FUCK.
Can’t get rid of that feeling.
How good she felt wrapped around me.
How wrong it felt, while still feeling so good.
Her fingers clawing at my back, warm tears dripping down her cheeks.
The sound of her voice rings in my ears, begging me to stop.
Thinking about it now –
brings me back, back to when it started.
I’m carrying about my normal routine, just an average guy with an average job.
Then I see something -
Golden hair shifting in the breeze, the scent of strawberries wafting from the nape of her neck, filling me with her scent.
I had to have her.
Never, have I been so sure, have I wanted something so much in my life, that I just couldn’t bear it.
I follow her, to a bar, and approach her there.
Rejection.
How could she fucking do that?
Turn me down without so much as a second glance in my direction.
Rage.
I want her even more now.
I follow her home, observe her routines,
Break in while she’s at work and await her return.
It’s the weekend, and she’ll be mine for all of it.
It’s just a matter of time.
While I wait, I rummage through her things, looking for anything I can use as leverage.
Smell that intoxicating shampoo.
I wonder what else she smells like and find a pair of panties.
FUCK.
So.
Goddamn.
Hard.
I can’t stand it and I jerk off into her panties.
Hot.
Heavy.
So pretty and silky and pink.
I groan and fill them with my seed.
Those are for her whore mouth.
Click!
The lock tumblers roll into place as she turns her key.
Her day has just ended,
But ours has only just begun.
Keys jingle as they’re placed on the counter.
Breathe.
So close.
Breathe, breathe, steady….
The bedroom door opens, she steps into the room
In an instant, I’m behind her,
Fingers snaked around her throat,
The other arm wrapped around her body, so close to mine
Whispering into her ear.
“Quiet, or you’ll regret it.”
Fingers tighten to get my point across.
She nods.
Warm tears drip down to my fingers and I moan into her ear
I press my body into hers
“Feel how hard I am and know that nobody is going to help you”
Choking sobs.
I throw her onto the bed and climb on top of her.
Clothes torn.
Discarded.
“You won’t be needing those”
More tears.
Her panties dangle from my back pocket.
Pin her wrists above her head.
Gentle kiss to her soft cheek.
Hand snakes down to her soft pussy and gently strokes,
"I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you make me.
Don’t make me hurt you, my sweet Kellie"
She quivers beneath me,
Too afraid to fight, for now.
Eyes explore her tender flesh,
Fingers rubbing her slit,
So warm and nice.
I pull the panties out and rub them into her pussy.
"I hope you don’t mind,
I had a little fun in these while I waited for you"
She wails, horrified.
Mouth open wide, I stuff the panties inside.
"Such a dirty mouth. I bet you suck all the guys.
Wouldn’t give me a glance"
Horror again as she recognizes me from the bar.
I slap her across the face.
"That’s what whores get.
Fucking bitch."
ZZIP
My pants off,
Tossed aside.
Too much hindrance.
I stroke my cock.
Rub the tip in her slit.
Hands still held above her.
Gotta have her.
I thrust inside.
Inch by inch.
Make her feel me,
God she feels so good.
Pussy tight around me,
Gripping me tight.
I rub her clit with my thumb,
Getting her wet.
Body betraying her, she blushes
“God you’re so sexy, Kellie”
She screams out into her panties
Frustrated,
Hurt.
Hand ’round her throat;
Squeeze.
“Quiet.”
Thrusting in and out.
Moaning,
Grunting,
So good.
Nearly there.
Fucking her like an animal,
My new sex toy for the weekend.
She claws at my fingers,
Holding her hands up high.
Tears stain beautiful cheeks,
Dripping back to the pillow beneath.
Deeper,
Harder,
Faster.
Delightful groans and squeals of agony
Coming from my sweet one’s lips.
Licking her salty tears
clean from delicate cheeks.
Brutal thrusting, tearing her open,
gagged screams, blood dripping in her slit.
So warm and wet and nice.
OH FUCK
Hand around her throat.
Sweet, simple, pained whimper
Pushes me over the edge
Grunt.
Thrust.
Grunt.
Emptying my load into her
So.
Fucking.
Good.
She chokes another sob.
Gentle squeeze of her throat.
"Stay right here,
I need something from my bag."
She nods,
body shivering, she curls up
as I step to my bag and produce the duct tape.
