I keep another site that houses the multitude of stories living in my brain. It’s private so it takes the pressure off me to perform, and I find I am freer in my writing. I wrote this today.
This piece isn’t construing anything so please don’t view it as anything other than pure fiction. I just felt I needed to make that clear. Not for certain audiences of certain dispositions. Just thought I’d share it in all it’s glorified wrongness. Promise I’ll post something normal tomorrow.
I could feel you. It was tangible and I barely suppressed a gasp at the intimate way you let your eyes roam over me. Heat suffused my skin, leaving an indelible mark that burned my lips, tightened my breasts, and slicked my sex. I could feel how much you wanted me, a feeling I wanted to revel in.
Except I’m not supposed to know you’re watching me.
The first time I felt your presence fear lodged like a brick in my throat. You burned my skin in a different way, your gaze crawling over me. I’d searched through the crowd, worrying you’d grab me then. This was a game though and you weren’t ready to trap me yet. So like a cat toying with its prey you let me go.
Slipping in my apartment that night, I’d felt relief. Safe. But the moment I let my naked body relax between the sheets, my mind wasn’t thinking about safety, it was thinking about you. I’d wondered if the anxiety flitting across my face feed your sick desire. If your cock was heavy and your balls full with thinking of snatching me, tying me down, and taking me until I scream. As you imagine me unwilling and on my knees, you stuffed between my lips.
My hand was between my thighs, and it wasn’t long until thick cum coated each digit. I was shuddery and breathless with anticipation from that point on, always aware of you just behind me when I went out. Always a sloppy wet mess beneath my panties as I move through my day pretending I couldn’t feel you.
You hide like a monster in wait now, and I have no doubt that you’re every bit of the craven beast you seem. Claws barely sheathed, poised to swallow me whole.
Hiding in the shadow of the building, you lurk there in the inky blackness biding your time until you’ll take me. Menace rolling off you in waves, threatening things I should know nothing about. Things like violence, sex, pain, and domination. Your demeanor says it, and the rock hard cock pulsing in your jeans promises it.
I dressed knowing with a sixth sense that tonight was the night. My top cut so low a bounce will topple my breasts from their perch, the fabric doing nothing to hide the press of my nipple, the skirt wrapped lovingly around my hips, and my panty less pussy underneath. I was asking you, telling you I wanted it, and you’d give it tonight.
I’d already broken off from my friends, the din of the club a low throb as I stand in the back alley. The dark thickened like a cloud, filling me with fear and aching arousal. Oh, I was slick with it, the wet swish as I moved deeper into the unknown sounded audible in the silence.
“You lost?” Your voice is harsh and my heart starts a punishing gallop at the sound.
I stagger a little, projecting a hint of drunkenness and confusion as my steps falter. “Nah, I’m… I just need a little fresh air, ‘sall.”
You step out of the shadows and the weak light gives me a partial picture of you. Broad, tall, bigger than my five foot ten inch frame at its most plump. I can’t make out your exact features, but I don’t care. I want you regardless.
I trip along, hand braced along the wall and you don’t even pretend as though you’re not stalking me. The intent is like a vibration along my skin; the closer you come, the bigger it seem. I know without a doubt you’ll have complete control over me, merciless and exacting power. Instead of running I freeze as though cornered, I let you catch me.
“Hey! Let me go,” I garble out in some mock attempt at distress. You subdue my flailing with arms that circle like steel cables around me, dragging me against your solid body.
“I’ll scream.” The tremor in my voice could pass for fear, but I feel nothing of the sort as you fit my ass against the cock straining your jeans. Big and so ready. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Shut your mouth,” you hiss in my ear. “I won’t hurt you if you keep your mouth shut.”
A lie. Your hands hold too tight, the need gives you away. I go limp like I should though. “I’ll be good.”
“Yes.” You squeeze a breast, pulling it from its confines to torture a distended nipple until I squeak with the pain. “Be good and this will go easy.”
The humid feel of your breath on my face teases me, the rough play of your hand at my breasts, the way you find your way unerringly to my naked cunt, the slow grind of you into my backside… I smile into the darkness.
You’ll take and take, but I’m more than happy to give.