cw/tw

Trigger Warning: Claustrophobia, Death

I’m trapped. Not against my will, I just don’t understand it. The room has no windows, no sunlight, not light at all, and still, I can see clearly. I’m floating through the air, very delicately. It’s not a race, it’s a dance.

I’m afraid. There is really no reason for it. Just the absence of anything that is familiar. The feeling is divine. Gravity has ceased and bodies are floating like feathers in a gentle breeze. The others are just like me, quiet, in a seductive state of bliss.

I’m excited. This isn’t real. Everything tells me that I must be dreaming. Only my brain resists. This is real for me. What I see is real, how I’ve become liberated from life is real. We all want the same, nobody dares touching one another. It might burst this miraculous bubble.

I’m addicted. Seeing naked bodies floating like a school of fish effortlessly through the air, I want to touch them all. We keep our distance, unsure what world we are in. Resisting our brains’ temptation to bring us back to reality.

I’m fearless. This is not my first time. It’s familiar, though I never remember how it ends. I know I will return. Others may be new to this world; hard to tell from them timid approaches. Could it be that only I know this place? If I don’t remember how it ends, perhaps it’s time to find out.

I’m erotic. Never before did I want to touch the others. This time is different, the same room, the same state of bliss, now I want more. The others look afraid, some drop to the ground and disappear. Others make eye contact, a smile, a spark of curiosity. I want to touch them.

I’m seductive. I turn, floating on my back, closing my eyes. Nothing controls my movements. Just the currents that swirl through space. Naked, like the others, I stop controlling my body. Not limb, more swaying without resistance, the walls may swallow me up. Unless; unless one of the others holds me back, touches me.

I’m irresistible. Time passes, I can always return to this magic place. A touch, the first feels like a current running through my body. Not painful, just a tingle reaching up to my scalp. The touch becomes a firm grip, sliding up my leg. My body has passed the walls and is about to leave my magic home. I get pulled back inside. There is no wall, just a state of mind.

I’m fierce. Still drifting, my body returns. With open eyes, I see two hands holding me. Wrapped around my waist, they pull me closer. My legs spread wide; tentacles ready to snap around my pray. It all happens in slow motion, from the first touch to an inescapable bond. I can smell fear.

I’m cruel. My wide-open, dripping pussy leaves no room to breathe. Legs like steel wrapped around the neck. I will not let go, this is my place and I take what I want. Desperately struggling for air, I feel the life draining out of my victim, nourishing my starved cunt.

I’m ecstatic. The power of taking a life, even if only in this magical room, is exhilarating. Eating my pussy when there is no escape has not equal. My body feels electric; nothing is real in this place, except for the orgasm only I experience. The mouth so desperate for air just seconds earlier is now numb. Dead. The used body drops to the ground and disappears.

I’m awake. This is how the dream ends. Now I know. I dream often of flying through this room. Sometimes I come, sometimes I don’t, rarely do I remember any details. Only there, in my magic place where anything is possible, do I take a life. Not casually; intentionally, for my pleasure. And I want to go back to this place every night.

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