You lay in bed, unable to sleep as you hear, or imagine you hear, something downstairs. It's been like this for days now, afraid that a chat partner has gone too far. Nervously aroused by the thought, but scared as well. Fantasy is all well and good, but you're not sure you want to experience this in real life. A light sheen of sweat has your simple white T-shirt sticking to you, while your soft white cotton panties have a small wet spot as well. You roll over, your sheets a jumble, trying to go to sleep.
It all started a couple weeks ago, you were horny and as usual you posted asking for people to chat with you. As usual, the lit crowd did not disappoint; multiple horny men and women messaged you. A few talked of taking you roughly, bent over your sofa as you prompted. You probably came eight or more times egging them on to fuck you despite your protests.
You've always enjoyed rape fantasies, but that night was even more intense. All shame you've felt in the past was overcome by the intense arousal you felt being used. Knowing they found you so attractive that they can't control themselves just drove you nuts. It was an amazing time, the best you'd had on literotica in a while.
As you drifted off to sleep contently that night you got an anonymous message; it said simply "I know where you live". You panic, immediately awake you turned on all the lights and double checked all your doors and windows are locked... The whole time nervously aroused, unsure how you feel about this.
Over a week later you are still disturbed by this simple message. You tried to find out who sent it, but they used a bullshit burner account. You have kept a low profile online, checking messages, but not posting or replying. You are too embarrassed to talk to anyone of your local friends, they don't know about your online persona.
Meanwhile, you've also been secretly hoping, wondering if you've made someone so aroused, teased them so hard, that they just have to have you... You've masturbated to these thoughts twice, and it's helped you sleep. You've tried to see if anyone is following or watching you, but you can't really tell. Especially when you dress like a slut like you enjoy doing, just today there were at least a dozen men who checked you out. Could it be one of them?
So you lie in bed tonight, nervously wondering if those sounds of soft footfalls coming up your steps are real or imagined. Not sure which you prefer, wondering which of your followers you've pushed the hardest... Convincing yourself it's just your imagination you fall into a fitful sleep...
