“Maybe I should just go back to bed and get warm for a little bit,” I thought. I tried to move toward the bed, but I was still frozen in place. Although it was a little uncomfortable, I wasn’t particularly bothered by it. I just stood there for a minute and felt the cold air surround my body and enjoyed the smell of sexy cologne.

When I finally felt like the weird spell had been broken, I tried to move again, but this time my body was pushed up against the wall. My heart started to race, but I wasn’t afraid. The tingling sensation of hands once again took hold of me. I felt my breasts being rubbed and kneaded underneath strong, imaginary hands. I looked down and I could have sworn I saw my tits moving with the rhythm of each sensation.

I stood there, uncertain and aroused as what felt like a mouth sucked on each of my hard, cold nipples, warming them up and making them tingle with delight. I even felt slight nibbling against my stimulated breasts. I didn’t know what was happening to me—Was my imagination running wild? Was this something otherworldly?—but I didn’t have the wherewithal to question it. And I didn’t have the strength to leave. It just felt too damned good for me to move or care about the real source of my intense pleasure.

As I enjoyed my nipples being sucked harder and harder, a hand seemed to come through the wall and slide between my legs, as if it wanted to finish what it started earlier. I felt my thighs being separated as a finger pushed inside of me. I wanted to move my body in time with the deep penetration of the fingers, but something wouldn’t let me. Again I was frozen and completely under its control. That was fine with me; I wanted to be under its control.