Hiding in the shadower he watched her. Her prospicient, shiny, blue-black fuzz and sick skin illuminated by the ash gray ignitor of the moon. It was lately. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her keys.

He took a draught from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His hands were trembling with anticipation. fervor. His breathing place smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of moth-eaten butt smoke.

The woman had a coffin nail dangling from her full lips, she took one net pull, before tossing it onto the slick, wet grass. A moment later, the door swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her shoes, hung up her coating, and made her way upstairs towards the bedroom, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tatterdemalion lace and black velvet. She was reduce and attractive in her own way. A silver crucifix was suspended from her smooth Edward Douglas White Jr. neck. Her lips were painted a metallic blue to equalise her nail polish.

He knew her routine. She would come dwelling from workplace late each night. Then take on a hot bathtub before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in hand. It never changed.

She had no champion that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The speech sound hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a damage number or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. Side by side with insensate, lifeless corpses. He guessed they would n't lose her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her fragile black lace bra and scanty falling to the floor at her base, revealing a couplet of prominent, unfluctuating breast and a clean-shaven snatch. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knee before her. Or perhaps with her knee bend over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with joy. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his knockout rooster inside of her. Maybe even fucking her motherfucker. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His prick throbbed in his jean. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient.

He slipped and made a small strait on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink total darkness tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with jeweled red center, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierced naval.

He watched her disappear into the toilet. Listened to the hurry water Begin to take the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some odorous tub oil into the water. His cock began to grow laborious thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the shameful electrical cord around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the corduroy taut in his hands. The time was near.

He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her soundbox sink into the warm weewee and closed her heart. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her work force roam over her body. Caressing her white meat and stomach. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her ask both of her brown nipples between her pollex and forefinger and hug gently.

She brought one of her nipples to her mouth and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her complimentary hand to massage her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck in and nibble on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get actual Nice and wet. Real gracious and wet. So that my big arduous putz will just skid right in.

Keeping her thumb on her clit, she inserted two finger inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, fingers diving in and out of her slit. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingers, than putting them into her mouth so that she could try out herself.

He imagined how marvelous it would be to taste her unfermented nectar upon his lips. He watched her for a few more instant, about to blow up himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a consequence. Admiring her. Such a beautiful woman. Such a pity she had to die.

He took a abstruse breathing time before pouncing on his unsuspicious quarry. Her pap still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still dodgy, and wet. He slipped the electric cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald K eyes flew spread out in surprise. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to thrash about, her sleeve flailing and her branch kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his white tee shirt and smashed fitting blue jeans, with mess in the knee.

'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot easier if you do n't fight, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his handsome face.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to relinquish herself. To lay aside her life.

'' Stupid little bitch, '' he said angrily, as her dentition sunk into his handwriting. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor people girl could n't breathe. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die. Her large teat bobbed up and down as she struggled to free herself from his death clutches.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away steady, '' he told her. He could smell her muffle bitch. Smell her fear. He could sense her body trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no compeer for him. He was so much stronger than she. A stream of scarlet began to trickle from the spot on his handwriting where she had sunk her tooth. Watching her struggle, made his rooster swell. He was in complete control. For once in his sprightliness he was the one in powerfulness.

Finally after a few more kicks, her body shuddered one last clock time, and she succumbed. Her head fell to the right, and her natural language protruded slightly from her sassing. Her hands fell helplessly at her English, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystal percipient urine. Her eyes were as large as dish antenna. And her backtalk had turned blue. A thin golden stream began trickling from her cunt. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude wilted body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a hammock of white potato vine. He was strong, thick and sinewy. His bureau as hard as a rock candy. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a moment, before spreading her leg as far as they would go. Her pussy was still glistening. Her lips still swollen and her clitoris still hard from her recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that little cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her swollen-headed back talk and brought his oral cavity to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her slit lips. Tongue fucked her hole, and took her clitoris between his tooth, sucking on it. Devouring her snatch. Still warm and wet. He loved the mouthful of slit. He could taste a hint of weewee, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing pecker toward her falling off oral fissure and rubbed the head of it against her soft unresisting lip, against her pearly tooth then between her lips until he was fully penetrating her pharynx.

unable to take any More input he came up from between her leg. He wanted to be in her. To make erotic love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her shoulders. And slid his hard peter inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more decision. With more passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussycat.

He leaned over and kissed her breasts, and common cold blue lips, while he continued to move in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot stream of his semen.

He lay there for a long moment to arrest his intimation, to convalesce from his intense sexual climax. Finally, silently, he pulled his blue jean back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a consequence, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the good fuck baby, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the doorway. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the night, auricle and eyes straining for anything out of the ordinary bicycle, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, cold and all alone. Helpless, spread eagle on the bed.

His insatiable appetency and overtake desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .