fistful of hair... sinking me to my knees. I feel the first rip of the blade behind my ear, then his lips and tongue not long after that, lapping at the warm dribble.
I know I should scream, should abhor every violent touch... But the pain is so seductive... His body behind mine is turning me to cinders from heat.
He brings the blade around my neck, the ice cold steal settling on my collarbone, his other hand still clutching a fistful of hair, pulling my head to one side. Fear and desire intermingle... His voice is little more than low whisper.
"This is your chance... Your one chance to say stop. Beg for freedom, and I might let you go.." The tip of the blade is dancing along my skin... not quite breaking it, but leaving a tiny welt in its wake...
"please..."
My voice is weak when I utter the pitiful word, and the blade bites in not a second after... I feel my sticky warm blood start a slow descent between my breasts.
"Please what?" He pulls me closer... Pulls me deeper into his chest... His voice has turned to honey.
"Please... please don't..."
I feel his teeth tug at my ear... I know he is enjoying this... I can feel his hips pushing against me... I find myself pushing back, causing a tremble from us both.
"Don't what..." He sinks the blade just slightly deeper... I hear my voice as I cry out... But weather from pleasure or pain, I don't even know.
"Don't..... don't stop."
It's just a whisper... words no sane person would say.
But I feel him tense behind me... here the pleased little noise he lets out. I can almost feel his smile.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
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Hands bound, lying back with his body so close I can feel the steam off of him...
His blade is in his hand, and he is leaving tiny nicks of blood everywhere he touches... I can feel the tiny points of pain, working across and down my body, followed always by his nipping teeth and tongue.
Every sensation is intensified... I can feel his hair stroking across me, causing the muscles in my abdomen to tighten till they burn.
He drags the knife now, down my hip bone to my inner thigh, leaving a fine red line... I can feel it, inching closer to the most sensitive of flesh... My breathing is almost sobbing now, his hand gripping my thigh, leaving faint bruises... the blade moving ever closer... Now dipping ever so slightly into me.
He draws only a single cut here... a cut that brings me over the edge of sanity as he reaches down to taste his handiwork... my sobbing cries ring in my ears.
Slowly he slinks back up me... I can see my blood smeared across his chest, feel how tightly his body is strung as he pushes my bound hands above my head... as he invades my body with more than just his teeth and his blade.….
BUZZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ
The alarm clock wakes me... And promptly gets thrown to the floor.
Fucking Morning!
COMMENTS
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Dragonrouge
01:20 Aug 29 2008
Fortunately t is a dream, isn`t it?
More like a nightmare.
raven001
15:15 Aug 30 2008
Wow.
BunesUth
21:01 Jul 11 2010
A dream, a nightmare or a visit from an incubus
Theban
09:52 Apr 29 2011
Perhaps all 3, or someone who is able to walk within a dream