Into the Dark

Category: Female-Female (FF)
Submitted by: Helen Age: 24 Gender: Female

It is in the night, that "he" comes to me...always unbidden, always cruel and merciless, always, the bringer of such delight.

When I wake at night, suddenly, I know it is because he is there. My nemisis, my lover, my torturer, my monster, my friend.

He bids me close my eyes, and beside me, my husband stirs. I listen for his unspoken command, and in response, obedient to him, I rise from the bed and walk through the French Doors into the night.

The grass of my lawn is cold and bedewed under my feet, and I shiver. He leads me on, on towards whatever depravity he has in mind for me this night.

In the centre of the oval lawn, he bids me slip my nightdress off and it falls to the floor. I am sky-clad. He bids me be still. In the night, I hear the sharp yelp of a vixen, so reminiscent of a woman's scream. The noises of the night impinge on my mind, the rustling of the breeze in the trees becomes an audience of unseen faces murmuring their approval. A twig snaps, and I close my eyes. He approaches.

I feel his presence near me, dark, sinister, controlling. I know I must listen to his commands and I know I must obey him.

Is it in my mind that I can now smell him? His body, his sex, his sweat? I feel an all-consuming need to kneel. I place my hands behind my back in submission to him. He bids me tell him what I am.

"I am your lover"

"I am your slut"

"I am your whore."

But it is not enough for him. He bids me shout.

"I am your CUNT."

He rewards me by allowing a warmth between my legs to become the absolute knowledge that I am wet.

Again, I am still. Awaiting his voice in my mind. I lower myself forward onto all fours, and place my right hand between my slightly spread legs.

He approves.

I feel his presence behind me now, and I know he is impossibly hard. My mental lover, my mental torturer, my sinister alto-ego. His cock is huge, impossibly huge, he will split me if he enters me, and he would, so it please him, in any hole, at any speed.

"I am your CUNT!" My shout fades into the night, startling an owl from the trees nearby. My hips rock in time with the waves of pleasure building within me. I spread my labia allowing the moon to kiss the centre of my sex with her silvery light. I feel him close now, I feel his hands on my hips I feel him raise me onto the tips of my toes, my ass high in the air.

I rub my clit faster, the wetness coursing down my legs to the extent I can smell myself. He snarls and I know, in that moment, his intent. At the moment of my orgasm, he will penetrate me, spilling his seed as he does so. I resist my own orgasm. I fight the exquisite moment now demanding existence. I bite my lips until I taste the metalic tang of my own blood. I screw up my eyes tightly and tears course down my cheek. I beg him to let me stop, to postpone the moment. But he gives me no respite. My fingers, unbidden, dance even faster on that hard sensitive nub, an errant breath gives me away and as I cum, he splits my pussy apart and I feel his seed jet deep into my womb.

How long I lie on the cool grass I have no idea. I come to myself fetal, curled, and utterly sated. He, of course, is gone. Gone from my mind, which was his only presence.

I walk back to my home, wet, smelling of the night and my sex. I pull back the sheet and admire my husband priapic awakening. I straddle him, and draw him into the light as I draw him into my body.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]