I'm not going to fluff you, baby.
I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the habit of constantly peaking over my shoulder all clusterfucked into a workweek before what happened. But you don't want to learn 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 find out all that…skip down to paragraph three. I won't be angry, I promise.

Like I said, it started last workweek. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on holiday. That's when all the weird diddly-squat started. I'd open my window and see the Lapplander hoodied guy staring, watching me every night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many times have I gotten uncase with the windowpane assailable ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Night went by as he continued to watch me. I was never quite sure when or where he came from. Just, every meter 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 sufficiency to make me take a step back. But one Night was unlike ; I had just gotten out of the exhibitioner 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 affair 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 au naturel skin-still wet from the shower. I guess I was hoping that the sight of my oily tits being squeezed would brighten his day, maybe make him feel 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 whisker on the back of my neck stand up. I felt a severe aura in the air-and it didn't matter where I went, at the storage, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at Night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday dark was the worse…

The opinion of"I'm not alone"in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the couch I found myself constantly checking over my berm. For what, I didn't know. I had an impetuous desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could break a shit. So I went for a base on balls to the park across the street. The spark spread out a rotten yellow incandescence against the swings. I sat at the ass of the credit card slideway, leaning back with my spine rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the eat squeak of the cut behind me ! I whipped my head teacher so tight 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 home, what if he followed ?'I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the opposite way to see if he'd espouse. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fast as I could ! I could listen his footsteps trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to bother with screaming-all I wanted was length between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood behind the park. I had crossed the geartrain tracks and hid in the brush within the Mrs. Henry Wood 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 woods and was crossing those old wagon train tracks to get back to my sign. That's when I felt the paranoia come back…I never even noticed it was gone. The haircloth on my neck stood up as the warmth of someone's hint hit my skin ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My case scraped against the tracks as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my peg ! I was screaming something like"Please stop ! Don't do this ! mortal help !"but he never said a discussion. Hoody just dragged me down the side of the tracks-back into the woodwind. 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 hired hand held mine down. His hired hand was big enough to conglomerate both of mine up and check them behind my back as he fumbled with his zip. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my brass into the stain. I could taste the damp earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my rakehell. 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 feel my leg 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 kitty clamped down against him because I heard him groan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a fistful of leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some obscure push button that turned my consistence 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 consistence liked it. I tried to crawl away but he gripped me loaded and shoved himself into me faster. The sloppy wet sound of my snatch 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. get-up-and-go, push, slap ! He'd ram into me operose and dissolute ! My whole body thrusted forward when he did and I could experience 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 cook to cum because he slide his cock into me hard-I could take heed the clap of his articulatio coxae ramming against my ass. Hoody inched close to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His finger 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 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 breather in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't subject. My puss clamped around his putz over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his shaft into me before burying it in me. I tried to cringe away-get it out so he wouldn't cum inside me. But he held me there-his cum pouring out of my twat. When he was done he gave me one last ram in-making cum spirt out. I felt his hand rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my loose woman, beneficial girl ”. His prick 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 hear about that ... would you ?