My Sleep Demon Brought Friends
And I tried to “fight back,” which is how we both like it
When did it start? Years ago, in college, I suppose.
He visited me in my dreams, tried to seduce me, get me to submit to him.
It was easy to keep him away because I had a series of terrible boyfriends.
Sorry, terrible big-dicked boyfriends who were awful at relationships but fantastic in bed.
He whispered to me in dreams at the edge of sleep and awake, promising he could do more than any mortal.
The temptation was there, if slight.
And then it disappeared when I met my husband. I almost missed hearing his voice, his promises.
Twenty years of marriage, three years of it in a dead bedroom lost to porn and the monotony of monagamy, and he easily found his way back.
When he visited me that first time since before I was married, I was more than ready to let him in.
He was in me in every way that night.
And every night since.
My marriage has never been better.
Tonight, he said he had something new planned for me.
