*Sleep paralysis is a state during waking up or falling asleep in which one is conscious but in a complete state of full-body paralysis.

During an episode, one may hallucinate (hear, feel, or see things that are not there), which often results in fear.*

I lay in bed. My boyfriend was working away from home, so I had the whole thing to myself. As usual, before bedtime, I’d been scrolling through porn online, gently touching myself. Usually, I’d give myself an orgasm before heading off to sleep, but that night, I was tired, and I decided to sleep.

I plugged my phone into the charger and put it down on the bedside table, and then sprawled out in the middle of the bed, facing the ceiling, and closed my eyes.

I thought I was asleep. I was in bed exactly where I remember being just moments before. Everything was the same, but I could see a figure in the corner of my eye to the right. I couldn’t make out what it was. It looked like a man, but it was so dark and concealed in the shadows that I couldn’t see anything with any real clarity.

Then I noticed another to the left. The same figure. A silhouette of what seemed like a tall, muscular man.

I was frightened. Was this real? I had no idea, but I tried to turn my head to the left, and it just would not move. I was paralysed. I tried to speak, to ask who these strange figures were - nothing. All I could do was move my eyes, left and right, up and down. That’s it.

As I looked around, trapped in my body, I saw more figures. Behind me, at the foot of the bed, to my sides. This was impossible - how were they behind me? My bed backs onto the wall! None of this made the blindest bit of sense.

That’s when I took more notice of them, when I started to see more details in these shady figures.

They were men. They were naked. Muscular, naked men. All of them with large, thick penises that were standing to attention. They were stroking them as they stood in the room, facing me. They had no faces - just a flat surface. But their bodies and their cocks were so defined. So… perfect.

Were they aliens? Was this some kind of abduction? What was going on?

All these thoughts rushed through my head and, in amongst the confusion, I realised something - I wasn’t scared anymore.

There was not an ounce of fear in my mind. It had been replaced. Replaced by an intense feeling of desire. Replaced by deep excitement and arousal.

I could feel it between my legs. My pussy was dripping wet - a burning, longing sensation, itching to be touched, itching to cum.

The figures were all around me, close to me. Stroking their almost impossibly perfect cocks in the direction of my face. My eyes circled the room, counting them. Eight. Eight of these… creatures.

They started to groan, to moan with pleasure. And then, it began.

The one closest to me brought himself to orgasm. His massive, thick penis squirted out a thick wad of cum onto my face. Then another. And another. It splashed across my cheek, onto my forehead, my eyebrow, in my hair.

As the first figure stepped away, another moved forward. He unleashed another load, the same consistency and volume - thick, creamy, white and warm. It decorated the other side of my face this time, almost like a mirror image.

I could feel my pussy pulsating. I didn’t flinch - not once. I didn’t even blink. I was so confused; this was all so strange. But I loved it. I loved seeing these beings, these humanoid creatures, stroking their giant penises at me. I loved seeing their perfect cum spurt out toward me, and I adored the feeling of it splashing onto my skin.

The first two were done - so up stepped two more. Simultaneously, this time. One behind me, above my head, just about visible, as I moved my eyes up to look above. The other straddled me on the bed, his cock pointed directly at me. Like staring down the barrel of a gun.

They both came simultaneously - their huge loads, both the same consistency as the first two, hitting my face at precisely the same time with enough force for the first splashes to ricochet off my skin and onto the bed next to me. They continued to fire rope after sticky rope onto my face until they were spent.

It had pooled around my left eye, underneath my nose and above my lip. It was slowly sliding down my cheeks onto the pillow.

I could feel the pleasure growing between my legs. It felt as though someone was touching me - rubbing my clit, but no one was there. I had never felt like this before. It was such a strange, intense, but phenomenal feeling.

As the figure dismounted and moved away, the remaining four came toward me—two to my right, and two to my left. My eyes circled, trying to keep track of each one. They weren’t all going to do this simultaneously, were they?

Yes. They were.

All four of the creatures began to orgasm. They were aiming directly at my face, like the ones before them, and I looked up at them as four huge loads of cum let fly from their cocks all at the same time. The first ropes from each hit my skin at precisely the same moment.

And at that moment, I, too, began to orgasm. I felt shudders through my body, and I began to convulse with pleasure as these beings continued to shoot vast amounts of semen onto my face.

I was already absolutely covered in cum before, but these four identically sized loads left me unrecognisable. An incomprehensibly large amount of thick, hot cum was now caked all over my face. I could feel it running down my skin as I came harder than perhaps I ever had in my life.

Then I realised what was happening - this was sleep paralysis. I’d heard about this before, but… wasn’t it meant to be scary?

Just as I had that thought, the moment it entered my mind, I realised I could move. My hands and body were released from the invisible grip they’d been placed under. I put my hands to my face to try and scoop some of the cum out of my eyes.

There… there was no cum. Nothing. My face was totally dry aside from the layer of sweat I’d developed on it.

There were no figures, either. My room was empty. Precisely as it was before I went to sleep.

The one thing, the ONLY thing that was real…. I felt satisfied. I still felt the shivers through my body—the lingering effects of one of the most intense, pleasurable orgasms I had ever had.

I put my hand between my legs - soaking. Drenched. My thighs were wet. The bed sheets were wet underneath; I was lying in a puddle. That part… that part was real.

I closed my eyes again, squeezing them tightly shut. Hoping the figures would revisit me. Hoping they would do it all again. Maybe this time they’d fuck me. Perhaps this time, they’d make me cum more than once.

I started to gently rub my clit with my finger as I hoped desperately to experience it again while I drifted off into a deep, unbroken and blissful sleep.