She was there. Laying next to me in bed. She hadn’t spoken, or even touched me, but she was there. I could feel her presence. I could smell her skin. I tried to wake up but my eyes would not open. I turned my body towards her but my eyes would still not open. I struggled, my arms weighted down. I reached for her, felt my arms moving, I couldn’t be sure if they really were. I could not reach her.

“Shhh, little girl,” she whispered in my ear. A chill ran down my spine as she touched my shoulder. Her touch felt like fire under my skin. Was I still asleep? Was I still dreaming? I tried again to move my arms. She was touching my skin, but I could not touch her. My eyes still heavy, unable to open. I groaned.

“I’m here, doll,” her voice poured over me. She leaned over me, her face in front of me. I could feel her hot breath on my cheeks, her body pressed up against mine. My hands went up to touch her face, but she was gone again. I could still feel her breath on me, still hear her breathing- why couldn’t I touch her? She was right there. I could feel her, hear her. She could feel my desires. She knew my thoughts.

Her lips came down on mine. Soft full lips. I could feel her lipstick smearing on my face. She kissed me hard. My mouth opened and my tongue swept into her mouth. Pushing her lips open and allowing my tongue into her mouth. I ran my tongue along her lips, feeling the soft wet insides of her mouth. Her hands moved up to my neck and kissed back. Holding my face in her hands. We continued our embrace, letting the passion between us build just in the kiss. I could feel my body temperature rising, but it only immobilized me even more. My body was betraying me. I wanted her so badly, to touch her, to feel her, but something was stopping me. My body felt as if it was not mine to move.

She moved down my body, her fingers making a trail that her lips followed. She grabbed my breasts roughly, pinching one nipple between her fingers while biting down on the other one. My mouth opened to yell out but I could make no sound. She laughed, and tugged at my nipples. It hurt, but sent shock waves through my body. I felt electrified. Her fiery touch, searing pain. I tried again to move, but felt as if I was pulling the spirit from my body, leaving behind my flesh behind me. She laughed again, and then moaned softly.

She pushed my legs apart. Her small fingers lifted them like I was weightless, but it was pain for me. The muscles in my legs were crawling at being moved against the mysterious weight against them. I winced and took in a deep breath. She soothed me with her soft voice, but her touch was leaving marks. I could feel her fingerprints melting into my skin with each touch.

I mouthed her name with my lips. I could not speak, I was still stuck in between consciousness. I was fighting to get out of a dream- but I was trapped. Was she really here? Was she in my reality or my dream? If I woke, would she be gone?

“Just let go,” her voice drifted into my ears. She heard my thoughts. Maybe I said them out loud. My body ached, pain and passion. The thin line between sleep and awake. I was stuck there, with her. I would stay there for as long as she did.

The ache in my gut, to touch her, feel her slowly spread through my body. I became my own sex. Pure pleasure. Every touch from her drove me wild with desire. Every kiss penetrated and soothed my aching skin. She pushed aside my panties and drive two hard fingers into my cunt. The screaming in my head made her moan with pleasure. I felt my cunt gripping her fingers. My hot juice, pouring over her hands. I could hear the wet sounds of her fucking me. I felt my body thrashing back and forth, pushing against her fingers, pushing against my senses. I knew I would have no release until I could break free of this. She laughed, viciously. Daring me to fight her. Daring me to test the boundaries of my consciousness.

My brain was racing. All rational thought was gone. I wanted. I needed. I desired. She fucked me harder, pushing her fingers towards my g-spot. My mind took in the sensation, while my body fought to move. I knew if I pushed harder, I would break free. My eyes would open and I could have her. My legs strained to bend upwards so I could push against her. My body shook and trembled. I was so close. Seconds away. My breath was short and my head was pounding from the increase in blood pressure.

But I wouldn’t cum. I could not cum in this realm. I could only want. Only crave. I would need to fight it and come out of this purgatory before I would have the release my body hungered for. She would be gone. She didn’t exist in my reality. My brain knew this risk. My body didn’t care. My mouth needed to taste her. My fingers needed to touch her. My body needed to fuck her.

Her assault continued. I was drained and exhausted, but still reaching for her. Still pushing my body to awaken- fighting against my muscles, while her fingers fucked me hard, violating my very soul and turning my thoughts away from any touch that had come before hers. I could feel my peak start to consume me. The heat was spreading and I knew I had won. The burn spread, slowly. Down my legs through my toes. Up through my stomach, gripping it like a punch in the stomach. Over my breasts like flames and engulfing me. I could not breathe as it pierced through my chest. I was cumming, but I was trapped again. I gasped for breath but it was useless. The burn continued to spread as my body screamed in release. I came violently. Air burst back into my lungs as reality broke through. I awoke, gasping for air, and lost in a sexual nirvana.

My eyes finally opened and fought to make sense of the darkness. My chest was burning. My body was aching. I was naked and dripping in sweat and sex. My fingers, wet and slick from my cum, were still buried in my cunt, fucking myself wildly and thrusting my hips upwards to match them as I rode out the final waves.

I was alone. But I could still hear her wicked laughter.