I'm not going to tease you, baby.
I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the habit of constantly peaking over my shoulder joint all clusterfucked into a workweek before what happened. But you don't want to hear about that…unless my fear is what is going to get that hand of yours down your pants. Yet, if you really don't want to hear all that…skip down to paragraph three. I won't be angry, I promise.

Like I said, it started endure week. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on holiday. That's when all the weird bullshit started. I'd open my windowpane and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every Night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many times have I gotten undressed with the window open ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to look on me. I was never quite sure as shooting when or where he came from. Just, every metre I opened my windowpane at night-there he was, standing. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was looking at me and that was enough to make me accept a step back. But one night was different ; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in strawman of my window. Instead of calling the law ( which I was originally going to do ) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. Poor affair had zero better to do then try to slip a peek at me. So, I pretended to not acknowledge him as I rubbed application on my naked skin-still wet from the shower bath. I guess I was hoping that the slew of my buttery pap being squeezed would light up his day, maybe make him finger lucky enough to go ask a missy out instead of peeking at me. When I looked back out the windowpane, he was gone. And he didn't come back. However, as if in his place, I would feel the hairs on the back of my neck opening stand up. I felt a dangerous aura in the air-and it didn't affair where I went, at the memory board, mall, out-of-door, during the day and mostly at night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…

The flavour of"I'm not alone"in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the couch I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder joint. For what, I didn't know. I had an driving desire to get out of the mansion. It was 9:46PM but like I could sacrifice a horseshit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the shaping swoop, leaning back with my spine rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the corrode squeak of the lilt behind me ! I whipped my headland so degenerate around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with concern, I instinctively stood up. ‘ I couldn't run back base, what if he followed ?'I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the diametrical way to see if he'd fall out. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fast as I could ! I could hear his footsteps trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to bother with screaming-all I wanted was distance between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the woods behind the ballpark. I had crossed the power train tracks and hid in the brush within the Sir Henry Wood behind. I waited a tenacious ass time…and I guessed that it was just that douchebags way of freaking me out. So I got up and dusted off my shorts. I got to the edge of the Mrs. Henry Wood and was crossing those old train tracks to get back to my sign of the zodiac. That's when I felt the paranoia come back…I never even noticed it was gone. The fuzz on my neck stood up as the warmth of mortal's breath hit my skin ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My face scraped against the rails as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my legs ! I was screaming something like"Please stay ! Don't do this ! Someone help !"but he never said a word. Hoody just dragged me down the side of the tracks-back into the Mrs. Henry Wood. I tried to run but he put his weight on me and we fell down. I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his deal held mine down. His paw was big enough to meet both of mine up and reserve them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my side into the dirt. I could savor the damp earthly concern and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my bloodline. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focused on the stinging botheration on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my peg being spread apart. The cool air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the warmness of his skin pushing into me. Maybe I screamed or my snatch clamped down against him because I heard him moan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a handful of leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his school principal bumping into me-pressing some alien push that turned my organic structure against me. My eyes rolled back as the man dug his fingerbreadth into my hips-making me wet against my will. I know I was moaning, I couldn't handle the way it felt, I couldn't stand the way my trunk liked it. I tried to crawl away but he gripped me slopped and shoved himself into me faster. The squashy wet sounds of my pussy succus sloshing back and forth made my brass passion up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must have got because he grunted and dug his chin in my neck as he made a new shape. push, push, slap ! He'd ram into me hard and fast ! My all body thrusted forward when he did and I could feel the tab of his slide fastener jab my ass. He picked me up from my waistline so I was on my knees. He must've been fix to cum because he slip his cock into me hard-I could get wind the gonorrhoea of his rose hip ramming against my ass. Hoody inched closer to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my slit. His fingers found a tangle of my tomentum and his tongue snaked into my ear. He nipped and sucked, I cried out because it felt fucking good… ! I was going to cum-and he was going to feel it. I didn't want to-mentally I didn't. I convinced myself he was forcing me to-that it wasn't my fault. That fucking alien just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breath in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't topic. My pussy clamped around his shaft over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his cock into me before burying it in me. I tried to crawl away-get it out so he wouldn't cum inside me. But he held me there-his cum pouring out of my snatch. When he was done he gave me one live on ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his hand rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my trollop, dear young lady ”. His cock slopped out of me, cum poured out. I don't know when he left but when I finally got up, he was gone.

I just walked home…


I saw him again the next night, ,, but you would n't want to try about that ... would you ?