I woke up to a noise coming from above my head, turning my eyes in an anticipation of my cat preying at my ears, but to my surprise a woman was sitting right next to me with her back leaning on the wardrobe next to my bed. According to my knowledge my doors are locked and made of three layers of enforced steel padded with a plastic leather imitation. The windows were locked too, not speaking about my bedroom standing at a third floor of our family house. I sat down leaning on the wall behind me, our shoulders almost touching as I was struck by her pricey smelling perfume reminiscent of a cherry with a hint of,.. pine? Her eyes were dark, but I could see as they faintly glow even in the dead of night with blinds closed. "Are you my dream paralysis demon?" I asked not able to get out of myself anything better than stating the seemingly obvious. "I have many names, but demon is not one. They used to call me Cleo, which stood for Cleopatra. You might recognize this one, don't you?" I froze for a second, but then I couldn't help it. "If anything, you look like that Romanian singer, Inna." Her dark locks were clearly visible even in the pitch black of my room and her sharp jaw line with prominent brows and birth mark were unmistakeable. "If you wish so, then I am." I couldn't get myself to speak anymore as I was starting to hyperventilate and my heart was catching what felt like foamy palpitations, that felt dangerous. From this moment on, no more words were needed though.
She extended her left arm, took out a razor and with one sharp movement of her other hand, she slit her wrist at an uncomfortable depth. Before I could say anything, she moved her wrist to my lips and to my utter shock, I snapped like a savage never before tasting anything reminiscent of a food before. In a matter of seconds I started rocking back and forth at a speed that felt like I am about to rip my spine out from the utter strength of my muscle contractions while making "Yum, yum" noises I couldn't control, filling the entire room with goofy sounding echo of never ending "yums", until I realized I am probably taking too much of her and I stopped, giving her back her hand with a look of astonishment, I knew was more than just easy to read.
She looked at her hand, startled at first and then added, "I thought you tore my wrist apart, but there's hardly a mark. You must be a royal or something." She meant two dots next to her slit wound, that were resembling two little needle pricks I had no idea I was capable of creating. With a brisk movement her wound was gone and so was her smile when she looked at me with a deep stare I couldn't decipher.
Next thing I knew I was laying naked on a leather sofa using her bare knees as a pillow. She pointed to clothes on the iron table before me and I clothed myself in fancy chino trousers and shirt that felt really nice on my skin. I gave her a questioning gaze and she replied with a smirk, that felt wild. She took me by the hand and we ventured into an open space filled with steamy pools reaching several floors up, and most likely down as well. We ran past about three of them and then we took a sharp turn right to a space with a gigantic hot tub, couches and a crafty wooden bed with silk sheets she took me towards leading me with my hand in hers. We took down our clothes and she sat naked right in front of me, her back leaning on a wall padding, her eyes glowing like two little torches and her legs spread wide. I felt a mixture of a wild anticipation and confusion as I had no idea how to mount her at this angle without breaking my spine, so out of lack of better ideas I asked her for a position more likely to succeed and I watched her back bend under the rhythmic waves taking us both over the edge until I noticed her breathing goes ever so slightly louder until her loud gasp brought me to a finish, that somehow ended my dream.
SerpentMind t1_jbbdvum wrote
Reply to [WP] "No no no, you misheard me, it's not your sleep paralysis demon, it's your sleep paralysis David" by Sunsteel_Stole_it
I woke up to a noise coming from above my head, turning my eyes in an anticipation of my cat preying at my ears, but to my surprise a woman was sitting right next to me with her back leaning on the wardrobe next to my bed. According to my knowledge my doors are locked and made of three layers of enforced steel padded with a plastic leather imitation. The windows were locked too, not speaking about my bedroom standing at a third floor of our family house. I sat down leaning on the wall behind me, our shoulders almost touching as I was struck by her pricey smelling perfume reminiscent of a cherry with a hint of,.. pine? Her eyes were dark, but I could see as they faintly glow even in the dead of night with blinds closed. "Are you my dream paralysis demon?" I asked not able to get out of myself anything better than stating the seemingly obvious. "I have many names, but demon is not one. They used to call me Cleo, which stood for Cleopatra. You might recognize this one, don't you?" I froze for a second, but then I couldn't help it. "If anything, you look like that Romanian singer, Inna." Her dark locks were clearly visible even in the pitch black of my room and her sharp jaw line with prominent brows and birth mark were unmistakeable. "If you wish so, then I am." I couldn't get myself to speak anymore as I was starting to hyperventilate and my heart was catching what felt like foamy palpitations, that felt dangerous. From this moment on, no more words were needed though.
She extended her left arm, took out a razor and with one sharp movement of her other hand, she slit her wrist at an uncomfortable depth. Before I could say anything, she moved her wrist to my lips and to my utter shock, I snapped like a savage never before tasting anything reminiscent of a food before. In a matter of seconds I started rocking back and forth at a speed that felt like I am about to rip my spine out from the utter strength of my muscle contractions while making "Yum, yum" noises I couldn't control, filling the entire room with goofy sounding echo of never ending "yums", until I realized I am probably taking too much of her and I stopped, giving her back her hand with a look of astonishment, I knew was more than just easy to read.
She looked at her hand, startled at first and then added, "I thought you tore my wrist apart, but there's hardly a mark. You must be a royal or something." She meant two dots next to her slit wound, that were resembling two little needle pricks I had no idea I was capable of creating. With a brisk movement her wound was gone and so was her smile when she looked at me with a deep stare I couldn't decipher.
Next thing I knew I was laying naked on a leather sofa using her bare knees as a pillow. She pointed to clothes on the iron table before me and I clothed myself in fancy chino trousers and shirt that felt really nice on my skin. I gave her a questioning gaze and she replied with a smirk, that felt wild. She took me by the hand and we ventured into an open space filled with steamy pools reaching several floors up, and most likely down as well. We ran past about three of them and then we took a sharp turn right to a space with a gigantic hot tub, couches and a crafty wooden bed with silk sheets she took me towards leading me with my hand in hers. We took down our clothes and she sat naked right in front of me, her back leaning on a wall padding, her eyes glowing like two little torches and her legs spread wide. I felt a mixture of a wild anticipation and confusion as I had no idea how to mount her at this angle without breaking my spine, so out of lack of better ideas I asked her for a position more likely to succeed and I watched her back bend under the rhythmic waves taking us both over the edge until I noticed her breathing goes ever so slightly louder until her loud gasp brought me to a finish, that somehow ended my dream.