I'm not going to fluff you, indulge.
I could chub this up with my concern, paranoia and the riding habit of constantly peaking over my shoulder all clusterfucked into a week before what happened. But you don't want to discover about that…unless my fear is what is going to get that hand of yours down your drawers. Yet, if you really don't want to discover all that…skip down to paragraph three. I won't be tempestuous, I promise.

Like I said, it started conclusion week. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the unearthly shit started. I'd undecided my window and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many prison term have I gotten undressed with the window open ’, 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 enough to make me take a stair back. But one dark was different ; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in movement of my windowpane. Instead of calling the police force ( 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 find him as I rubbed lotion on my defenseless skin-still wet from the exhibitioner. I guess I was hoping that the sight of my oily tits being squeezed would light up his day, maybe make him feel lucky enough to go ask a girl 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 position, I would feel the hairs on the back of my cervix stand up. I felt a life-threatening aura in the air-and it didn't topic where I went, at the storage, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at nighttime. It was like somebody was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…

The feeling of"I'm not alone"in the elbow 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 impulsive desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a walkway to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the jive. I sat at the bottom of the formative slide, leaning back with my pricker rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted close call of the golf stroke 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 veneration, I instinctively stood up. ‘ I couldn't run back household, what if he followed ?'I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the opposite way to see if he'd travel along. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fast as I could ! I could hear his step trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to incommode 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 gear 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 edge of the woods and was crossing those old gear tracks to get back to my house. 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 heat of someone's breath hit my skin ! I didn't hassle turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My human face scraped against the runway as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my legs ! I was screaming something like"Please stop ! Don't do this ! Someone service !"but he never said a Word of God. Hoody just dragged me down the side 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 hands held mine down. His paw was big enough to garner 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 side into the crap. I could smack the damp terra firma 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 focused on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my pegleg 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 leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his pass bumping into me-pressing some unknown button that turned my body against me. My eyes rolled back as the man dug his digit 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 firm. The sloppy wet sounds of my kitty juice sloshing back and forth made my look passion 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, push, smack ! He'd ram into me operose and quick ! My unhurt consistence thrusted forward when he did and I could feel the tab of his zip jab my ass. He picked me up from my waist so I was on my articulatio genus. He must've been ready to cum because he skid his hammer into me hard-I could get a line the clap of his hips ramming against my ass. Hoody inched airless to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His fingerbreadth found a maze 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 palpate 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 issue. My pussycat clamped around his turncock over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his cock 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 pussy. When he was done he gave me one finale ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his hired hand rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my slut, good young woman ”. 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 side by side nighttime, ,, but you would n't want to hear about that ... would you ?