A Dream Come True

Playing with, and adding to, a dream I had a few weeks ago.

By me for any

 

I’d spent so many years locked away from the real world, alone in the safety of my room. I was not alone in spirit though; the internet is such an amazing thing. Online acquaintances came and went, plans for meeting beautiful women slipped away like my fragile conscious. All the years of being beaten into submission for paper and metal I could’ve cared less about, all the years of taking pain from confused enemies turned me cynical, bitter. People disgusted me; thus, I began to fight. Each school day was a new series of stressful events leading up to an inevitable fist fight. I loved it. I learned how to fight professionally under the guise of needing self-protection. I did need self-protection, but not from my brute, moronic enemies. All the while I was hardening myself to a brutal life, one online friend made sure to keep a section of my heart to herself. None of the brutality of my life was let out towards her, I was entirely soft for her. When she started seeing through my genuine niceness and started picking up on my inner cruelty, she gave me the choice to change for her, or continue without her. In my foolish fit of anger due to what I perceived as misunderstanding, I let her go on while I sat alone in my room. I was truly alone during this time. No other notifications enticed my interest the way hers did. It took mere days to realize I had made a selfish mistake. Not just a mistake in letting her go but a mistake in the fact that I had, somewhere along the road, let myself go.

 I ceased rejecting the frame of mind I had started viewing as ‘weak’ or embarrassing before I found a passion for hatred. In my isolation I learned that I had a peculiar interest in the fetish cuckoldry, particularly in watching others. I made sure to spend more and more time outside like I had when I was younger, kinder. I got my first job at a pizza place down the road and had plans to join the military. It took around two years to fully revert to my former self. I felt much healthier as a person, and I truly felt like I had direction in life. Yet, without her notifications coming up periodically throughout the day, a large part of my heart was still absent. Though the change was for myself, I never would have made the choices I did if she hadn’t have talked to me about who I was becoming. I felt like I owed her at least a thanks for the enhanced outlook on life she opened my eyes to. Little did I know she hadn’t forgotten me at all, in fact, she thought about how I was doing, and missed the notifications just as I had been.

 During our time apart with infrequent conversation, I was so self-focused I never cared to attempt a relationship with another person. My heart was set on her, even if I wasn’t entirely aware of my feelings during the time spent alone. She made several attempts at dating other men and found none to be as genuinely pleasant and thoughtful as I had been towards her. After several months of conversing both erotic and purely emotional, she was on a plane from her home state headed to my home state of Florida. I was filled with an old sentiment I tried to suppress because I formerly viewed it as detrimental to who I was wanting to become. I had never treasured someone so much; the sweltering sensation of love brightened every aspect of my soul. Within the opening days of our very first meeting we took each other’s virginities. Two years of week to two-week long visits passed very quickly, and before I knew it I was on the long from Florida to Colorado. By this time, she was fully aware of my interest in cuckoldry, and soon after we secured our first place together she wanted to make my dreams come true.

                We found a nice condo closer to the beach than inland. I stayed at the pizza place I started at and had become the store manager there. With the promise of further promotion and better pay, I opted to get us a greater home than we had initially thought we’d be living in. Our fourth-floor condo gave us a gorgeous view of beach buildings in the distance, and the sunrise over the river inlet we lived near. She had a job at one of the countless retail stores by the beach, which gave her a lot of opportunity to meet a wide range of people. She only held interest in men though, more specifically; men larger, stronger, and less intellectual than myself. I was tolerable of her flirtatious behavior with these men, especially with how open she was to let them know she was already taken. It did not take long for us to find a man more than willing to participate in a cuckoldry style threesome. However; there was a new, perplexing, burning fury that had sparked in my heart. It amazed me that I could spend so much of my life being more than simply interested in cuckoldry, yet as soon as I secure ‘the one’, I learned how much I cannot stand even eyes gazing her way for too long. Still, after so much time, so much anticipation, I was here. The decision had been made and backing out would cause more issues than it would solve. She was so very eager as well. I hadn’t seen her shine so radiantly since when we first met, her smile was unlike any other smile she’d gifted me with. It was more genuine.

