Romans & histoires Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta

I’d never met a man with inked hands before coming here. Must be a Russian thing. Lethargy pulled on my limbs, so I fell into bed without a stitch of clothing on and was dead to the world for a solid three hours. When I awoke, it was with a groan and a piece of still-damp hair in my mouth.

Memory d******d incoming. I flopped backward dramatically. “Ooh, am I gonna see cool psychology stuff? Like intelligent reverse psychology in action?” {You’re going to sleep. You’ll dream. I won’t be there. No eating. No Reddit. No getting hurt. Just watch.} “…Boring, but fine.” I closed my eyes. (I'll go with you Elena) Cute was the last thing I thought before I drifted off to oblivion. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

I look at the rubber dick and shake my head, “no, I’m not losing my virginity to a rubber dick, not happening.” I lay my head back and think of the picture he sent me, my hand glides down to my mound and I close my eyes, his face appears and his smile, his sky blue eyes boring into mine and the words “so are you” comes out of his mouth in his thick Russian accent. I moan and buck my hips as I think of his body, how tall and muscular he truly is, how his jeans hugged his ass and thighs as he leaned over to pick up my laptop, his plan white t-shirt that hugged his chest and abs like a second skin. I pant as the best orgasm I’ve ever gave myself rips through me and I whimper as the pain subs

"He said. At that time, he was involved in a game of pleasure and lust, in which at that time, he raised the robotic tentacles and that greenish penis wrapped in tentacles, and at that time the energy that was released from his previous orgasm that was released and he it was high and that tentacular cock fucked him. Being that he was consumed with need and that sensation that spread around and paralyzing his whole body and around him he felt the heat of the flames and the aura around, in which at that time the light consumed and left everyone hot and paralyzed. So, they fell asleep the ship stopped releasing energy all the parademons now fell like flies on the ground paralyzed they were havi

Hours passed. The tropical night grew deeper. The chains kept me stretched and exposed, cool air teasing my swollen, denied pussy every time I shifted. I drifted in and out of a hazy, frustrated sleep, waking up every time my body tried to chase an orgasm that wasn’t there. I was a mess—thighs sticky with old cum and fresh arousal, nipples hard, clit throbbing painfully. The bedroom door finally opened again. Alexei stepped in, still dressed in black pants and an open dress shirt, looking freshly showered. His grey eyes immediately dropped between my spread legs, taking in how soaked and puffy I still was.

I asked and he nodded. I crawled in his bed and he held me. I felt safe and finally fell asleep. Saturday Dad was still sound asleep when I woke. I got up and made breakfast. After eating, I checked the radio. It was almost all static. I was about to give up when I heard a voice. "If any human can hear this, stay hidden. All the legends are real. Vampires, Werewolves, everything. They are capturing us in the streets. Stay hidden no matter what"

She had woken up at five in the morning, her alarm clock on her phone blaring in her right ear after she had fallen asleep on it listening to the same cyberpunk ASMR video that had sent her off into unconsciousness for the past week. It had been nice to be told that she was helpful in some way, even if that way was being used in an illegal drug trial after being kidnapped from the Serial Experiments Lain club, to help get her to sleep, the paranoia fuelled insomnia developing when she was thirteen, latching its hooks into her brain, and then never leaving her again alone in the dark of night. It had always taken her a few minutes to shake off the night’s nightmares, when she awoke in the mor

I tried to listen to Olivia and stop worrying about my girlfriend, but I didn’t have a good feeling about the way things were going at all. I turned my phone off after getting her text message, and attempted to calm myself down mentally long enough so I could lay down and doze off for a few hours. Napping is a luxury I never had when I lived in Russia. There was my full time job, the impossible time difference between Francine and I, and all of the other tasks I kept myself busy with on a daily basis. Since moving to America, all of that went away and I suddenly found myself bored to death. To combat this, I’d go to sleep after studying some English in my text books, and completing whatever

“And how, mooncalf, am I creepy?” Anya rose from her desk and fetched a glass of water. She shrugged. “Oh, I do not know. You just prance around the banya with your skin off like a skeleton nudist. That is horror movie stuff right there. I do not see why Hollywood does not mine Russian mythology for its material.”