She screams out into her gag,
Then tries to take it out.
In an instant, I am with her again,
One hand wrapped around the offending wrist
The other smacks her across the face.
SMACK.
“I – ”
SMACK
“Didn’t”
SMACK
“Say you”
SMACK
“Could”
SMACK
“Take”
SMACK
“That out”
SMACK, SMACK
Her face red,
She nods through choking sobs.
I kiss her cheek tenderly.
"I’m sorry.
But I told you not to make me hurt you"
Gentle caresses to cheeks that will probably bruise
RIP
Tape peeled open,
Wrapping around her dainty wrists,
Now held tight behind her back.
Another strand
’round her ankles,
And one from ear to ear.
I prop her up on the bed,
Her back against the headboard,
Knees bent slightly,
For comfort.
Out to the kitchen, to make myself something to eat.
She watches me,
Horrified,
As I eat the sandwich I prepared
In HER kitchen,
With HER utensils,
HER own turkey and cheese
Even down
To her favorite garlic mayo spread.
"Delicious.
You have good taste in sandwiches."
She looks at me, tears gone, as I finish,
As if I had seven heads and the gall of a man that feared nothing.
“Time for round two!”
My cock hard as steel,
Watching her squirm in her bounds
She screams again into the panty-tape gag,
As I walk over and flip her to her belly
Ass pulled up, high in the air
Spit into her pucker,
Rub it in with my thumb.
Cock at the ready,
Push.
Deeper,
Slowly,
Agonizing.
Making her feel me again.
She starts to sob again,
Gasping in pain
As I take her tight hole.
Thrusting slowly,
Deeper, moaning out.
So warm and tight.
Fuck.
Getting close already.
Thrusting deeper,
Faster,
Brutal.
She screams out,
Muffled by the gag.
God, she feels so good.
So.
Fucking.
Good.
I need her.
Need to be in her.
Feel her skin against mine
As I pound her deep
Make her scream for me.
MINE.
That cute squeak again.
Over the edge,
Cumming deep inside her
Once again.
Collapsing down,
Panting,
Curled around her,
Holding her sobbing body
Close to mine.
She squirms and bucks,
But I hold her to me as I start to doze.
Not completely, but just enough,
She shifts from my grasp,
Moving me just enough to wake me
As she makes a run for the door.
I groan in discontent and chase after her,
Catching up with her at her door.
She bangs on it,
calling to her neighbors
I slam my body into hers,
To knock the wind out.
Hold her tight against the wall
Pinned between it and my body.
Fingers snake around her throat,
Lifting her by it,
Letting her choke and dangle,
Alone and afraid.
"That was a very, very
BAD IDEA."
Hand tightening at the last two words,
Letting her feel my power,
My anger.
Tape slips away,
glue undone by sweat
She beats at my arm
With soft, dainty hands.
Struggling to breathe,
To survive.
Panic in her eyes,
She knows her life could end at my hand.
I let her down and kiss her deeply
Forcing my tongue onto hers.
Over the initial shock,
She bites my tongue.
FUCK.
Blood starting to fill my mouth,
I see red and throw her to the floor.
Climb on top of her and just start beating,
Slapping,
Hitting her until she lies limp,
Bleeding,
Sobbing below me.
"Dumb cunt!
See what you made me do to you?"
Sobbing.
Apologies.
"God, you just don’t listen!
Do as I say
And you won’t get hurt.
How hard is that
To fucking understand?!"
Hand around her throat,
Squeezing tight,
Jaw clenched,
Glaring down,
Taste of iron in my mouth.
"DAMMIT, girl.
Why do you insist
on making me hurt you?"
She struggles beneath me,
Pushing,
beating,
clawing at my chest.
Hands bearing down,
Clenching ’round her throat.
Struggles going weaker,
But I’m still seeing red.
Thumbs pressing in –
Deep in her throat.
I don’t even notice
Her body going limp,
Breathing low and slow
’til it’s not even there.
Coming down from the rage,
Realizing what I’ve done.
FUCK.
FUCK FUCK.
Grabbing my things,
Erasing evidence I was there
Run out the door,
Never to return.
Her story on the news
They never found the guy
Never knew it was me.
But,
FUCK.
Now I want some more.
