Long term lurker, here’s my first story! This is about a boyfriend I was with a few years ago. A little bit of backstory on me: At the time I was 23, had long blonde hair, about 130 lbs. I’m a dancer so I’m curvy but toned. He was 27, short curly brown hair, tall (maybe 6’2″), had a swimmer’s body with a tiny bit of a gut. This was a new partner I had just started seeing. We were both in a non-monogamous relationship.
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I wake with a start. My breath comes out of me with a frightened woosh, my thoughts are scattered. Another nightmare. One in a series over the last couple of weeks. Sometimes it’s being trapped in a small room – and something outside REALLY wants to hurt me. Sometimes the thing that wants to hurt me is me. I had a dream where I was so panicked I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a hair dryer, and electrocuted myself in the bathtub. That was particularly gruesome and left me shaking for hours. This wasn’t that bad, but I am still shaky and disoriented as I try to get my bearings and calm my racing heart. I’m in his room, it’s my second sleepover here – I am still adjusting to new boy, new town, new everything. I feel like a new person.