Disclaimer: This is pure fantasy and does not reflect real life, in which this would be a heinous thing to do to someone and a crime. Enjoy and read this within the realm of fantasy in which it resides.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Naomi sat alone on her comforter, nursing a cup of tea as the raindrops pattered against the windowsill. It had been a long and arduous day at work. It wasn't easy working in design, but it for sure was fulfilling. The lamp beside her illuminated her gorgeous features. Her skin a deep caramel color, eyes honey brown and full sexy lips that seemed etched into a permanent pout.
Suddenly lightning struck and her body jumped back a bit in surprise. Her pressed hair falling in long dark tresses against her shoulders. That was not the only thing that took her by surprise. The sudden light had shown a dark silhouette against the window. She chided herself, assuming that she must be seeing things. She took another sip of tea and returned to her paperback.
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I first saw her in the electronics store. Her long shapely legs glided past me. How beautiful she was, with her shapely yet naturally curvy figure. She was tall for a woman, seemed about 5'8. I desired her like mad from the moment she opened her beautiful lips to speak to the cashier. That velvety sing-song voice was what did it most of all.
God that voice, I needed to hear that voice again, but before I knew it, she was gone. My cock was obnoxiously hard, her hair was so fucking sexy. I imagined running my fingers through those sexy afro curls, it looked so fucking soft.
I watched her for weeks.
I watched her buy her groceries, I watched as she dealt with her asshole boyfriend. He beat on her, threatened her. She was too scared to leave. I knew he'd be trouble, so of course I'd take care of him. I imagined how good it would feel to crush his windpipe beneath my hands. To see her look of gratitude, to be her hero.
Of course, I knew this would never happen. No, because I am not the good guy. Nor do I want to be. All I want is to slide my hard cock inside of her dripping wet pussy and make her scream. I need to possess her, to make her my slut who would in time plead for my cock.
So, I waited, I waited, and waited. Until eventually I found the opening.
It was dark and stormy, and her boyfriend was away to get drunk and fuck whores. I knew from watching their patterns that he wouldn't be back for days. This was my chance.
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She felt warmth pooling downwards. there was this intangible feeling in the air. Like something bad was about to happen. She'd noticed the man, who she randomly saw too often for it to be a coincidence. She had no idea what he looked like as she always saw him from afar, it was his overall size and frame that clued her into the idea that she just might be watched.
At first it creeped her out, but over time it started to turn her on. How deeply this man seemed to want her, seemed to need her. She never expected things to escalate like it did.
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