April 19th. Dear Diary. It’s fucking late. Can’t sleep. Room feels crowded. Eyes shut, nightmares hit hard. No way I’m drifting off again. Good thing you’re here. Tomorrow? Crashing at work, midday nap. Daylight dreams won’t be so dark.
Last night’s dream clings like sweat. Naked through woods by the lake. Fierce wind spirals around me. Hot gusts. Like unseen eyes circling. Hands? Twenty paces ahead, that man. Face blurred. Rough paws outstretched. Wind wraps me tight. Fear grips. But I step closer. He growls, ‘They want to take you.’
The Awakening Heat
I try to mouth off. ‘Fuck you, I’m out.’ Words choke. He thumbs up. Wind dies. Silence slams. Think I’m free. Read my mind, right? But heat surges between my thighs. Burning. Insane. Legs part on their own. Wider. Fucking ripping apart. He grins, thumbs high. Shiver hits. Wind roars back, ice cold now.
Pussy throbs. Clit sparks electric. Juices drip down thighs. Green light. Betrayal. Hot then frozen. He nods no escape. Legs yanked wide. Arms pinned. Heat pulses.
That’s when it snaps. Awakening inside the dream. Fear flips to crave. Forbidden rush. This terror? My secret kink. Writing it now, pussy twitches. No one’s watching. Just us.
Surrender to the Invisible Onslaught
Hands everywhere. Invisible. Grip hair, yank head down. Massive cocks ram my mouth. Veins bulge. Stretch jaws wide. Gagging. But moaning like a slut. Eight? Nine? Can’t count. Mouths bite tits, ass. Fingers plunge pussy. Probe asshole. Pinches sting sweet. Glands batter throat deep.
Suddenly, airborne. Horizontal float. Gravity gone. Legs splayed brutal. First thrust ignites cunt. Boom. I beg, ‘Fuck me like the bitch I am!’ Hips buck wild. Cocks rotate endless. Thighs wrenched wider. Ultimate spread. Tits bounce loose. Suspended slut. Tsunami of dick pounds nonstop.
Asshole fingered raw. Hammers drill precise. Overload screams build. Pleasure overdose. Then thumb down. Chaos halts. Man nears. Face fades. Legs flop wide on dirt. Pubes numb. His monster cock looms. Jets erupt. Thick cum ropes coat me. Drowns skin. Gulps flood throat. Eight loads? Nine? Suffocating in seed.
Jolt awake. Naked cross on sheets. Pillow jammed deep in mouth. Cunt soaked sheets. Heart hammers. Trapped in dream terror. But spilling it here? Not scary. Hot. Thrilling. This secret shame? My ultimate high. Transgression bliss. No one knows. Work tomorrow, I’ll smirk. Nap with wet dreams. Yours forever, Anonymous.