Drunken dreams carry her for a bit, a tangle of sexual need and emotional frustration weave a dream filled with a strange and erotic feel. The blanket entwines her feet together as she rolls over, her dream world turning it into a faceless man with a deep voice and slow methodical hands. A faint flush moves over her body as she reflexively tries to part her ankles in her sleep. Her breath exhales in a quiet sigh, her dreamlovers hands slide up her thighs so slowly it makes her ache.
The sound of the radio is faint, the sound of the sliding glass door opening is fainter still.
In a reverse parody of her, the silent stalker goes from room to room turning out the lights. Bit by bit the darkness moves him towards her. He kneels beside the sofa soundlessly and watches her. She looks so sweet and vulnerable just now. Nothing like the tease from the kitchen, until he catches the whispered scent of her arousal. He smiles in the darkness and he pulls a silk rope from around his waist. Moving slowly and without hesitation he loops the rope around her hands, one at a time. He gently holds her wrists for a moment and he looks down at her sleeping form before drawing her arms over her head. Shifting to the end he crouches again, securing the rope to the back leg of the sofa. Silently he crosses the room in his long legged stride, returning to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator and using its light he looks for her discarded clothing. He picks up the tshirt first, then her scrap of panties. Holding her clothes to his face he breathes in her scent. His eyes close and his minds eye recalls her fluid and teasing gyrations seen by an audience unknown to her. His only sound is the rapid increase of his breathing, he sounds as if he is trying to inhale her very essence. The shift of his hard cock inside of his jeans brings his eyes open and his mind back. He lowers his hand, her clothing still gripped tightly in it. He contemplates his choices in the few strides its takes to return to her sleeping side.
He kneels beside her again, studying her face. Once assured that her breathing is steady and clear he breaks his gaze and concentrates on the task at hand.
A finger on her chin pressing down is all it takes for him to get her mouth open. Even as one hand stuffs the panties into her mouth his other hand drops the tshirt over her face.
The choking cough as she wakes up prompts him to move down towards her feet, pulling the blanket off of her. Her struggle for comprehension is obvious as she makes muffled sounds. Even the click of the light doesnt alert her to what is wrong, only that something is indeed wrong. The tshirt over her face shields her eyes from the light until one last attempt at freedom. As it slides from her face, her panicked eyes take in the sight of someone towering over her then its all darkness again as he replaces the tshirt. As he winds it carefully around her head her confused whimpers change into angry sounds muted by the panties in her mouth.
