There are far too many rules in life. We're oppressed by rules created by the rule makers wallowing in their mire to make our world a misery. They set the rules from the day we're born to the first day we're marched into school. They dictate the rules for which we live day by day, who we screw, how fast we can drive, what we can eat and how much hair we must remove. We have rules of engagement and rules for love and war. We even have rules for sex. And then there are the golden rules. These rules are the foundations for goodness and sometimes reward. These are the rules that are not to be bent, twisted or broken.... and this is the day that I will test them all.
Rule Number 1: Do unto others as they wish, but use your imagination.
He is standing outside my bathroom window with his dick in his hand. Perhaps he is watering the garden.... or perhaps not. I can see his arm is moving he must be stroking himself. I quickly grab my towel, cover my naked body and wipe the water from my eyes to get a better look at his face. My heart is buzzing like a humming bird in my throat. I can't scream for help. I'm speechless, breathless. I just stand there helpless. He stops doing whatever he's doing and suddenly raises his hands to the window sash and pushes. It rattles, but it doesn't budge, it's locked. I gasp with relief.
I step out of the shower and move to the center of the room. My legs and hands are trembling, my body is dripping wet. I feel light headed, like I'm going to be sick or worse still faint. Is this fear or adrenaline that I'm feeling or is it the affects of the alcohol? I can't tell. I just don't want to fall unconscious in front of a man standing outside my window masturbating. God knows what will happen to me then.
What will happen if I faint? Will he break into the house and come to my aid? Call an ambulance and escort me to the hospital's emergency ward? No. He will take advantage of me. He will have his way and fuck my wet limp body. That son of a bitch! Look at him. Staring at me like he's a dog drooling outside the butcher's shop front window, thinking about gorging himself on some tenderloin prime cut of meat. Fucking animal.
Suddenly something comes over me. The feeling is quite profound. I watch myself deliberately drop the towel to the floor and expose myself to the man outside my window. Why I did that? I don't know. Maybe the planets have aligned with the moon or perhaps I was overcome with the urge to be bad. Whatever the reason I now feel lustful and it is intoxicating.
The glass begins to steam up due to the pervert's heavy breathing. His head drops like a bowling ball to catch a clear view of my naked body. I close my eyes and run my hands down my neck and over my glistening breasts. My hands don't stop. No, I'm not finished yet. I begin to stroke my nipples and massage my breasts. I open my eyes to see my voyeur's licking his lips. I may be losing my mind, but soon I shall have total control over him.
My hands caress my belly and hips then wander back along the tops of my thighs where my hands meet on the border of my pubic bone. I squeeze my wet lips together with my fingertips, rubbing the damp pubic hair, prickling my bare skin. I let out a joyful sigh when I caress my clitoris, side to side my fingers slide. My other hand cups my bosom before it deviously disappears behind my back, away from my voyeur's view, but he knows exactly where it's gone. I push my fingers beyond my hind to find my lushes wet slit. I quiver with pleasure and moan as my fingers glide along the open seam then in and out, my movements slow, constant and smooth. I capture his gaze as my fingers re-enter my wetness. The stranger grits his teeth and beats himself with desire.
Rule Number 2: If you open it, close it and always make sure it's locked.
What will he do if I let him in? He won't enter via the window; he wants to come in my back door. I can't believe I just thought that. (I can't believe I wrote it). If I open the window he will grab me, drag me outside and fuck me in the garden bed below. My face buried in the dirt, my body fondled and scratched by branches and fronds. He will plough me through the gravel and mud like a wild beast ripping apart its prey.
I will scream with pleasure as he fucks me. And I will whisper to him, "Take me, I'm yours."
I step forward and unlatch the window. I hesitate, but I stand my ground. He straightens up and slides the sash open. I can see him clearer, undistorted by the open air. He looks young and virile and I want him. He lifts one leg through the window, with his buttocks resting on the sill and his cock dangling from his pants, he squeezes his torso through the window opening. Without thought of consequence, I lunge forward, grab him by the neck and push him against the window frame. With one leg dangling in limbo, his body three quarters in and one quarter out, I snatch his cock and get down on my knees. I'm totally in control and most definitely out of my fucking mind.
He groans with aching lust as I gorge myself on his red hard cock. My hunger is overwhelming and I'm frothing at the mouth. I'm sucking him dry and I can taste his excitement. He can barely endure my affliction, but before he completely surrenders to me he throws me to the floor.
Rule Number 3: Hands are not for smiting; keep your hands to yourself.
My grip on the situation was short lived. The balance of power has turned now that I'm on the ground, I'm naked and I'm open. He slides his other leg through the window and towers over me. I'm drenched. My hair is still wet from the shower, my body is covered in perspiration and my cunt is wet and ready for my stalker. I'm no longer in control. I'm vulnerable and he's menacing. I slide back on my elbows towards the door. He slowly takes off his belt and holds it like a whip. I start to panic.
