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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Attack Me
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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Attack Me
Lexi Hush
Copyright 2015 Lexi Hush
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
Unintentionally A Voyeur
My life is a disappointment.
There's no kind way to go about it. Growing up, I've always thought I would end up with a fairy tale life. White picket fence, perfect husband, decent job, two dogs, the works.
Instead, I live alone in a small apartment with a flower boutique that I help manage downstairs.
I'm as normal as they come.
A strangled scream breaks through my thoughts and my attention is brought back to the scene in front of me. I'm ashamed to admit that there is stirring in my stomach as I stare at the three people from my apartment window. I wonder if anybody in the apartment complex is looking out their window and seeing the same thing. Do they feel the longings twist inside them as well?
I lick my lips and lean a little closer towards the darkness to see better.
Though they are all shielded by the dark of the tight alley way, the little light from my apartment is enough to illuminate exactly what they are doing.
I had looked out the bedroom window just as I was getting ready to bed and saw the woman step into the dark alley. Her mere presence was enough to pique my interest since the alley is usually avoided. The small path is only wide enough for two people walking side by side. It leads to the street that is easily assessable through a brighter and safer designated walkway just a short walk away.
As I continue staring at the strange woman, the uneasy stirring in my belly grows and I turn off my bedroom light, leaving only my reading light on so that I can hide in the darkness.
The way she waltzes into the confined space brings to mind the image of a rabbit slipping into a lion's den. It is a juxtaposition that both was both confusing and arousing. I find myself utterly captivated.
Like a voyeur, I stare with the intent to stay hidden. Her eyes continue to dart around fearfully. Without warning, she stops altogether in the middle of the alley, right below my window. I couldn't help but think that I have the best seat of the show.
She was wearing a tight yellow tank top over a pair of denim jeans. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown in the dim light. She looks to be in her late twenties, though a good guess is impossible in the dark lighting. When she glances up, I quickly hide away, but not before I could see that her expression is one of fear and anticipation.
I couldn't see the color of her eyes, but her skin is a light tone that indicated a desk job. She looks as if she was waiting for something to happen.
She looks around fearfully before reaching up to grasp at her breasts through her clothing, Her soft moan echoes in the alley, a gentle 'mmm...' that's filled with longing and need.
As I watch her squeeze her breasts together, the pulsing between my legs builds in intensity. As if she had taken a leaf from my own fantasy, two men suddenly appear and begin to approach her from either side of her, closing in like a pair of shadows in a graceful dance duet.
One was wearing a black jacket and black pants that hides his ebony skin while another wore a large black trench coat that covered his entire form. They are easily twice her size.
She quickly takes her hands away from her breasts and makes a feeble attempt to run away, ducking and twisting to try and get out of their grasps, but the two men are faster and stronger. Every time she twists out of one's grasp and turn to run, the other would close in and trap her. It isn't long before they easily block her escape path and corner her between them.
Her eyes widen and she presses her back against the wall, as if trying to melt into it and disappear. There was nowhere to run with the two men on each side of her.
A strangled scream leaves her lips for just a moment before it is cut short by the man's hand closing over her lips. I close my own mouth with my hands as I fight to keep my own composure. Adrenaline pumps through my veins and my blood hums with excitement. There is a flurry of movements in the dark as they quickly rid her of her clothes, pulling and stretching so hard that the thin fabric rips completely.
The clothes fall off her and onto the ground in an almost dream-like fashion, fluttering carelessly all around. I continue to stare in wordless amazement. I wonder why she does not continue to scream now that the men's hands are no longer covering her mouth.
The first scream is the only sound that leaves her lips. She is compliant as they pull her clothes off, moving this way and that. Her own movements appear almost as if she is helping them to quicken the process. My eyes widen at the thought. This whole thing is so surreal, I feel that I must be imagining the whole thing. I could feel my own warm breathes against my palm and my fevered skin burns with a yearning I can't satiate on my own.
Her shirt and bra goes first, ripping apart as if they we [...]
