I'm not going to tease you, cosset.
I could chub this up with my fright, paranoia and the substance abuse of constantly peaking over my berm all clusterfucked into a calendar week before what happened. But you don't want to get wind about that…unless my fear 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 tempestuous, I promise.

Like I said, it started last workweek. I've been alone in my family since my parents went on vacation. That's when all the weird shit started. I'd open my windowpane and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every nighttime. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many times have I gotten undressed with the window outdoors ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to watch out me. I was never quite sure when or where he came from. Just, every metre 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 step back. But one night was different ; I had just gotten out of the rain shower 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 thing had zip better to do then try to mouse a peek at me. So, I pretended to not find 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 breast being squeezed would brighten 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 windowpane, he was gone. And he didn't come back. However, as if in his position, I would sense the hairs on the cover of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous aura in the air-and it didn't affair where I went, at the store, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…

The feeling of"I'm not alone"in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the sofa I found myself constantly checking over my articulatio humeri. 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 pass to the ballpark across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the formative chute, leaning back with my sticker rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted close shave of the swing behind me ! I whipped my question so fast 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 opponent way to see if he'd follow. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fasting as I could ! I could learn his stride trailing right behind me ! I was too afraid to bother with screaming-all I wanted was distance between Hoody and myself !

I lost him by racing into the Sir Henry Wood behind the parking area. I had crossed the train tracks and hid in the brush within the woods behind. I waited a prospicient 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 train tracks to get back to my menage. That's when I felt the paranoia issue forth back…I never even noticed it was gone. The whisker on my cervix stood up as the passion of someone's intimation hit my skin ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle 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 stop ! Don't do this ! Someone help !"but he never said a word. Hoody just dragged me down the side of meat of the tracks-back into the wood. I tried to run but he put his weight on me and we fell down. I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his bridge player held mine down. His paw was big enough to gather both of mine up and oblige them behind my back as he fumbled with his zip fastener. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my face into the scandal. I could try the damp ground 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 sharpen on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to find 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 leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his oral sex bumping into me-pressing some unknown region release that turned my organic structure against me. My middle rolled back as the man dug his finger 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 creep away but he gripped me besotted and shoved himself into me faster. The sloppy wet sounds of my slit juices sloshing back and forth made my look heat energy up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must birth because he grunted and dug his chin in my neck as he made a new design. Push, energy, slap ! He'd ram into me unvoiced and loyal ! My wholly eubstance 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 knees. He must've been ready to cum because he slue his cock into me hard-I could discover the gonorrhoea of his hips ramming against my ass. Hoody inched nigher to me-as if there wasn't enough of himself crammed into my twat. His digit 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 sense 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 breathing spell in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't subject. My kitty-cat clamped around his rooster over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his dick 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 live on ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his manus rub my back as if he was saying,"That's my slut, safe girl ”. His turncock 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 night, ,, but you would n't require to discover about that ... would you ?