My sister told me that if you woke up with bruises on your skin without feeling any pain, that means a ghost licked you in your sleep. I didn't want to believe it at first until it finally happened to me.
I was exhausted from four hours long group project meeting that I didn't even have the energy to shower. I just wanted to lay down and close my eyes. There's one rule I always follow no matter how exhausted I am, which is no outside clothes on the bed. I quickly took off all of my clothes, from my jacket to my panties, jumped into the bed, and closed my eyes.
***
I was woken up by a cold tingling sensation trailing all over my thigh. Maybe I set the AC too strong and low before bed. It stung a little bit at first, but then it woken up my nipples. They were erected so hard it hurt. My lower area started to get damp. I thought I should get up and turn up the AC, but my eyes felt heavy. I was too tired to move. I thought my body would adjust to the current temperature soon and I would fall back to sleep.
It was as if the wind from the AC could read my mind, suddenly the cold enveloped my hardened nipples.
"Aaaahhh." I couldn't hold back my moan.
Somehow the cold wind turned into some kind of wet liquid moving around my right areola.
"Aaaaaaahhhh." The sensation moved to my left breast, focusing on my nipple. I felt something stung it hard, like it was bitten.
How is this possible? Could my AC be broken and leaked liquid? Does the liquid from AC sting like this?
Before I could think any further, I felt something creeping around my pussy. The wet liquid moved in circular motion around my clitoris. Then, something cold flicked it.
"Oh my Gooooood!" I screamed.
"There's no God here." said a man's voice.
My body went rigid. It wasn't the AC, someone was definitely in my room. I pushed myself to get up, but my body refused. Did he restrain me somehow? But, I didn't feel anything on my body, not even a sheet of fabric. I tried to open my eyes, but it was as if they were glued shut.
"Who's there?" my voice came out scratchy and low.
"Did you like it?" the mysterious man grazed my cheek with something blunt.
"I.. No! Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone." I screamed as I kept trying to move my body.
"I will stop if you don't enjoy this." he dragged the blunt object all over my body, from my chest to my stomach, and from my thigh upwards to my pelvis.
"Hahhh." Another moan escaped my lips.
It felt good. But, this was wrong. I didn't know this person. Thriller movie scenes popped up in my mind about women who were abducted by seemingly nice but turned out to be sinister men. I thought to myself, would he really stop if I asked him?
"I don't.. I.. please let me go." I struggled to keep my voice steady.
The blunt object was abruptly lifted off my body. Everything went quiet. I could hear the clock ticking. Maybe he honoured his words and decided to let me go, I thought to myself. Then, a cold wind flew fast over my body from my feet to my ear, sending shivers all over my body.
"Liar." he whispered right next to my ear.
It felt as if an enormous weight was lifted off me, pulling my body forward to a sitting position. I let out a deep breath and could finally open my eyes. My eyes immediately scanned the room. There was a sliver of smoke in the corner. I blinked a few times, trying to focus my eyes. The smoke disappeared. Everything looked normal. The clock showed it was 2 AM. My clothes were scattered all over the floor just as I left them. Nobody else was in the room.
My heart was beating fast and I was sweating all over my body, even my bed was drenched in sweat. I tried to control my breathing to calm myself down.
I thought maybe it was all a dream, a nightmare resulted from being too exhausted. Nothing a hot shower and fresh linen wouldn't fix. But, still.. It felt too real. I could feel the evidence in my pussy. How could this be possible?
I shook my head and decided to get up. I really need that shower. But, first I had to change my sheets. I was walking towards the cabinet to get fresh sheets when I saw a dark figure standing from the corner of my eye. My chest tightened. I turned myself towards the figure, but there was nothing there except for a sliver of smoke. Had I been hallucinating? I had been sleeping less every single day in the past two weeks due to my class project, so logically sleep deprivation could be the culprit. I had better clean up fast and sleep, I thought.
I quickly made my bed, put my dirty clothes into the hamper, and hopped in the shower. Steam started filling up the bathroom, fogging up every surface made of glass. One of the reasons I chose this apartment was because of the shower. The water pressure and temperature were perfect for me. It's as if my exhaustion and worries evaporated away as my skin turned bright red. My skin had gotten used to this temperature overtime. But, even if there were occasions when the heat stung, it was a pleasurable kind of pain. I wished I could stay in this state forever.
A loud thud broke me out of my reverie. Maybe my neighbour just got home, I thought. As I turned off the shower, I noticed my fingers had gone wrinkly. I must've spent at least fifteen minutes in the shower.
"Aaahhhhh!" my hands flew to my mouth, muffling my scream.
There were a pair of eyes greeting me as soon as I got out of the shower. Specifically, a pair of drawn eyes on the foggy mirror. Maybe that wasn't my neighbour. Maybe there was someone here and what I heard was them going in and out of the door. But, I only heard one thud.
I grabbed a towel, roughly wrap it around me, and ran towards my front door. I tried to open it, but it was double locked from the inside. It wasn't possible for anyone to double lock the door from the outside. They wouldn't even be able to come in without breaking the latch. Unsatisfied, I ran back into the bathroom. The pair of eyes weren't there anymore. There was just a fully fogged up mirror. Maybe they were never there.What is wrong with me.
