Something is wrong. Am I dreaming? No, I don’t think so. Dreams are usually not meant to be this sound and clear. It seems like I have fallen asleep in my baby girl’s room, waiting for her to return home. She went to her best friend’s place to study. But right now, I can literally hear someone crawling into my daughter’s room through the open window. It’s almost midnight and she isn’t home yet. I’m worried for her. Shit! I should have closed it. Could it be my darling girl?
No. Why would she be coming through the window? Is she afraid to get caught by me or something? Is she dating someone secretly? She would tell me if she is indeed into something like that. I know she would.
But then, who is it? I am scared to pull my face out from the blanket and check this intruder out. Last year, a thief had broken into some neighboring village, murdered the husband who tried to be a hero and left the house without even stealing a single penny. The most absurd incident in recent times. No way I am moving now. Not the best of the ideas.
Oh God! What to do now? I can hear the stranger closing the window calmly, but not so calm for me. Is he walking now? Oh no! He is walking towards the bed. Something in my throat stuck like a rubber cork. Why am I not screaming for help? Maybe the police can help. But my mobile is not with me at the moment.
It’s like my limbs are tied together. I am unable to move even a single muscle. Maybe this is what shell-shock is. I bite my tongue, scared of making any noise might trigger this stranger. I better be ready with my fists.
“I have waited so long!”
A whispered voice. Definitely male. Is that dialogue supposed to be directed towards my daughter? I open my eyes wider inside the blanket, ears all open.
*Thud!*
What’s that sound? What is he doing?
*Thud!*
He removed his shoes. What the hell! I feel the bed creak and push down a bit towards the floor as if I gained extra weight out of nowhere. He is on the bed now. Should I do something now? Pepper spray! Yes, where is it? It’s in my bedroom. Fuck!
A cold breeze is seeping through the blanket and I feel sudden coldness as the wind breeze hits my back. Ah, I should have lied down facing up. Now I still can’t see who it is. And then as quickly as it came, the coldness is gone. A warmer air hits my back, particularly on the back of my neck.
It’s his breath. And it’s warm and comforting. All the chills I felt before are instantly replaced by this warm presence behind me. It reminds me of the times spent with my husband during our intimacies.
“Hey. It’s me.”
A hushed voice whispers directly into my left earlobe. I don’t have a goddamn clue who it was. But I was ready for this. No movement from me. Maybe subconsciously I am thinking that if I don’t move, he might leave. I know it’s dumb but I am out of alternatives.
I feel a body, touching mine from behind. It’s so warm and nice, for a fleeting second I hoped the feeling would stay still. I smell some strong cologne. Honey flavoured. And then, a kiss on the backside of my neck. Planted subtly.
His hand shots out of the blue and is now curling around my waist. His grip is strong, and yet sensual. He is now pressing his face close to my neck just above the spinal cord, “I waited for this moment baby.” His breaths tingles my neck and ears.
In that instant, I lost my senses. Every woman has a weak spot. Toes, waist, shins etc. My hubby had discovered mine back in our college days. I didn’t know how weak I could be until he explored into my weak spot and ravaged me from there on. And it’s been almost 5 years since I had proper sex with my hubby. Somehow we have drifted apart, no physical connection between us anymore.
I let out a soft moan, as if I am submitting to this monster. And as a reaction, I feel him pressing his torso closer to mine. So close, I can feel his dick stroking my butt inadvertently. His left arm curled around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. His left leg snaking around my legs in utter desperation as if they are trying to stop me from escaping.
I want to convey to him that I am not going anywhere. But I cannot as I am completely out of my breath. How long has it been since I have felt like this? I want to moan but I am afraid I might wake up and this might turn into a dream. So I bit my bottom lip to subdue myself, closing my eyes in pleasure.
I raise my left arm, still facing away from him, and bend it backwards to reach him. I find his beard, it’s so rugged. I put it around his neck, held it tight and pushed his face deep into my neck, begging him to bite me. And he obliged.
As his teeth meet my skin somewhere between my neck and shoulder, I feel the heat inside me rising. Feeling my tension, he bites deep. I feel the warm blood gushing out through small pores, and the feeling made me even hornier.
All other senses of mine seemed to be shut off. The only thing I crave right now is to be submerged into this intruder’s heaven, and not ever come back again to the hard reality. ‘Ah!’ I moan in pain at his bite, to which he seem to be responding more aggressively.
He slowly is moving his dick up and down, rubbing it on my butt cheeks. He too is dressed, but clothes are not a barrier anymore. If he agrees, I might let him enter. His rapid motions are coming on and on, as he begins to lick the area where he has bitten, in slow round motions, seductively.
I am spiralling out of control completely. I need this thing off of my chest, this feeling to get loosen up and just submit to his desires. My desires. My chest is heaving with huge breaths, as my lungs struggle to keep with the oxygen levels, which are rising with all the adrenaline. I must have gone wet inside my underpants, as I could smell my juices.
His arm lifts from my abdomen and expertly lands on my right breast over the gown, trying to get inside. I pull my hand from his neck back and slide down both of my sleeves away from my shoulders. My breasts are out in the open now, all exposed.
The initial tight squeeze felt a little painful, as it’s been ages since them being squeezed by someone else. The next one made me long for more of them. He is pulling his head away from my back and is now nibbling at my ears, biting in the most romantic way ever.
I couldn’t keep myself calm any longer. Eyes closed still, I turn around to face him. It’s quite dark, I can’t see his face. But I couldn’t care less for his face. All I need is his lips so that I can bite his instead. Mine have gone all bloody.
And there is no one! Just me inside the blanket. What in the name of God! Where is he? I push the blanket away and throw some quick, furtive glances covering the entire room. It’s empty. As I look into the mirror beside the bed, I can still my breasts gone all red from the squeezing. A red teeth-bite mark can be seen on the back of my neck. So, this all must be real.
So, who was it?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nv59af/midnight_romance_with_a_stranger