Glorious sunshine poured through the high, rectangular window when I step from the shower. The air is thick with the steam from my hot shower, and combined with the sunlight, it almost blinds me. I blink several times to get my eyes used to the glare.
A shadowed silhouette, deep in the fog.
My eyes grow wide, but the shape seems to be gone. The fog is still too thick to see the wall on the other side of the bathroom, barely two meters away from me.
I grab the smaller of the two towels, bend forward, and twist and turn it around my head to cover my hair. As I throw my hair back, the silhouette is back. I just stare at it, but seconds later, I doubt if I have actually seen it. The misty fog seems to constantly move while the rays of the sun try to penetrate it.
Shouldn’t it be gone by now?
“Stop being silly, Mallory!” I whisper.
I wrap the larger towel around me and step out of the shower, onto the bath mat, into the mist. My eyes strained to find the silhouette, but there’s nothing. Relief washes through me, but it quickly turns into panic.
Something cold curls around my thighs and pulls me down until I’m on my knees on the bath mat. The towel isn’t big enough to cover my cunt — naked and open.
I scream, but there’s no sound.
I look around frantically, trying to see something in the mist, but still there’s nothing.
Or is there?
Is that… a shape?
Panic tears at my heart when ‘it’ pushes my body forward until my face rests on the floor. My bottom is up in the air; my legs spread wide. I open my mouth in another soundless scream as something penetrates my sex, and at the same time, there’s a pressure against my anus. I want to move away, but invisible ties keep me in place.
Ever so slowly, my other hole is invaded too. Silent tears stream from my eyes and disappear into the fabric below me. Moments later, a warm sucking motion covers my clitoris.
Even though I don’t want to, I moan.
It feels so good!
My muscles relax and whatever is slowly opening me slips in deeper.
My cries of terror turn into cries of passion.
Where moments before I have wanted to get away, I now encourage the invaders of my body to fuck me.
My fear of the shape in the mist has turned to pure, unadulterated lust.
I can’t see the thing anymore, but I know it was there. It’s using me in a way I have fantasized about many times, but have never thought will ever happen to me.
In my fantasies, that thing is a…
My eyes fly open.
The moment the thought forms in my mind, one tendril slides around my waist and another around my chest. The upper one squeezes my breasts while the one around my waist lifts my body from the floor.
Hanging in midair, I’m at the mercy of the beast that has me in its claws.
That’s my deep, dark fantasy.
To be used.
I shudder as my orgasm consumes my body and leaves my legs weak and wobbly.
I close my eyes, sigh deep, and open them again. Confused, I find myself back in the shower, under the running water. I turn the faucet to stop the water, and open the shower curtain, mildly disappointed when the bathroom seems as normal as ever.
Note: I wrote this story in 2018, edited it for Medium in December 2021.