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This Reawakened Urge

3 years ago. February 4, 2021 at 5:10 PM

I hadn't slept much. The night before, my job took me half way across the state working on this recent case that has my anxiety and stress levels to the max. If you're anything like me, when you don't sleep enough your dreams begin to become more vivid and real. But sadly this wasn't real. Well, not yet.

 

I was being dragged. My arms above my head were tied - tight. The ground was wet, maybe mud? I was dirty. The sky was dark, the moon was clouded over. It was hard to breathe because he had placed duct tape over my mouth. "He" I wasn't exactly sure who he was. And I guess that made it all the more fun. When I was younger and my late husband and I were still dating we used to play this game. I'd lock all the doors.  I'd turn off all the lights. I would strip naked and crawl into bed. Then I'd wait. My eyes closed. Waiting.

Sometimes I'd hear him come in, sometimes I didn't. I still don't know how he got in a lot of the times. But the cold grip of his hands around my neck and mouth was always the most exciting part. But I digress. Back to my dream...

"He" tied me up to a tree. It was this large oak tree from my hometown where I had once carved my initials into after my high school boyfriend and I had fooled around. I found it odd that the location of this dream would play out right there, where so many of my first sexual memories occurred.

I still hadn't seen "his" face. I only felt his strength when he lifted me up, grunting with a deep labored breath around my neck. He removed a large knife from a sheath and proceeded to cut off my clothes. He tossed them into the mud. When he stood to face me, I was startled with what I saw.

It was a man with the face of a wolf. He was naked, holding a knife, drooling around his thick white fangs that glistened in the little light that the night sky offered. His cock protruding out, right at me. I was powerless. Vulnerable. Ready. He placed the knife to my throat and grabbed me around the waist to indulge himself in my body. I closed my eyes and felt him...

I woke up -- wet to say the least. I took a cold shower.

The entire day as I went about my work 'he' lingered in my head. 

 

until next time, I suppose.