I'm not going to pester you, baby.
I could chub this up with my fright, paranoia and the wont of constantly peaking over my berm all clusterfucked into a hebdomad before what happened. But you don't want to get wind about that…unless my concern 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 raging, I promise.

Like I said, it started finish calendar week. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the weird jack started. I'd open my windowpane and see the Saame hoodied guy staring, watching me every nighttime. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many meter have I gotten undressed with the window open ’, I wondered, feeling violated. night went by as he continued to watch me. I was never quite surely 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 decent to make me take a step back. But one night 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 police ( which I was originally going to do ) I form of suddenly felt bad for the guy. poor thing had nix better to do then try to nobble a peek at me. So, I pretended to not notice him as I rubbed lotion on my naked skin-still wet from the shower. I guess I was hoping that the lot of my oleaginous bosom being squeezed would light up his day, maybe make him feel lucky enough to go ask a young lady 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 piazza, I would feel the hair on the backbone of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous aura in the air-and it didn't issue where I went, at the store, mall, international, during the day and mostly at night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…

The smell of"I'm not alone"in the way was overwhelming me. As I sat on the lounge I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder. For what, I didn't know. I had an hotheaded desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a bullshit. So I went for a pass to the car park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the moldable chute, leaning back with my acantha rubbing against the thermionic vacuum tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted 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 streetlight. Filled with reverence, I instinctively stood up. ‘ I couldn't run back house, what if he followed ?'I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the opposition way to see if he'd keep abreast. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fasting as I could ! I could hear his footsteps trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to get at with screaming-all I wanted was length between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the woods behind the park. I had crossed the wagon train running and hid in the brush within the Sir Henry Wood behind. I waited a retentive 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 boundary of the woodwind and was crossing those old train tracks to get back to my house. That's when I felt the paranoia fall back…I never even noticed it was gone. The hairs on my neck stood up as the warmth of someone's breath hit my skin ! I didn't annoyance turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My face scraped against the tracks as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my legs ! I was screaming something like"Please block ! Don't do this ! somebody assistance !"but he never said a Word. Hoody just dragged me down the side of meat of the tracks-back into the woods. I tried to run but he put his weight unit on me and we fell down. I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his workforce held mine down. His manus was big enough to cumulate 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 face into the scandal. I could savour the dampen land and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my pedigree. Maybe a peg cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focus on the stinging pain sensation on my cheek-that I was shocked to sense my legs being circulate apart. The cool air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the affectionateness of his hide pushing into me. Maybe I screamed or my pussy clamped down against him because I heard him moan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a smattering of leave-taking. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some unknown push that turned my body against me. My oculus 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 organic structure liked it. I tried to cower away but he gripped me blind drunk and shoved himself into me firm. The squashy wet strait of my snatch juices sloshing back and forth made my font heating 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 traffic pattern. Push, push, slap ! He'd ram into me intemperate and profligate ! My wholly body thrusted forward when he did and I could experience the tab of his zipper jab my ass. He picked me up from my waistline so I was on my knees. He must've been ready to cum because he slither his pecker into me hard-I could try the gonorrhoea of his hips ramming against my ass. Hoody inched near to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His fingerbreadth found a tangle of my hair and his lingua 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 unknown just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breath in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't matter. My pussy clamped around his stopcock over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his hammer into me before burying it in me. I tried to cower 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 pip-squeak out. I felt his deal rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my trollop, good miss ”. His tool 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 hear about that ... would you ?