Nowadays, everything out of the ordinary could be diagnosed as insanity and for this reason, I will be only be writing this to publish it anonymously, so that no one may ever really put my "insanity" against me. Nothing about my upbringing has been strange—I was born in a small suburb, my family was a little dysfunctional but never abusive, and I had enough friends while growing up, yet around the time I turned twenty, I began to have strange, reoccurring dreams. I believe reoccurring would be the wrong name for it, for the dreams would be different but I kept seeing the same man.
While I was in high school, I had a few boyfriends here and there, but the relationships never lasted for some reason or another, so I did not lose my virginity until after I had moved out on my own. I decided not to go to college and did a short course on mixology and got my bartending license, eventually getting a job at a nearby bar. The tips were good and overall, I did not mind losing sleep because I could sleep during the day. One night, towards the end of my shift, a man came in alone, sat at the bar, and ordered. He kept staring at me, and while I usually would not be one to get nervous while being watched, his intensity caused my stomach to churn. When I took his glass after he was finished, he asked for my name and after a little conversation, he asked me if I would mind if he waited until my shift was over.
That night, I took him to my place, and decided not to mention that I had never had sex and prayed that he would not notice my inexperience. I decided to lie back and let him do all the work. But when he entered me, it felt so painful that I thought I might cry, so I decided to get him on his back so that I could control the tempo. I started off slow, rubbing my clit against his skin. The combination of the rubbing and penetration made the pleasure rise from the nerve endings all the way to my stomach. It felt like a powerful heat pad had been applied to my insides, and after fucking him this way for a little, I climaxed. After I was done, he looked at me, puzzled, and asked me to get on my back. He began to fuck me like a jackrabbit, and within a few seconds, he was cumming on my breasts.
After I had cleaned myself up, I asked him to leave, he did gratefully, and I removed the sheets which were now covered with too many fluids. I went to sleep naked on the also-naked mattress, with a blanket on top of me.
I drifted into sleep and in my dream, I was on a dirt path, which was lined with many tropical trees. The path seemed like any other path I could walk down in a small park, but off to the sides, the jungle seemed to extend for many miles. Up in the trees, there were monkeys, all of them eating from the plentiful banana trees. As soon as I looked at the bananas, I wanted one, so badly. The problem was that I knew that in order to eat a banana, I would have to fight off the monkeys or steal one without them noticing. My fear was overwhelming, I kept walking fast, down the path, unable to get close to the banana trees. The monkeys stared at me, their mouths full of ripe banana and I could not get a single piece.
I began to sweat, I kept walking faster and faster, and then suddenly, I came upon a man. He was tan and a little flushed from the heat. He was resting against a tree, with a bunch of banana peels on his lap.
"Hello?" I said. He looked up, smiled, and stood up, letting the banana peels slide down his body.
"Hi, I thought you wouldn't come. I was waiting out here for a while." We began walk down the path again as I responded. "Did you eat before getting here?"
