It’s a cold dark winter night as I wonder along the marina. The wind blows so cold it stings against my exposed skin. The silence is broken by the boats as they rattle from the wind. I stare over the marina and I’m drawn to an old barge moored by itself. I walk towards it slowly. The closer I get the more curious I become as to why it draws me in. There is s feeling of belonging as I stand next to it. My senses are going wild what is going on I say to myself. I find myself willingly stepping on board and entering the cabin as thou something is guiding me. I open the door slowly a little afraid but excited as well. The cabin is lit by 2 candles flickering from the wind. I see a shadow in the far corner it beckons me in. I walk over my body begins to shiver I feel a strong desire that has been woken inside of me. I hear a soft voice saying I have been waiting for you.
Waiting for what I ask. You are mine she says. Then she stands in front of me and I am compelled to go on my knees. My body begins to ache as I feel a craving I’ve not had before. She reaches out and pulls my head back. She then proceeds to use her long sharp nails to make a cut in her arm. Blood slowly runs down her arm into her hand. Drink my blood she commands. I open my mouth her blood dripping onto my tongue.
I swallow and my body burns with desire and ecstasy. A feeling I’ve always longed for now found. I reach out with my hand begging her to drink from me. I gasp as she cuts me. Kneeling in front of me she takes my hand and drinks from me.
Who are you I ask. But I get no response. She just stares deep into my eyes I feel her deep in my soul. My heart pounds as I feel the blood flow through me. My body full of ecstasy. I moan as she bites hard on my neck. She whispers to me I will show you pleasure and desire never felt before.
I lay there helpless as she takes me. Suddenly I am woken by a loud bang I look over and the door is banging in the wind. My body is weak and I’m covered in sweat. I feel different and slightly dazed my heart still pounding and my breathing heavy. Did I fall and knock myself out I wonder until I lift my arm and I see the cut.
It was not a dream but who was this dark spirit I wonder.
COMMENTS
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EmpressOfPassion
22:35 Mar 08 2019
Dreams.....while we do our best to convince ourselves theyre only mental manifestations of things we long for....can still be so heartstoppingly real can they not?
It always makes you wonder....
Primalcelt
19:06 Mar 12 2019
Yes they can be so real. Sometimes I have felt these to be more realistic.....