He brushed his nose softly against my ear and I could feel his warm breath upon my cheek; he pressed himself firmly up against me and started to move me against the wall. Gods how I wanted him right then. This is not fucking right you psycho! I screamed at him then slapped him the face.
He backed off with a sly smile right before I darted past him and ran through their house. I bumped into a table but luckily nothing fell off or broke. My heart was racing and I was shaking so fiercely I fumbled with the door trying to unlock it and looking over my shoulder to see if this crazy man was going to come after me. I finally unlocked the door and flew out like a bird flies for freedom.
I frantically ran through their yard screaming to myself, who do they think they are? Do they think I was just going to watch them fuck them crazy? Then laughing I reminisced about watching them the night prior. But they did not know!
I know I trampled some of their flowers in their garden in the process of running and could care less; I was terrified of them and of myself for all of the emotions and feelings that ran wild tonight. I need a shrink visit, oh gods do I ever, I am loosing my mind!
Once I reached my yard I forgot about all of the large stones set about and tripped; tripped in my own yard over the stones I placed personally! I felt like such an idiot when I fell face first and my knee scraped against one of them. I jerked myself up to look over into their yard to see if he was following me. But he was not; in fact their door was still ajar.
They were probably still having their demented sex on the dinning room table, the freaks. My mind drifted off on thoughts of having sexual encounters with both of them. I had to slap myself out of it. What was I thinking, this is outrageous! How dare they think I wanted to participate?
I was going mad with conflicting emotions running so high. I sat there on the ground, with dirt and grass smudged all over me, one leg still over a rock, and the other leg bleeding. Why on earth did I desire the both of them when they were so morbidly horrifying, yet so sexually arousing? I began to cry and did not care who saw or heard me. Let the old farts gossip about me if they see, they already gossip enough as is, what is a little more? I can hear them now talking about Sasha, the unmarried freak!
After a time of sitting there I began to become irate with anger. So much so I did not realize that my legs were moving me in the direction of their house. I know I was spitting off out loud about all of the things running through my head; I think the Widow Smith turned on her front porch light and took a peek outside to see what all of the commotion was about; but I could fucking care less; I was going in there to give Eros and Aria a piece of my mind whether they liked it or not. How dare they!
The door was still open and I just stormed in like lightning. I heard sounds from the dinning room and headed straight to them. I was going to let loose and say exactly what I felt about them. They will dread the day they ever moved in next door to me with all of their flighty sexual tendencies!
Stomping my way into the dinning room I did bump into a table and a statue fell off and rolled onto the floor. I do not think it broke since it was one made out of metal. It just so happened to be my favorite in the house. It was a man laying his head in a woman's lap as she was stroking his hair, both with a relaxed smile on their face of pure ecstasy. I stopped briefly to pick it up and when I did I realized what I was doing. I was in their home uninvited and unannounced. I collapsed onto the floor and began crying again.
I do not know if it was my irate babbling, the stomping, the noise of the statue falling, my crying, or all of the above that stirred them. I looked up with teary eyes and saw Eros and Aria standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking at me. He motioned Aria away and slowly walked over towards me. He silently bent down and scooped me up into his arms; he held me close as he whispered my leg was bleeding. Like a little girl who was hurt I snuggled into his embrace and cried even harder after I asked him what he was doing to me?
Hush now is all he said as he carried me into the bathroom where Aria had already started to draw a bath. He gently sat me down on the bathroom bench and began to undress me. Why was I here, and why in the hell am I letting him touch me, much less remove my clothing? I just closed my eyes and continued to cry. I am in a house with strangers that are more weird and freaky then anything you could ever see on the sci-fi channel!
I heard the water stop running and felt him again scoop me up into his strong arms and carefully set me down into the large garden tub. I went to lean back and felt soft, warm skin behind me. I was lying against Aria; filthy flesh against warm flesh. She was pouring water over my dirty skin and gently running her hands over me to wipe it away. I let myself go and embraced her touch and caring nature. She bathed me head to toe and whispered softly that everything was going to be all right.
Once she was done bathing me she helped me limp out of the tub. I was so sore from my fall; I did not feel it before now. She towel dried me off and helped me slip into a robe; she brushed my hair with such soft care I began to tear up again. Oh gods please do not let my cry again. I had already made a fool of myself several times tonight I did not need to do so again! My thoughts and will were a waste of effort because the tears streamed down my face yet again. Aria said nothing and just wiped them away then hugged me tight.
Once I was a little calmer she took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom and into the den where Eros was sitting upon the sofa holding two glasses of wine. He handed the glasses to Aria and then pulled me down to sit upon his lap. Aria handed a glass to me and him; then she left the room closing the door behind her.
I could hear her bare feet padding down the hall way to only the gods know where. Probably to call the police on their psycho neighbor who stormed into their house and wrecked priceless, treasured, expensive things.
I sipped on my wine a little before looking up at him and boldly asked what is wrong with me? He said nothing and just smoothed my hair out with his hand and caressed my face with a caring look upon his face as I finished my wine. He placed my empty glass on the table and reached for the first aid kit that was set upon the table; I did not notice it when I first came in which is unlike me for I always notice everything.
Gently with care and concern he examined my wounded knee. I guess it was not too bad since he only cleaned it out and bandaged it up. Thank the gods I did not need stitches. I was so sore, ashamed, and angry. I could not say anything to him as I had once had in my head when I bombarded into his house. I looked at him with pleading, desperate, painful eyes. I do not know why I am still here with this man who I think is so terrible. But I could not draw myself away from him. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. Can he see this in me? Does he know what he has put me through in less than a day?
He gently pulled me close to him and held me. His strong scary hands turned into soft caring hands as he massaged my body, which sat limp and paralyzed in his lap. Any minute now I am going to wake up from this dream, in my bed, snuggled up in all of my pillows, with Hera sleeping close purring in my ear.
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I must have fallen asleep in his arms because when I awoke I was in bed, but not my bed. Where was I? Where in Hades were my clothes, wait the robe I was in? It was pitch black in the room but I knew this was not my bed I was laying naked in. Oh my gods I am nude! What happened? Did Eros touch me while I was unaware or gave my consent? Gods what am I thinking now? He would not do that, would he?
