Confused Memories

Ethan was having a great morning. Last Monday, he finally remembered to hang his shirts straight after they came out of the dryer, so they were wrinkle-free when he reached into his closet. His morning bowl of overnight oats wasn’t too mushy, and he even had some frozen berries he found buried in his freezer. Best of all, his sexy, mysterious neighbor was probably waking up from a strange dream and feeling some confusing desires. He was grinning from ear to ear as he walked out the door and down to his car.

Meanwhile, Alexa woke up to a dull headache that hammered at her temples with each pulse of her heartbeat. She looked around to piece together her surroundings. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she could feel a light buzzing throughout her body. As she blinked, little pieces of memory churned in her head. The smell of wet trees. Burning pain in her knees from kneeling on a rough forest floor. A hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly. Gagging, aching, and sputtering from a rough **** shoving down her throat. Intertwined shame and pleasure burning between her thighs. She was left with puzzle pieces of a dream that she struggled to put together into a whole picture. Even though she couldn’t quite remember what happened, she felt arousal spreading throughout her entire body as she tried to piece together her memories.

The feeling of arousal coupled with the violent memories was uneasy: Alexa felt like she had fairly vanilla tastes, sexually. She didn’t consider herself a very experienced person either: two ex-boyfriends and a few unsuccessful situationships. She usually preferred missionary, sometimes doggy to spice it up, and she could ride from time to time. Two of her exes gave her oral, which felt amazing, and she would give head from time to time, but as a gift rather than for herself. She wore a blindfold once with an ex, which was fun, but she never experimented with any kinks beyond that early foray.