A Sex Story sure to leave you coming back for more!
It was late during this sex story, and the house was dark, I could hear the footsteps echoing across the floor making their way down the hallway. No one else was home, my parents were out of town for the weekend and it was just me and the cat…
So who’s footsteps were those, who was turning the handle to the door to my room. I could hear them growing closer to my bed as they cleared the room with just a few steps. He had me terrified, this stranger was touching me. Feeling me over my blanket, running their hand the length of my tight young body.
When all of the sudden I felt the cover pulled back, a hand clasping over my mouth as I laid there pretending to be asleep. This was not going to happen.
I moved to cry out, trying to tell them to stop and leave. When I realized how incredibly pointless that was, the leather clad hand covering my mouth turning my screams into muffled pleas for help. He chuckled, I could hear it in his voice, the voice I have heard so many times on the phone.
How did he find my address, did he drive all night to get here? He was my favorite Sex Story caller.
He was here to act out my fantasy. The one I had told him in detail about. Down to the black leather gloves clasped over my mouth. I knew that I was going to be in trouble because I had created this scene. I knew what was going to happen next.
He slowly slid his hands under me picking me up… It was then that I knew I was fucked when I felt him begin to carry me down the stairs. If he made it to his car, I’d be gone forever. Never to see home again.
Did we make it to your car?
