I'm not going to rag you, baby.
I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the use of constantly peaking over my berm all clusterfucked into a calendar week before what happened. But you don't want to see about that…unless my care is what is going to get that hand of yours down your drawers. 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 live week. I've been alone in my theatre since my parents went on holiday. That's when all the weird diddley started. I'd open my window and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every Nox. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘ How many times have I gotten undressed with the window open ’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to watch me. I was never quite certain when or where he came from. Just, every prison term I opened my windowpane 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 dark was different ; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in front man of my windowpane. Instead of calling the police ( which I was originally going to do ) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. Poor thing had nothing better to do then try to swipe a peek at me. So, I pretended to not notice him as I rubbed lotion on my raw skin-still wet from the exhibitor. I guess I was hoping that the sight of my oily pap being squeezed would lighten up his day, maybe make him feel lucky 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 place, I would feel the haircloth on the back of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous aureole in the air-and it didn't issue where I went, at the store, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at dark. 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 lounge 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 pass a shit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The luminance spread out a rotten sensationalistic glowing against the swinging. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide, leaning back with my back rubbing against the subway. Suddenly, I heard the rusted narrow escape of the vacillation behind me ! I whipped my foreland so degenerate 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 opposite way to see if he'd postdate. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fast as I could ! I could hear his footsteps 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 woods behind the park. I had crossed the train tracks and hid in the copse within the forest behind. I waited a tenacious ass time…and I guessed that it was just that douchebags way of freaking me out. So I got up and dusted off my short pants. I got to the edge of the woods and was crossing those old gearing tracks to get back to my house. That's when I felt the paranoia issue forth back…I never even noticed it was gone. The hairs on my neck opening stood up as the heat of somebody's breath hit my peel ! I didn't bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell ! My typeface scraped against the tracks as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my legs ! I was screaming something like"Please stop ! Don't do this ! somebody help !"but he never said a Son. Hoody just dragged me down the side of the tracks-back into the forest. I tried to run but he put his exercising weight on me and we fell down. I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his manus held mine down. His hand was big enough to gather both of mine up and hold up them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my typeface into the dirt. I could taste the damp earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my pedigree. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so concentre on the stinging pain sensation on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my wooden leg being bed cover apart. The cool off 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 fistful of leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some unknown clitoris that turned my body against me. My center rolled back as the man dug his finger's breadth 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 pissed and shoved himself into me faster. The sloppy wet audio of my pussy succus sloshing back and Forth made my face heat up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must hold because he grunted and dug his chin in my neck as he made a new pattern. Push, push, slap ! He'd ram into me hard and fast ! My whole body thrusted forward when he did and I could feel the tab of his slide fastener jab my ass. He picked me up from my waistline so I was on my knees. He must've been quick to cum because he slip his pecker into me hard-I could hear 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 snatch. His finger's breadth found a maze of my haircloth 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 flaw. That fucking stranger just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breather in my ear ! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn't topic. My pussy clamped around his turncock over and over ! He came right after me-frantically digging his peter 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 pussycat. 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 trollop, estimable girlfriend ”. 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 night, ,, but you would n't desire to hear about that ... would you ?