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By Theena (Anonymous Address)

Hi, everybody. I was invited to join Kristen's special group, and when I said yes, I did't think I would contribute any stories of my own. But then I thought, why not tell the dream I had the other night? I'm a little embarrassed, but here goes, anyway.

I dreamt I was in my bed alone and asleep, when something woke me. I opened my eyes, and in the moonlight I saw a man standing there. A large man wearing a ski mask and a tight black sweater and tight trousers. He was very muscular.
I was very frightened and wanted to scream, but I didn't. He walked slowly and very quietly over to the bedside and stood there for a moment. Then he gently lifted the covers from me, leaving me exposed, for I sleep naked. I was really afraid, now! But I still didn't scream.
He just stood there looking at me for a long time, not moving at all, and though I was very frightened, I found I was also becoming sexually aroused! I just lay there, my eyes half closed, trying to feign sleep while he looked and looked. I was on my back with my legs slightly parted and I was sure he could see everything. I felt myself becoming wet, and, despite the fear, wishing he would do something. I could see, in the bright moonlight, that he had a bulge in his trousers.
After what seemed an hour, he laughed at me, and said very quietly, "You ain't sleepin, cutie!", and he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. His member was stiff and increadably thick.
He reached down and lifted me, pulled my legs over the edge of the bed, put the pillow under my hips and turned me face down on it, and forced my knees apart.
"No, please," I said, but he only laughed. I felt his hand on my bottom, then between my legs, then stroking my already wet pussy, and he laughed again. His large, strong hands stroked my back, then pressed between me and the sheets, lifting my chest, cupping and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.
"Please don't!" I said again, but in a moment he was entering me, first teasing me, then, suddenly filling me, his thickness spreading me. For a moment he just held still, then he began thrusting in and out, his hands squeezing my bottom again. Soon my fear didn't matter any more, my body began to move, my hands grasping and bunching the sheets.
I came twice in rapid succession, gasps and moans escaping my lips in spite of myself, and then I felt him pulse and jerk inside of me, his hot fluid filling me. He grunted and fell onto my back, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
I awoke, then, and found myself alone...