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.

He liked this scenario. Those nighttime arousals were hard to fight when vulnerable, powerless flesh is displayed before you. In casual conversation, he has made it known that he loves to ravage me while I lay still, submitting to his will with my silence...

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