Dawn Approaches

Dawn Approaches

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What happens when a dream becomes surreal.
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What happens when a dream becomes surreal.

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Submitted: July 20, 2014

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I was laying on the couch. As I awoke I tried to rise but I couldn't. I was stuck laying there. I looked around the living room. I slept in here because I had had a long day. My head was killing me because of lack of sleep and school plus work had it's own issues. I began to stare at the ceiling since obviously there was nothing else to do. I began to feel cold all of a sudden. My nipples got hard and my heart began to beat fast. I don't know why but I began to feel scared. Out the corner of my eye I noticed something. It was white. It looked like a fabric of a dress or so. As I continued to look stuck in a trance I noticed that the longer I looked at it it had begun to come closer. Growing in length as it emerged from around the corner. I felt trapped. Like I was losing my mind. I couldn't move and was seeing something come towards me. I was trapped. A sitting duck bound by an invisible restraint.. I began to panic. That's when I say the figure of a woman. Caucasian. 5'3 with a petite figure.Her face was expressionless. Eyes black as the night sky. My living room was dark but the light of the crescent moon showed me enough of her too see. Her body was transperant. Illuminating and beautiful. Her beauty brought me both lust and curiosity but mainly fear.Who was she? How did she get in here? My heart was racing and I couldn't move. She began to walk towards me. I stared at her noticing I could see threw her. She had no feet! No shadow! No human essences.She approached me. No she elevated over me.She alleviated over me. She leaned down towards me. I tried to close my eyes but I couldn't. Her face even more beautiful up close. I began to feel myself getting moist. I don't know what was wrong with me. The fact that I can't move and there is a lady on top of me and that fact that I am horny about it. I never considered myself a lesbian or attracted to females to the point where I might have sex with them. Although I would not mind trying it. I was literally losing my mind. I wanted to cry but at the same time kiss her. As if reading my mind she kissed me. She felt cold. Like kissing and ice cube. But there was a thrill to it. A thrill that made me want more. She ran her up my stomach. I sleep naked as I live alone and don't like the strain of clothes. The tugging and pulling feels like it suffocating me. I began to shiver from her touch. She rubbed my nipples and stuck her tongue down my throat. It was so refreshing and cold. She began to kiss my neck and open my legs. I tried to shut them but I remembered I could not move. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to experience her. But I also knew that this was not normal. She began to suck on my nipples and stuck her finger inside my vagina. I yelled in pain but please. The coldness and roughness of her finger brought both a since of pleasure and pain. It was like an ice cycle wrapped with rigid silicone. She began to move a little faster. Occasionally taking her finger out to play with my clit. It felt really good. Then she stopped. My legs then opened wider as she licked my clit. She took her tongue licking every inch of me. She began to suck on my clit. I gasped and gripped the couch. I never experienced pleasure like this before. She stuck her tongue deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure and both pain. She was slow at first and then went fast. Faster and faster she went. I couldn't help it. She was so good and was going so fast. I felt I had to pee but I tried to hold it. The faster she went the stronger the urge. It gutted painfully to hold it. I couldn't take it anymore and just released it. The night became still. Extremely still and quiet. I began to question what happened. I possibly did not just have sex with a girl. Am I drinking? Am I drunk? No I am home. Did I have company? No. This had to be a very lucid dream. Yea I had to be dreaming. I began to forget about what happened. As minutes went by I laid there still slightly aroused. Questioning my sexuality and sanity. I felt something between my legs. I wanted to touch myself to the vision or dream I had just had. When I say her head. I choked. It wasn't a dream. Did I just fuck a ghost? Her face expression began to change. She was no longer beautiful and I was no longer attracted to her. She looked at me longingly as I did her. I couldn't turn away.I had an intense feeling of repugnance.I began to cry. I couldn't help but stare into her eyes. I saw unimaginable horrors. Men carcasses scattered everywhere. Flesh torn of bodies. Internal organs pulled slowly and menacing. Maggots crawling in decaying bodies. Rotten flesh. Burning Bodies. It was hell. Thats when I awoke. I drenched in sweat. Breathing heavy. I got up. Thankfull that I could move. I walked into the kitchen looking at the clock. 6:00 am. Damn it was early. I needed a smoke. Weed would definitely clear my mind. I had never been so mind fucked and confused in my life. I was scared but horny. What the hell was that. I grabbed my lighter and cigarette. As I walked toward my balcony I noticed something familiar. It was her. I first noticed her on my balcony. As I began to near my balcony she would disappear only to reappear in another spot. Then walking down my balcony steps. There she was gliding across my lawn. Stopping in the middle of my field she looked at me expressionless. I began to remember her touching me and then what she showed me. What was this?Her I was sexually attracted to this thing but extremely terrified. I wanted to run but then I wanted to fill her inside me again. My blood ran cold. Sweat falling down my neck. She smiled at me as the sun arouse then vanished. No one believed me. I mean who would believe you fucked a ghost. I never say her again.


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