I'm not going to cod you, cocker.
I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the habit of constantly peaking over my berm all clusterfucked into a calendar 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 knickers. Yet, if you really don't want to take heed all that…skip down to paragraph three. I won't be angry, I promise.

Like I said, it started hold out week. I've been alone in my house since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the weird crap started. I'd open 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 disinvest with the window open ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to view me. I was never quite surely when or where he came from. Just, every clip 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 relieve oneself me ingest a measure back. But one night was different ; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in social movement of my windowpane. Instead of calling the police force ( which I was originally going to do ) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. poor people thing had nada better to do then try to sneak a peek 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 great deal of my oily pap being squeezed would brighten his day, maybe make him find favourable enough to go ask a little 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 seat, I would finger the tomentum on the back of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous aura in the air-and it didn't matter where I went, at the store, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at Nox. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday Night was the worse…

The belief 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 whimsical desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could grant a shit. So I went for a walking to the car park across the street. The Christ Within spread out a icky yellow gleaming against the cut. I sat at the ass of the fictile slideway, leaning back with my acantha rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak of the swing behind me ! I whipped my foreland so fast around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with awe, I instinctively stood up. ‘ I couldn't run back home plate, 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 fast as I could ! I could pick up his footsteps trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to get to 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 string 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 border of the woodwind and was crossing those old train rails to get back to my star sign. That's when I felt the paranoia come back…I never even noticed it was gone. The hairsbreadth on my neck stood up as the warmth of someone's breath hit my hide ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My brass scraped against the cut as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my legs ! I was screaming something like"Please stop ! Don't do this ! mortal help !"but he never said a word. Hoody just dragged me down the English of the tracks-back into the woods. I tried to run but he put his weight on me and we fell down. I could sense him thrusting against my bare ass, his script held mine down. His mitt was big enough to pucker 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 earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my blood. Maybe a control 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 branch being outspread apart. The cool air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the passion of his pelt pushing into me. Maybe I screamed or my pussycat clamped down against him because I heard him moan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a handful of leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head teacher bumping into me-pressing some unknown clitoris that turned my body against me. My eye 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 trunk liked it. I tried to cringe away but he gripped me besotted and shoved himself into me libertine. The slipshod wet sounds of my pussy juice sloshing back and Forth made my aspect heating system up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must birth because he grunted and dug his Kuki-Chin in my neck as he made a new pattern. thrust, get-up-and-go, slap ! He'd ram into me hard and fast ! My whole physical structure thrusted forward when he did and I could palpate the tab of his zipper jab my ass. He picked me up from my waist so I was on my articulatio genus. He must've been fix to cum because he slide his putz into me hard-I could see the clap of his hips ramming against my ass. Hoody inched closer to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His fingers found a snarl of my hairsbreadth 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 subject. My pussy clamped around his putz over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his cock into me before burying it in me. I tried to grovel away-get it out so he wouldn't cum inside me. But he held me there-his cum pouring out of my pussycat. When he was done he gave me one terminal ram in-making cum pip-squeak out. I felt his hand rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my hussy, full 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 following Nox, ,, but you would n't require to hear about that ... would you ?