Darkness looming behind her eyes, as her chest tightens. “No” she screams. “Please, leave me alone” she whispers as sweat drenches her face, tremors shaking her body as she screams, yet, feels like no-one can hear her agonizing cries. Her mouth moving in futile, as no sound escapes her lips. Her breathing uneven as oxygen blocks her airways. Tears streaming down her face as she relives the doom. Her pain, anguish worsening, pinching at her skin ricocheting through her body. “No. Please leave me alone” she whispers whilst her voice breaks, her cries swallowing her screams, her mind capturing her screams.
In an instant, I sit up, my hair stuck to my skin. Tears stricken face, licking my dry lips to add moisture back only to taste the salty tang of my tears. Clenching my hands in fists on my head, as I begin to curl up bringing my legs to my chest. Trying to forget the night terrors that never escapes me, wanting to be released from the shackles. My chest releasing the tightness that it held as I catch my wavering breath. Inhaling… Exhaling… Closing my eyes, feeling the surge of magnetizing energy that surrounds me, feeling my body connect with my soul.
“I am okay. I am safe. I am alive” I chant in repeated motions, releasing the tension from my body.
My muscles unclenching and memories slithering back into the back of my head. Removing the remnants of clothing, I open the bedside drawer and pick up the toy from the back of the drawer. Laying down on my back as I force myself to forget, living in pretense and blocking my mind of unwanted memories. Closing my eyes, as I enter my happy place, my safety net. Allowing my fingers to explore the soft, suppleness of skin. Reaching up to my breasts, kneading them. Circling around the nipples, enjoying the soft sensations that are rising. Gently squeezing them as I play with them, the feelings of pleasure going through my stomach, down my clit. The act of touching myself, stimulating arousal.
Opening my legs wide, bringing them up with my feet flat on the mattress. I slide my fingers down my body to my clit, feeling the moisture that arose. Picking up the vibrator, I press it against my body relishing at the gentle sensations that my body radiates, moving it down and pressing it against the clitoris. Eliciting a moan as the pulses from the vibrations move through my body, deepening as I pinch a nipple. The pleasure shooting straight down my clit, the fervency of the intensity arising “him” I murmur. Clenching the mattress in fists as the blissful sensations build, increasing the vibrations with toes curling and eyes going at the back of my head. Rocking my body against the mattress as the throbbing heightens and my chest becomes alight. “His” I moan as the pulsating trembles unleashes the dam, reaching the earth shattering orgasm, as my body quivers. Heightening the levels as I ride out my orgasm. Feeling the aftermath of the act sliding down, my body floating and feeling light. My muscles lax as sleep washes over me.
(A little segment from a story I am currently writing. Thank you for reading).