In the Deep of the Night

In the still, dark room
A whimper is heard
It is a cross between pain and pleasure
She winces as the pain courses  through her body
Yet in that pain she feels pleasure
Her body tingles
Her nipples harden
She feels droplets sliding down her thighs
She screams out in agony
Followed by waves of orgasmic pleasure lapping  over her
Suddenly her eys open wide
She glances around the room
She is alone
No one is there with her
How can it be
She feels the pain
She feels the pleasure
It is real
In the deep of the night
Reality and fanstasy blend
Was she really alone