After making sure one more time that there were no intruders in my apartment, I quickly got dressed in my nightgown. As I was walking towards my bed I noticed a picture frame on the floor. It was a picture of me and my boy bestfriend, Brian. I tried to picked it up but something pricked my fingers. Small amount of blood started pooling on my index finger. I sucked them to stop the bleeding while carefully picking up the picture frame. Apparently the glass was broken. It must've fallen down when I got in bed earlier. But, how did I not notice it. I must've been more exhausted than I thought.
I sweeped off everything into the dustpan and decided to deal with it tomorrow. My body felt heavy. It was as if it was screaming for more sleep.
I got into my bed, getting ready to sleep. Just as I was about to close my eyes, the tingling sensation came back. This time it was on both my nipples. More tingling sensation turned into pleasure. Maybe I just need a release, I thought. After all, at this point it had been months since the last time I had sex with someone and it wasn't even a memorable experience.
One quick session would probably help me sleep better.
Sucking my index and middle fingers to warm them up, my mind wandered off to the dream I had just hours before. What if he was real? He touched me at all the right spots, I was on the edge of letting go. It was wrong. I shouldn't let a stranger touched me. But, it felt so.. good.
"Ahhh." As if on cue, another moan escaped my lips.
There's no harm in imagination, right?
I shimmied out of my nightgown, bare again in my bed. I started picturing his movement, imagining his voice, as I moved my wet fingers around my breasts.
Admit that you feel good. That's what he would say while twirling my nipples.
I would squirm and try to get away. No, please.. please stop.. this is wrong. But, secretly enjoying every touch..
It was as if my hands had a mind of their own. One hand lurched down, rubbing my clitoris up and down, while the other pinched my nipple. Both felt cold.
"Lying is a sin for the believers." He said as he plunged two fingers straight into my pussy. "Your body can't lie, my Rosie."
This is starting to feel too real again.
My hand started moving my fingers in and out relentlessly.
"Listen to the sound of your body, what's that sloshing sound?"
"I.. ahhh.. I.."
He moved his face down, stopping right in front of my clitoris, barely leaving any space in between. He inhaled a lungful.
"The sound, the fragrance. It's your body telling you that you're enjoying this, that you need this."
He sucked in my clitoris hard, then released it with a pop.
"Aaaaahhhaaaahhhhhh."
I lost all the strength I had to resist.
He added another finger in my pussy while licking my clitoris nonstop. I could not think. It was too much that I felt like I was going to explode.
"Just let go, baby." Thrust. "I'll take care of you." Thrust. "Let." Thrust. "It." Thrust. "All." Thrust. "Out." Thrust.
"Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." His hand.. my hand, couldn't stop moving even when I squirted so much I felt like I was going to die of dehydration.
"Keep going, baby. You're doing so good. This is what your body wants."
"Aaaahhhhhahhhhhhh." Another wave of pleasure engulfed me. I felt his mouth on my pussy, sucking every drop that came out of it and more.
"I can't anymore. Please..I can't."
I felt like I was going to pass out.
He removed his mouth from my pussy and kissed it. Then, up to my clitoris, leaving another kiss.. up to my stomach with another one, my left nipple.. my right nipple.. then another one on my neck.
"Go to sleep.. don't worry about anything else." He whispered into my ear.
My eyes felt heavy and I didn't have the strength to resist.
***
The following morning I woke up feeling like I was ready for a marathon. I got up and stretched my body, taking time to breathe in the new day. I checked the clock on my phone to see how much time I had left. Four messages from Brian asking my whereabouts were on top of the screen and that's when I noticed the time. Fuckkkkk. How did I slept through all five of my alarms.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, and ran outside. I didn't even bother to put on make up or did my hair. My university was around ten minutes walk from my apartment. I missed my first class, but there was still time to catch up to my next class.
***
"Rose, what the hell happened to you?" Brian asked before I even got to sit down.
"I overslept.."
"Well, obviously. But, I didn't mean that. I mean what the hell happened to you?" He made a hand gesture pointing all over my body.
I sat down next to him as always, trying to catch my breath. "Look, I know I look shitty, mind you I was running here and didn't have time to do my makeup."
Brian got up from his seat, dragging me up and away from the class. I followes him to the hallway.
"Rosie, who did this to you?" Brian brought my hand towards my face."
"Did what, Bri? Why are you acting so weird."
"Rose.. Rosie.." his voice grew softer. "These bruises all over your hand and neck.. who did this to you?"
I looked down my hands, there were noticeable bruised all over them. But, I didn't feel anything. I ran away from Brian into the girls restroom.
"Rosie!!" Brian yelled my name.
As soon as I got in the restroom, I took off my shirt and stood in front of the mirror. There were bruises all over my body, on my neck, my cheek, my breasts, and my stomach. They were not there yesterday. I didn't do anything dangerous, or anything. Even if I did, I should feel like I was hit by a truck by now.
What is going on..