I find her portrayed a lot in my stories and I find her tale strangely romantic and alluring that although she is a strong and defiant woman she finds herself at his mercy and becomes completely devoted to this man, a total stranger who has taken her freedom from her. (By the way, look out for a film called "The story of 'O'"I was captivated by it when I was in my early teens and came across it late one night on TV)
So when I walk down a street and I hear footsteps behind me, my heart starts to race, my nerves begin to tingle and scenes present themselves into my mind. Perhaps if I walk down this alley way ... or I walk alone one night? Surely I wouldn't want that... right? (Now please gents, don't get any ideas, I may fantasize about it but I love my boyfriend very much and I know it would be nothing like the romantic little stories I have in my head) But still I can't help imagining ...
'I turn right to cut through the park. Fear making my breath hurt in my chest. I can still hear him behind me almost imagine his breath on my neck. Don't look back, don't let him know, that you know he is following you. Just another couple of hundred yards and you'll be home safe. Fear pushes me on. I am sure that if I just turn around he will be right there, a step behind me, I break into a run and he gives chase as I stumble on vines and weeds in between the trees of the parks very own little woodland. The adrenaline pulsing through my veins, my every sense alert for his whereabouts... 'Have I lost him?' my mind asks. Not thinking, I stop for a second to catch my breath and turn to...'
'I climb onto a packed train; there is no room to breathe, claustrophobia closing in around me. I can't see anything but male bodies still suited from the busy day in the city. The train jolts, bodies jostle against me and I find myself rammed in against the wall of the train. I can't see anything and the occasional hand brushes across my thigh, almost accidentally at first but when I don't... can't react they become bolder, braver, groping at my breasts and cupping my arse. My moans and complaints just notify more men around me and instead of coming to my aid they join in too, probing fingers into my pussy, feeling my tits and groping my arse. Someone removes my knickers and is licking my now dripping cunt. There is a mouth attached to my breast, biting and teasing my hard nipples. I am pushed to my knees where I am forced to suck their cocks, a hand gripping my hair to make sure that I suck hard enough, deep enough. Someone's prick is pressed up against my pussy, teasing at the entrance, testing the owners resolve to not just thrust it straight in and fuck me senseless. Another probes my arsehole and I am helpless to resist as they take their turns to fuck me and cum in my pussy and over my face. Eventually they leave me alone, sticky, exhausted, dazed and confused.'
And now as I am writing this my pussy drips and throbs for a fucking. My nipples are hard and sensitive and I am absently sucking one finger ...... hmmm my hand is reaching down to find my clit... I think this will be a good one.
