I think my ex-girlfriend actually did legit curse me. I guess she did tell me she would, if we ever broke up. The day after I dumped her for hooking up with another dude, I woke up to a jar full of iron nails and rice and some herbs and milk on my doorstep. I tossed it right out, but since then, every night, the smell of moonlight and jasmine assaults my nose as he sits on my chest.
I don't know what his name is. Or his age. His cheeks are adorably puffy and freckled with glow-in-the-dark stars, and his dark eyes shimmer with joy every time he interrupts my sleep. His hair is silvery blue, and coily. It almost reminds me of how people depict Cherub, but like if you aged him twenty years and put him on a milk carton.
Except instead of a cute baby sitting on my chest and tormenting me, I get a grownass dude who just happens to be really hot. Welp, better than those old ladies who sit on chests?
[[HE BEGINS TO SPEAK TO ME.]]"God, you seriously can't help but get hard from your sleep paralysis demon? Weirdo." Despite his alluring adorableness, he's incapable of delivering any soft or gentle words. His voice carries a sharp edge, despite sounding delightfully melodic. It's a great voice, as long as you don't listen to what he's saying.
He does have a point though. Somehow, I am completely erect underneath the covers. It's not like I can say anything back, though. I can't even twitch my finger,
He laughs. Of course he knows I can't respond.
"Damn, dude, are you seriously that whipped after dumping her?"
I still can't defend myself.
[[WHAT IS THERE TO DEFEND, ANYWAYS?]]"Consider youself lucky I'm even doing you this favor. I'm not usually into dudes, but you're kind of cute." His lazy grin turns lecherous as he adjusts himself. His hand is pressed into my crotch. My dick twitches and spasms to meet his hand.
He feels so cold... But somehow, that doesn't quell the heat rising in my stomach. He presses his hand down, and grinds it against me, and a moan catches in my throat.
[[OBVIOUSLY, I DON'T LAST VERY LONG.]]A flash of white, and then the sticky sensation of cum in my sheets. He looks a bit disappointed, and a frown tugs at his lips. "That's it?"
I begin to drift off again, but he regains that mischeivious grin before I completely lose consciousness.
I wake up the next morning, dried semen in my sheets, and something sweet and sugary on my lips, like a complex milk and honey. It lingers even after I brush my teeth, but the memory of the sleep paralysis is gone by the time I scarf down my eggs and toast.
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made by med using twine's snowman story format.