Possession

I was half in and out of sleep when I felt his hands. They were ninja like, slowly creeping into my nightshirt, barely grazing my pale skin.

He didn't want to wake me. He wanted to violate me. To penetrate me while I slept. He imagined me coming to in a dream like state, marveling in ecstasy at my body impaled upon him.

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