Halloween is my favorite season and I like to celebrate my favorite time of year with freaky fantasies. In this spooky erotic story I’m going to entertain a taboo force fantasy of somnophilia phone sex. Somnophilia is sometimes known as sleeping princess syndrome, and is a fetish where a person is attracted to someone that is unconscious. In the fantasy that follows, the man will be drugged into falling asleep so that an evil witch may take advantage of him and use him as her personal sex toy. A man reduced to nothing more than an object. I am not to be confused with a necrophile, but dead guys don’t say no and sleeping men don’t struggle. *wicked cackle* Are you ready to push some boundaries and explore? Here we go.
The townsfolk call me a witch, but I consider myself to be more of a sorceress or – an alchemist. It doesn’t bother me that they’re afraid, in fact I prefer they keep their distance. This way I have space to do as I please. And it allows me much more room to “work.” I possess a great many herbs and potions. Some for this and some for that. Some that heal and some that harm. Salves to cure burns and soothe cuts. Tinctures to calm panic and quiet pain. Potions to make a man fall in love. Poisons that provide a slow and agonizing death. A woman of my many talents should be worshipped and respected, but the townsfolk believe I’m the devil’s whore. Silly rumors! I’m much more powerful than they give me credit for.
The perfect place for me to lure a weary man to his doom of drugged sleep somnophilia phone sex.
No matter. My home on the edge of town is the perfect place to catch travelers…. The perfect place for me to lure a weary man to his doom of drugged sleep somnophilia phone sex. And there he was, a lone traveling man from far away. He was looking for the nearest inn. I lied and told him there wasn’t an inn for another twenty six miles, but I could rent him a cot and cook him a hot meal for thirty copper. When he agreed, it took all my self control to conceal my delight. Can’t be tipping off my prey of my devious plans. Such a duplicitous woman I am…. it makes my softest parts drip and ache to think of what I am about do to this poor exhausted man. So much use he will have to my wet cunt!
I invite him into my humble one room home and point him in the direction of his rented cot. Then I inform this traveler that we would be having squirrel stew and stale bread for dinner. He was expressed appreciation but seemed distracted. His eyes kept wandering to my shelves full of drying herbs, vials of liquid, and half-filled bottles. To calm his curiosities, I informed him that I was a healer. It was no lie. I can heal with my knowledge as well as do considerable damage – but I couldn’t have him suspecting that I would use him for my dark fetish of somnophilia phone sex. There are many tales of the evil witch on the edge of the woods around these parts and I prefer my prey be unaware of what’s about to happen. Taking my victims by surprise makes my orgasms more intense….
He looked at me unsure, and I told him it was just a potion of lavender and aloe. If he drank it, the itch would be gone by the morning.
The stranger expressed some discomfort with a rash. I turned away from him and stirred the stew pot in an attempt to hide my excitement. I instructed him to sit and show me the affected area. It was poison sumac. I grabbed my cloth, ointment, and a tonic. He rolled up his tattered sleeves and I dabbed the area with some ointment. I wrapped the rash in some clean cloth and then placed a vial in his hand and I told him to drink. He looked at me unsure, and I told him it was just a potion of lavender and aloe. If he drank it, the itch would be gone by the morning. With one big swallow he took in my most delicious of creations. I turned away and placed my things back in their appropriate places.
With my back turned away from him I spoke to him, “You are going to start to feel very sleepy now.” I laughed and told him he walked right into my somnophilia phone sex trap. I turned towards him and disrobed as he sunk back into the chair. “There’s no reason to fight it. You’re mine now and I’m going to make good use of you.” His hand was trying to reach for the knife on his belt. I chuckled. I strode over to him and pushed the chair over as he locked eyes with me. Then I reached down and tugged the knife away and playfully poked the tip with my finger. I towered over my victim as he lay there paralyzed. I reached down and pulled off his trousers to reveal his stiff hard cock. Oh yes, I slipped him a Mickey Finn but I also put in a little ctenanthe lubbersiana extract to keep his cock stiff as a board for me.
I made sure I tied up his hands and feet so he couldn’t retaliate when he awoke from his drug induced slumber.
There’s just something so sexy about a lifeless body lying there with a protruding hard cock for me to mount during somnophilia phone sex. I have about two hours to do everything I want with him and that was more than enough for me to use him like an object. My toy. He’s nothing more than a human sex toy to me and I will make sure I achieve orgasm on his thick traveler’s dick many times. I slid my aching wet cunt down onto his forcefully erect cock and rode him. I rode him until I squirted all over him three times. Then I grabbed my bowl of squirrel stew, sat on top of him like a piece of furniture and ate my supper to replenish my energy. I made sure I tied up his hands and feet so he couldn’t retaliate when he awoke from his drug induced slumber. You see, he’s mine now and I am going to want to use my human somnophilia phone sex toy man more times before I’m finished with him.