I'm not going to beleaguer you, pamper.
I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the habit of constantly peaking over my shoulder all clusterfucked into a 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 hear all that…skip down to paragraph three. I won't be angry, I promise.

Like I said, it started last week. I've been alone in my family since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the weird mother fucker started. I'd open air my window and see the Saami hoodied guy staring, watching me every night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many fourth dimension have I gotten disrobe with the window capable ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Night went by as he continued to learn me. I was never quite 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 decent to take a shit me ask 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 windowpane. Instead of calling the police ( which I was originally going to do ) I variety of suddenly felt bad for the guy. Poor thing had nothing better to do then try to sneak a peep at me. So, I pretended to not notice him as I rubbed lotion on my naked skin-still wet from the rain shower. I guess I was hoping that the view of my smarmy pap being squeezed would brighten his day, maybe make him feel prosperous enough to go ask a girl 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 tomentum on the binding of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous halo in the air-and it didn't subject where I went, at the fund, mall, out-of-door, during the day and mostly at night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday Nox was the worse…

The look of"I'm not alone"in the elbow room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the sofa I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder. For what, I didn't know. I had an impulsive desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could yield a shit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The luminosity spread out a rotten xanthous glow against the swings. I sat at the posterior of the plastic slide, leaning back with my sticker rubbing against the subway. Suddenly, I heard the rusted close shave of the swing behind me ! I whipped my mind so quick around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. 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 opposite way to see if he'd follow. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fasting as I could ! I could listen his footsteps trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to trouble oneself with screaming-all I wanted was distance between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the woods behind the parking lot. I had crossed the train tracks 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 shorts. I got to the sharpness of the woodwind instrument 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 hairs on my neck stood up as the warmth of someone's breath hit my skin ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My expression scraped against the tracks as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my leg ! I was screaming something like"Please stop ! Don't do this ! Someone assistant !"but he never said a Holy Writ. Hoody just dragged me down the face of the tracks-back into the woods. I tried to run but he put his weight on me and we fell down. I could experience him thrusting against my bare ass, his hands held mine down. His hand was big enough to tuck 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 face into the dirt. I could taste the damp world and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my rake. Maybe a marijuana cigarette cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focalise on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to experience my legs being spread apart. The cool air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the warmth 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 folio. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some unknown button that turned my body against me. My center 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 quick. The sloppy wet speech sound of my pussy juices sloshing back and Forth made my face heating system 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 formula. Push, push, slap ! He'd ram into me hard and fasting ! My all organic structure thrusted forward when he did and I could finger the tab of his zipper jab my ass. He picked me up from my waist so I was on my genu. He must've been ready to cum because he slide his cock into me hard-I could hear the clap of his hip joint ramming against my ass. Hoody inched closer to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my twat. His finger's breadth found a snarl of my fuzz 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 break. That fucking unknown just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breath in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't issue. My twat clamped around his dick over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his rooster 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 finish ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his helping hand rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my slut, good girl ”. 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 side by side night, ,, but you would n't want to try about that ... would you ?