This is a story written in second person. My goal in this story is to let your imagination do most of the writing. There aren't many specifics and not much dialogue. I truly want your mind to make this story everything it can be. If one reader loves this story, then there will be a part 2. Hope you enjoy. Don't forget to breathe.
So there you are, standing in your kitchen. It's a warm day and there is a nice breeze throughout your living space. It's a weekend and you are in the process of making yourself some lunch. You're wearing comfortable clothes. A white tank top and some short gym shorts. You didn't even bother to put on any type of underwear today. You wanted to spend the day reading or maybe netflixing. You just needed a day to yourself. Unexpectedly, this day turned out to be one of the most memorable days of your life.
You grab your plate you made your lunch on and turn to walk back to your living room. That's when you see me. I'm standing in your kitchen, just watching you. You gasp as you see me and drop your plate. You don't know if you have ever seen me before, but I do look familiar. I'm wearing a nice pair of jeans with a grey button up shirt. You stare in fear at a stranger in your home. Although you are terrified, you can't help but lust. I'm the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. You know this just from the second long stare.
Without saying a word I walk over to you. You are frozen in shock and fear. I get within inches of you as you begin to breathe heavily. I lean down to you and exhale directly on your neck. You shiver in fear and excitement. All of the sudden you realize what is happening and come to your senses. A stranger is in your home inches away from you. What are you doing? You need to get away.
Without realizing my hand has made its way onto your back.Your first instinct is to just escape the situation. You attempt to make a run for it, but you only make it a millimeter and then my hand grabs your hair. I pull back with an intense force. You're now looking directly at the ceiling as I have your head tilted all the way back. You frantically try to escape. You hit me anywhere you can as you wave your hands panically around trying to grab me. I put my hand directly on your neck and begin to choke you. I lift you up by the neck and carry you through your kitchen. You keep trying to grab me, but I'm just out of the reach of your arms. All you can do is scratch at my hand and arm trying to break free.
I carry you over to the nearest table and forcefully sit your ass right up against it. Within seconds my hand is off your throat and you are turned around. I force you to bend over the table. The left side of your face is pushed against the surface. My hand is on the back of your neck forcing you down. Your breasts are tight against the table as well as your stomach. The table ends right at your belly button and your ass is sticking out from the table with your feet planted on the ground. A couple more seconds pass as I get directly behind you. You can feel my growing member pushing up against your ass as I grab both of your arms and put them behind your back. Your wrists are crossed as I pull out a zip tie from my back pocket.
Just like that you are now handcuffed while firmly bent across your table. I instantly reach for your shorts and attempt to pull them down but you start to kick at me. I then reach my hand back and spank you hard. You let out a loud yell. Before you inhale I spank you again. No sound comes out as your mouth is just hanging open. I keep spanking you at an intense rate. Your body pushing forward with every strike. It seems like a good 12 or 15 slaps to your ass before I stop. I attempt to pull your shorts down again, but you still insist to try and fight me off. You hear me grunt in displeasure as I wrap my right leg around yours holding them tightly together. My left hand still on your back pushing you down to the table. You have your head lifted trying to look back at me. I reach into my pocket with my right hand and pull out a knife. An instant fear for your life sets in as I flip out the blade.