Straight Female / 28
The Man In The Dark
I grew up in a house with my mother and grandmother. Church was the social life, school, church, school, church. My grandmother is a true believer and my mother followed along. I swore to remain a virgin until marriage at a ceremony for teen girls. We got the 'story' from one of the Sunday school women about sex and marriage. Plain vanilla all the way, on your wedding night he will do 'this and that' to you, grin and bear it, it's your lot for being women type of thing.
When I was 17 I had this dream one night, a man breaks into the house and grabs me and holds me down on the bed and rips off my clothes and tears me apart. When I woke up my heart was racing and my clit was sore and I had had an orgasm, I was sweating all over, in my mind I had the taste of his cock in my mouth. It took me a long time to settle down and I didn't sleep the rest of the night. The dream came back, sometimes night after night, sometimes weeks would go by before I had the dream again. Always I was masturbating and my clit was sore, by pussy was wet and I had to change out of my night shirt because it was all wet from sweat. And I always had the 'taste' of cock in my mouth, whatever that was.
I go to college, a close by Lutheran nursing school. I had the dream there to, only more intense. As I went through nursing school and got the medical understanding of sex, not the church woman's lecture, I would try to understand my dream, because my dream was always the same until I woke up with my heart beating and wet and sweaty. It was in nursing school that I told this other student about my dream and she went right to the core, I needed a man with an iron fist. That I had been denied a man figure growing up and I needed a man to put me and keep me in my place, sexually. And in a whisper, she said that most all women need that so don't feel bad about it.
After college I went to work for this group practice as a desk nurse, I was never a clinical nurse type. The group practice manager was an older doctor who flirted with the nurses and had a reputation of being pretty hands on, so always keep a table between you and him. In my case I let him touch me shoulders and one time he touched my behind. I felt it but didn't say anything. When he grabbed me in the stock room and told me I was all woman and that is what he liked i let him hold me against him and rub his dick against my ass. At that time all I wanted to do was bend over.
Talking with one of the other nurses she told me he kept notches on his belt for all the nurses he had fucked, if I wanted to be one of those notches go for it, but be assured for him it was the hunt. I didn't care, I wanted to be fucked so bad it hurt me at night. I decided to take him a pair of panties I had worn and give them to him as a g*ft so he could think of me. It worked, he fucked me the next day in the same store room, this time I did bend over and pulled down my pants and I got my first fuck. Not my dream fuck, but my first fuck.
I was another notch on his belt and he walked around like the cock of the walk, I let my friend the other nurse know, and the word got around that I was now his fuck. Until a new nurse came to work, she was straight out of nursing school, and he went after her and I stood by and watched knowing full well she would be a notch on his belt, although she would swear that would never happen.
There was a report that in my complex of a serial rapist and after three r**es in my complex he moved on. To my knowledge he was never caught. I just think of him now when I am alone and need to get off, I masturbate awake now, I can't do it while I sleep. I rub my clit raw and finger myself silly, I do get off but It's not the same as the man in the dark. I wonder about this man who got into these women's bedrooms and never came to mine. I know it's sick to think that way, but that is what I think about when I masturbate.
When I was 17 I had this dream one night, a man breaks into the house and grabs me and holds me down on the bed and rips off my clothes and tears me apart. When I woke up my heart was racing and my clit was sore and I had had an orgasm, I was sweating all over, in my mind I had the taste of his cock in my mouth. It took me a long time to settle down and I didn't sleep the rest of the night. The dream came back, sometimes night after night, sometimes weeks would go by before I had the dream again. Always I was masturbating and my clit was sore, by pussy was wet and I had to change out of my night shirt because it was all wet from sweat. And I always had the 'taste' of cock in my mouth, whatever that was.
I go to college, a close by Lutheran nursing school. I had the dream there to, only more intense. As I went through nursing school and got the medical understanding of sex, not the church woman's lecture, I would try to understand my dream, because my dream was always the same until I woke up with my heart beating and wet and sweaty. It was in nursing school that I told this other student about my dream and she went right to the core, I needed a man with an iron fist. That I had been denied a man figure growing up and I needed a man to put me and keep me in my place, sexually. And in a whisper, she said that most all women need that so don't feel bad about it.
After college I went to work for this group practice as a desk nurse, I was never a clinical nurse type. The group practice manager was an older doctor who flirted with the nurses and had a reputation of being pretty hands on, so always keep a table between you and him. In my case I let him touch me shoulders and one time he touched my behind. I felt it but didn't say anything. When he grabbed me in the stock room and told me I was all woman and that is what he liked i let him hold me against him and rub his dick against my ass. At that time all I wanted to do was bend over.
Talking with one of the other nurses she told me he kept notches on his belt for all the nurses he had fucked, if I wanted to be one of those notches go for it, but be assured for him it was the hunt. I didn't care, I wanted to be fucked so bad it hurt me at night. I decided to take him a pair of panties I had worn and give them to him as a g*ft so he could think of me. It worked, he fucked me the next day in the same store room, this time I did bend over and pulled down my pants and I got my first fuck. Not my dream fuck, but my first fuck.
I was another notch on his belt and he walked around like the cock of the walk, I let my friend the other nurse know, and the word got around that I was now his fuck. Until a new nurse came to work, she was straight out of nursing school, and he went after her and I stood by and watched knowing full well she would be a notch on his belt, although she would swear that would never happen.
There was a report that in my complex of a serial rapist and after three r**es in my complex he moved on. To my knowledge he was never caught. I just think of him now when I am alone and need to get off, I masturbate awake now, I can't do it while I sleep. I rub my clit raw and finger myself silly, I do get off but It's not the same as the man in the dark. I wonder about this man who got into these women's bedrooms and never came to mine. I know it's sick to think that way, but that is what I think about when I masturbate.
