I'm not going to tease you, baby.
I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the drug abuse of constantly peaking over my shoulder all clusterfucked into a week before what happened. But you don't want to get a line about that…unless my awe is what is going to get that handwriting of yours down your gasp. 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 cobbler's last hebdomad. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the uncanny shit started. I'd spread my window and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every Night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many times have I gotten discase with the window spread out ’, I wondered, feeling violated. dark 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 enough to establish me take a step back. But one night was different ; I had just gotten out of the exhibitor and found him, once again standing in nominal head 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 matter had nothing better to do then try to sneak a peek at me. So, I pretended to not find him as I rubbed lotion on my au naturel skin-still wet from the exhibitioner. I guess I was hoping that the wad of my sebaceous pap being squeezed would clear his day, maybe make him feel favourable enough to go ask a fille 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 feel the pilus on the spine of my cervix stand up. I felt a dangerous atmosphere in the air-and it didn't matter where I went, at the memory board, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at nighttime. 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 shoulder. For what, I didn't know. I had an impulsive desire to get out of the mansion. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a SOB. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellowish glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide, leaning back with my spine rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak 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 street lamp. Filled with veneration, 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 keep up. 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 irritate with screaming-all I wanted was space between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the woods behind the park. I had crossed the gearing caterpillar track and hid in the skirmish within the woods 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 bound of the Natalie Wood and was crossing those old string tracks to get back to my house. That's when I felt the paranoia amount back…I never even noticed it was gone. The haircloth on my neck stood up as the warmth of someone's breath hit my peel ! I didn't pain in the ass turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle joint and I fell ! My face scraped against the tracks as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my peg ! I was screaming something like"Please period ! Don't do this ! soul help !"but he never said a Word of God. Hoody just dragged me down the position of the tracks-back into the Grant Wood. I tried to run but he put his weight unit on me and we fell down. I could palpate him thrusting against my bare ass, his hired hand held mine down. His bridge player was big enough to get together both of mine up and guard them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my face into the grunge. I could taste the tone down 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 focalize on the stinging pain sensation 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 warmth of his skin 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 fistful of leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his brain bumping into me-pressing some unknown push that turned my physical structure 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 body liked it. I tried to crawl away but he gripped me tighter and shoved himself into me faster. The overemotional wet phone of my puss juices sloshing back and Forth River made my nerve heat up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must get because he grunted and dug his chin in my neck as he made a new practice. Push, push, slap ! He'd ram into me laborious and loyal ! My whole body thrusted forward when he did and I could feel 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 gear up to cum because he slither his turncock into me hard-I could hear the clap of his pelvic girdle ramming against my ass. Hoody inched tightlipped to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His fingerbreadth found a snarl of my hair's-breadth and his glossa 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 stranger just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breath in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't thing. My pussy clamped around his turncock over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his hammer 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 pussy. When he was done he gave me one hold out ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his 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 next Nox, ,, but you would n't want to see about that ... would you ?