I tried to shove my scorching rage deep into the colder regions of my heart for the moment, so I could truthfully enjoy what I had believed to be my fetish. Porn is very unlike real life. I could not get hard while viewing their foreplay. As soon as she let out a moan on a penis that was not my own, my world was devastated before my eyes. My soul, my reality itself shattered. I felt my heart explode in my chest. My eyes filled with red as several blood vessels burst from the fury. In a near literal blind rage, I dragged him off her and started shoving him towards the door. This choice immediately burst into an intense fist fight. I gained the upper hand swiftly and managed to tackle him through the sliding glass door leading out to our balcony. Before I could hear her screams of horror, or even feel her weak punches and attempts to pull me away, he was wasted.

My hands were shredded by shards of glass I had apparently used as my weapon. As the ringing left my ears and I started catching my breath, I looked down to see her weeping over his body. I saw her crying as if she had spent years with this stranger, and not meager minutes with a dick inside her. I pushed her aside and grilled her without making any effort to listen for answers. The ringing in my ears returned, and I couldn’t hear her responses at all. This infuriated me once more, and I turned to interrogate the body. I lifted his chest up by pulling his shirt collar while shouting for him to ‘wake the f**k up’. Ignorant to his dead weight and lack of breathing, I started punching him in the face as a poorly thought out way of waking him. I felt her feeble fists beating on my back as she pleaded for ‘it’ to stop. I spun around quickly, catching her nose with my elbow. She staggered back and fell against the balcony railing. I then lifted the meat sack up onto my shoulder and started towards the railing, still believing he was clinging to life. While covering her poor nose she tried to grab his body and yank him off my shoulder. In a fit of frustration with how hard the c**t was fighting for her new love, I threw him.

 I had to swing him outwards over my shoulder to throw him, and his legs caught her in the face when he went over the edge. I fell back on my butt, exhausted from all the effort. When I caught my breath and stopped inspecting my bloody hands, I noticed the lack of screams, crying, or even whimpering. I stood and peered over the railing at their mangled bodies below. She landed on top of a car causing extensive damage, and her toy was close beside, splattered on the concrete. I violently vomited over the side of the balcony and onto the floor as I stumbled back inside, letting my actions stew in my deteriorating conscious. My blurry eyes crept up to spy the broken glass and blood all over what was our carpet, and our balcony. I tried to put my head in my hands, but the pain was setting in. I noticed my bare feet, elbows, and knees were sliced up similarly to my hands. I hobbled over to what was our bed and pulled off all our old sheets, leaving my bed bare. I laid on my bed. I screamed aloud while cackling, “It’s just me now, everything is mine!”

I gazed at my new ceiling in my new condo, on my own bed, that was mine. After a short while, I heard numerous sirens on the way. My time alone was already ending yet again, they were going to take away everything I had narrowly managed to seize for myself.

By the time we arrived there were bodies of what appeared to be three jumpers. One, a female, Caucasian with long blonde hair, was on a car. Her body’s impact had smashed the windshield and left a massive dent in the hood. It was later found out that she died from the impact. Interestingly she was fully naked, almost as was one of the other bodies, a well-built Caucasian male with a surfer’s tan, and long brown hair. He had landed quite close to the car and was only wearing a shirt. Upon first inspection his body had over 20 clear stab wounds around his neck and chest, with defensive wounds on his arms and hands. It was inferred that he had passed before being pitched over the ledge. It was later found out that he did, in fact, perish before his impact with the concrete, it was also found that he had around 30-35 lacerations, many shallow, indicating a wild and furious struggle. Cause of death was major blood loss. It was ‘lucky’ for the medical examiner that the four -tory fall left his body almost entirely intact. The third body was another Caucasian male, smaller in stature and muscle build than the other man, with short dirty-blonde hair. His body was sited around three yards from the other bodies, and was significantly farther out, signifying he leapt on his own free will. He had severe cuts on his hands, knees, and feet, likely from the stabbing of the other man. He was the only body fully clothed. It was later found that he did, in fact, die on impact, supporting the theory that he was the last to go down. After gathering what we could in the initial investigation, all that was known was that there was some momentary shouting, a crash, and then bodies began to fall. We deduced that it was most likely an unfaithful girlfriend caught in the act. The rage probably pushed the smaller male to a mind-numbing breaking point, and after seeing the result of his actions, he himself jumped. They all died around the same time, making it difficult to assess how long the man stayed in his condo before deciding to jump, and whether the girl was with him during the time. 

Author's Note

Cut short due to the fact that it was based off of a dream. Also, I have forgotten exactly how to properly format dialogue if anyone can gift some knowledge unto me.