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 week before what happened. But you don't want to hear about that…unless my fright is what is going to get that handwriting 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 furious, I promise.

Like I said, it started last week. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the uncanny diddly-shit started. I'd open my window 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 spread out ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nox went by as he continued to watch me. I was never quite for sure when or where he came from. Just, every time I opened my window 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 have me take a measure back. But one dark was unlike ; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in front of my window. Instead of calling the constabulary ( which I was originally going to do ) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. poor people thing had nothing better to do then try to sneak a peek at me. So, I pretended to not remark him as I rubbed lotion on my naked skin-still wet from the shower. I guess I was hoping that the batch of my oily tits being squeezed would brighten his day, maybe make him sense golden enough to go ask a miss 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 palpate the hairs on the dorsum of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous atmosphere in the air-and it didn't matter where I went, at the store, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…

The feeling 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. For what, I didn't know. I had an impetuous desire to get out of the family. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a walking to the park across the street. The Light Within spread out a rotten yellow gleam against the golf shot. I sat at the arse of the plastic slide, leaning back with my spur rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak of the swing behind me ! I whipped my head so degraded around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with fearfulness, I instinctively stood up. ‘ I couldn't run back home, what if he followed ?'I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the contrary way to see if he'd follow. 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 incommode with screaming-all I wanted was space between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the woods behind the park. I had crossed the railroad train tracks and hid in the brush within the woods 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 bound of the woods and was crossing those old string tracks to get back to my house. That's when I felt the paranoia come back…I never even noticed it was gone. The whisker on my cervix stood up as the affectionateness of someone's breath hit my hide ! I didn't infliction turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle joint and I fell ! My expression scraped against the cartroad as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my peg ! I was screaming something like"Please plosive speech sound ! Don't do this ! Someone helper !"but he never said a word. Hoody just dragged me down the side of the tracks-back into the woods. I tried to run but he put his weighting on me and we fell down. I could find him thrusting against my bare ass, his hands held mine down. His hand was big enough to gather both of mine up and hold them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my font into the grease. I could savour the damp earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my stock. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focused on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to find my legs being spread apart. The coolheaded air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the fondness of his skin pushing into me. Maybe I screamed or my pussy clamped down against him because I heard him groan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a smattering of leave of absence. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some unknown clitoris that turned my eubstance against me. My eye rolled back as the man dug his fingers 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 eubstance liked it. I tried to crawl away but he gripped me tighter and shoved himself into me faster. The sloppy wet auditory sensation of my pussy juices sloshing back and forth made my face warmth up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must have because he grunted and dug his chin in my neck as he made a new pattern. button, push, slap ! He'd ram into me severely and tight ! My all body thrusted forward when he did and I could experience the tab of his slide fastener jab my ass. He picked me up from my waist so I was on my knees. He must've been fix to cum because he slide his shaft into me hard-I could hear the blast of his hips ramming against my ass. Hoody inched closer to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His finger's breadth found a tangle of my hair 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 finger 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 stranger just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breath in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't affair. My pussy clamped around his tool over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his stopcock into me before burying it in me. I tried to creep away-get it out so he wouldn't cum inside me. But he held me there-his cum pouring out of my pussy. When he was done he gave me one last ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his hired man rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my slut, good girlfriend ”. His hammer 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 side by side nighttime, ,, but you would n't want to hear about that ... would you ?