The soft sounds of a home settling in the silent night filled me with terror.
I had this nightmare before and every time it woke me up violently. I would jolt up in a cold sweat, screaming in horror as I looked for my severed head or liquified insides. Immediately afterwards I would masturbate because my twisted mind couldn't differentiate between a nightmare and a wet dream.
Horror made me feel so alive. Horror made me horny.
I lifted myself from the bed as usual before getting up. I was dressed in my pajamas, my feet hidden by my too large flannel pants. I grabbed the flashlight and shuffled into the middle of the room, waiting and listening. It was Monday, the easiest night.
I counted the minutes as they went by, though even in the dream the seemed to go by in instants. I turned to the bed and shooed off two tiny beasts with the light. I shivered before approaching the left door, opening it slightly.
Hot breath blew back my hair and I slammed the door, my chest heaving. The stench of rot made me gag, my eyes watering. I couldn't see anymore.
I stumbled forward to the other door, crying completely now because I couldn't see! I couldn't see! I was starting to hyperventilate in the dream and my body was burning. I opened the other door and after a moment of listening for that tricky chicken I flashed the light down the hall. I saw a blur of red light slip away and I knew she was gone.
I took maybe less than a second to clear my eyes and all three of the little monster bears were screaming, calling for dear old Papa Bear.
I moaned out loud in the dream at the thought and things were silent a moment. The Bears looked at me, frozen in place as the stared. I bit my lip before shooing them away again and the night started back up. It was four, I knew that, so I would live through this. I cycled through the doorways; left, right, behind, left, right, behind, until I heard my alarm clock waking me. I was sweating and my hand had been teasing my wet clit in my sleep. I slammed two fingers into myself, moaning out into the empty apartment I lived in. I couldn't last longer than thirty seconds and my walls clenched my probing fingers. I locked up, my mouth open in an 'o' as my pelvis lifted from my bed. I dropped down with a slow grind, panting so gently. When foreplay happened in your sleep it was easy to get lost in pleasure.