Disclaimer: Everything herein is pure invention and shameless lies, it also is a springboard into total pornalicious madness. I think perimenopause had a great influence on my choice to showcase the sociopath from "The Hitcher" as the sexual predator/great lover. It did help that Sean Bean played the title role in the remake. If John Ryder had been a shrivelled freakazoid, I doubt he'd inspire any erotic daydreams.
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Twilight. That was the best time to assess the local females who were rushing to grocery stores and day-care centers before heading home to collapse. Rarely did they notice the rumpled stranger lurking in the shadows, a lean, unshaven man with hawk's eyes. And, of course, he preferred it that way. Like a hunter in a blind, anonymity provided the perfect cover while he watched his quarry and methodically set his trap.
It hadn't been easy choosing his prey from amongst tonight's menu. The little brunette riding shotgun with her college boyfriend was an option, but not quite to his taste. Drunken co-eds and ersatz virgins were only as good as their last squeal. Once they were stripped naked and made to obey, their vanity and lack of experience usually made for a dull encounter. Nothing irked him more than a listless woman in bed.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted the perfect bedfellow, a voluptuous redhead swinging her hips like an invitation. He watched as she left a liquor store and crossed the street to the motel. He followed discreetly, observing as she entered her room and closed the door, trapping her inside. It was an opportunity not to be missed. He sprinted across the street and hid quietly in the bed of a beat-up Silverado. The truck afforded an excellent view of her window, which he enjoyed while patiently waiting for night to fall and his plan to enfold. And what he had in mind for this juicy redhead was so hot, so lurid that he could hardly wait. Glancing at her room number, he laughed to himself. 69, my lucky number!
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Midnight. The town, if one could rightly so call this dusty hamlet, had become as silent as a tomb. In the far distance, traffic from the interstate highway passed without notice and the last of the barflies stumbled out of the saloon, staggering past the motel where, like a spider, he lay in wait.
He didn't have to wait long. She switched off the television and headed for the bathroom. Through the window, he heard the rustle of the shower curtain and water splashing. He leapt from the truck and sidled to the door which he jimmied open with practiced ease. As he suspected, the redhead was in the shower, giving him just enough time to survey the room and plot his next move. Clothes were strewn across an open suitcase. On the nightstand was a cell phone next to a bottle of bourbon. He picked up both, taking a swig from the bottle and crushing the cell phone. Pulling out his knife, he slit the line to the room telephone and ducked behind the faded window draperies.
Within minutes, the shower faucet was silenced and the woman emerged from the bathroom, glistening wet and wrapped in a towel. She sat on the bed with a sigh, languidly combing her long red curls. As she brushed, the towel loosened and slipped off her shapely body. From behind the curtain, his sharp eyes missed nothing, from her heavy, full bosom to the narrow of her waist opening onto lushly rounded hips. All his favorite shapes and sizes, wrapped in a delectable creamy-white skin. I can hardly wait to eat... He closed his knife and pocketed it. As much as he savored slowly cutting off the clothes of his victims, having a beautiful, naked woman virtually handed to him was a rare gift. Once again, his animal instinct was correct. Yeah, tonight's gonna be extra special....
She finished with her hair and turned to place the comb on the nightstand. Sensing an opportunity, he quickly stepped from behind the draperies, seizing her hands and pushing her onto the bed. He threw his body over hers, pinning her arms overhead and clapped his free hand over her mouth. She struggled violently, screaming and writhing under him, but in vain. He held her fast, riding her body as it bucked and twisted, waiting for her stamina to ebb and her bulging, terrified eyes to steady. Within moments, her thrashing stopped and she looked at him with fearful eye.
He smiled and nuzzled her cheek. "If you scream again, killing you will be only one of many things I'll do to you. Understand?"
She nodded. He removed his hand from her mouth, looking past the white, even teeth to her pink tongue which she used to nervously moisten her lips.
"Please don't rape me!" she said hoarsely.
"Rape?" He laughed silently. "I've never forced a woman in my entire life." He paused, slowly looking her over with a lazy hunger. "Never had to."
"Is it money you want? My purse is over there. Take it! Take my wallet, my credit cards..."
He shook his head. "I don't want your.... money," he said with a sly smile.
"You.... you'll let me go?" she asked hesitantly.
"I have no intention of letting you go," he said, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
Her eyes widened. "But... but you said you wouldn't..... force me..."
"That's right," he said, lowering his lips to her throat. He left a burning trail of slow kisses on her neck, kisses which despite her terror, seared her sensitive skin and sent a shock of tingling excitement deep into her body. She squirmed under him, alarmed and confused by her body's animal response.
He drew back, eyes triumphant. "Lady, by the time I'm finished, you'll be begging me to fuck you."
He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs which he looped around the low headboard and fastened around her wrists. With a devilish smile, he clicked them shut. Slowly, torturously he ran his fingertips lightly down the undersides of her arms. Her back stiffened. He scooped both breasts into his hands, kneading them, brushing his thumbs over her hard pink nipples.
He gave them a sharp pinch. "Now you're mine."
She gasped, lush lips parting. He drew his thumb across her bottom lip, pressing it gently deeper into her open mouth. Over the ridge of her teeth it probed, onto her soft wet tongue. He withdrew his thumb slowly and then dragged it across his own tongue.
"Sweet," he sneered. "I want some more."
He took hold of her chin and pressed his mouth to hers, snaking his tongue between her lips. An electric warmth began to pulsate, unbidden, deep between her legs. It both frightened and aroused her. He knew she was vacillating and he relished her uncertainty. He decided to press his case.
Lifting his head, he rolled off her body. "Open your legs."
She drew in a breath. "But,... no, please!"
"Open them," he said firmly. "Open them wide."
She trembled. Closing her eyes and turning her head away, she did as he asked and spread her legs apart.
