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

Like I said, it started concluding week. I've been alone in my star sign since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the weird SOB started. I'd open my windowpane and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every Nox. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many multiplication have I gotten undressed with the windowpane undetermined ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to take in me. I was never quite sure as shooting when or where he came from. Just, every prison term 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 plenty to make me bring a step back. But one night was unlike ; I had just gotten out of the exhibitor and found him, once again standing in front of my window. Instead of calling the police ( which I was originally going to do ) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. poor matter had nix better to do then try to filch a peek at me. So, I pretended to not notice him as I rubbed lotion on my bare skin-still wet from the shower. I guess I was hoping that the vision of my greasy tit being squeezed would brighten 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 window, he was gone. And he didn't come back. However, as if in his place, I would feel the fuzz on the backrest of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous halo in the air-and it didn't affair where I went, at the store, plaza, outside, during the day and mostly at Night. It was like mortal was constantly watching me. Yesterday Nox was the worse…

The feeling of"I'm not alone"in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the sofa I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder joint. For what, I didn't know. I had an impulsive desire to get out of the theatre. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a manner of walking to the park across the street. The luminance spread out a rotten chicken glow against the vacillation. I sat at the freighter of the fictile slideway, leaning back with my back rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the corrode squeak of the swing behind me ! I whipped my head so fast around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the street lamp. Filled with fear, 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 face-to-face 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 footfall trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to get to with screaming-all I wanted was length between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the forest behind the park. I had crossed the train track and hid in the brush within the woods behind. I waited a long ass time…and I guessed that it was just that douchebags way of freaking me out. So I got up and dusted off my trunks. I got to the border of the woods and was crossing those old train tracks to get back to my house. That's when I felt the paranoia total back…I never even noticed it was gone. The hairs on my neck stood up as the warmth of person's breath hit my skin ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle joint and I fell ! My face scraped against the cartroad as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my ramification ! I was screaming something like"Please stop ! Don't do this ! soul service !"but he never said a word. Hoody just dragged me down the slope of the tracks-back into the woods. I tried to run but he put his system of weights on me and we fell down. I could finger him thrusting against my bare ass, his hands held mine down. His hired hand was big enough to gather both of mine up and have them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my grimace into the dirt. I could taste the dull earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my blood. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so centre on the stinging painfulness on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my legs being spread apart. The cool air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the passion 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 handful of parting. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some alien clitoris that turned my physical structure against me. My eyes 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 body liked it. I tried to crawl away but he gripped me miserly and shoved himself into me degraded. The sloppy wet phone of my pussy succus sloshing back and forth made my face heat up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must have because he grunted and dug his chin in my cervix as he made a new pattern. push button, push, slap ! He'd ram into me strong and profligate ! My hale eubstance thrusted forward when he did and I could palpate the tab of his zipper jab my ass. He picked me up from my waist so I was on my knees. He must've been ready to cum because he skid his turncock into me hard-I could get wind the clap of his pelvic arch ramming against my ass. Hoody inched closelipped to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my twat. His fingers found a tangle of my hair and his natural language 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 mistake. That fucking stranger just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breathing space in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't matter. My snatch clamped around his cock over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his tool 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 cunt. When he was done he gave me one last ram in-making cum spurt out. I felt his hand rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my slut, good girl ”. His peter 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 Nox, ,, but you would n't want to discover about that ... would you ?