When I saw the Friday Flash prompt, I associated it with a bad dream I had recently. There was nothing sexual about it. Some kind of malevolent force was holding me immobile. I was frightened at first, but then I fought back and banished it, thereby freeing myself. So, ultimately, it was positive—although, not very pleasant. I decided to take a much different tone in this story.
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By Ria Restrepo
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There was a presence in the room with me. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt it. I sat up in bed and looked around the dark room—the moonlight seeping in the windows provided some ambient light. There didn’t appear to be anything unusual, but there was still…something.
My gaze settled on the lone chair in the corner and lingered there. I couldn’t explain it, but I kept staring at the empty space. I told myself I was being silly. There was nothing there. Still, as I lay back down, I continued watching the chair.
I was drifting off to sleep when I saw it—a shimmering outline of what I inherently knew was a male form. My heart pounding, I tried to bolt upright again, but I was frozen in place. Panic overtook me and I gasped for air.
Then, I heard it…a calm, rich, velvety voice…in my head.
Shhh, do not worry. I mean you no harm.
Warm affection washed over me and I relaxed, inexplicably surrendering to the invisible force that bound me.
As my breathing calmed, I felt something—a lot of somethings—softly caressing me from head to toe. It was like hundreds of fingers gently stroking my skin, making it highly sensitive. My heart rate quickened for a much more arousing reason. My nipples tightened into taut peaks and liquid desire flooded my sex.
Then the tingling started. It was everywhere initially, but as it grew stronger, it concentrated on my nipples. I moaned as the sensations reverberated throughout my body. I was humming with pleasure when something new added to my sweet torment.
A phantom mouth glided down the column of my neck, the unmistakable sensation of lips, tongue, and teeth teasing my skin. The tingling in my nipples turned into light pinching as my ghostly lover kissed and nibbled his way down to my drenched cunt.
I gasped, then whimpered as his tongue slid between my creamy folds and circled my clit. As he drove me wild by sucking my tender nub, there was a heavenly stretching, filling sensation in my cunt. He found the perfect spot deep inside me to focus his attention while the pressure on my nipples increased and he cleverly worked my clit until my pleasure built to a zenith.
Come for me, sweet thing.
The most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced tore through me, making me writhe in ecstasy, finally freeing me. My rapturous cries filled the room as I convulsed with one blissful jolt after another.
Thank you, my love. I promise to return…soon.
I was still trembling with the aftershocks when I sat up and looked around the room. Again, I couldn’t see anything. I also didn’t feel his presence anymore—only the lingering warm pleasure he’d created that left me practically glowing.
I didn’t know if it was real or just a figment of my wild imagination. But I knew I’d happily be bound to my dream lover for all eternity.