The Call of the Ropes

I like horror stories. If you like them, too, you know that the first and, perhaps, greatest master was H.P. Lovecraft. It would take too long to mention all the great stories he wrote. All I will say is that my favorite is “The Call of Cthulhu”. You know, the one where a giant monster wakes up at the bottom of the sea and terrorizes some sailors and some people on the ground who are sensible enough to feel his call. Well, in my nightmare, I felt the call of the ropes, if I may say so.

It was a rainy night, and there was a blackout. I lit some candles, and I decided I would reread “The Call of Cthulhu” in one sitting. That’s something I do from time to time, and it’s always a great experience. My original plan was to tie myself, which is also something I do from time to time to get rid of stress. But I thought it wasn’t safe to do it in the dark.

I guess I fell asleep. Soon, I began dreaming I was in a big bedroom. One of those bedrooms has a bed with poles and large curtains. There was a storm outside, and I could see shadows moving in the dark. They looked like tentacles at first, but soon I realized they were ropes.

Just as in the Lovecraft story, Cthulhu mysteriously called those who were able to feel him, I felt the ropes calling me, asking me to let them embrace me and take me to places I had never been before.

It was terrifying, but it was also very sexy. When I woke up, I had to catch my breath, and I realized that I was aroused. I almost regretted that the power supply had come back and the lights had turned on.

This is the story of the call of the ropes.