Its funny how fate is sometimes, you know? One minute I was your average college student, halfway through my four years, and the next... Well, maybe I should start from the beginning.
Amanda stood before the window, staring out at the rainy day afternoon, absently chewing on her bottom lip as she watched the gray sky. She could see the dim reflection of herself in the water spotted glass but paid it little attention. At twenty, she was average height, standing five foot, four inches in bare feet. Her body was curved and a bit of an embarrassment for her with the full figure. Oh, she was happy with herself, mind you, but having been the chubby girl all through high school she always found it hard to believe guys might actually find her attractive. After a sniff, she gave way to the hopes that the rain would clear up and turned back to the bright computer screen, several windows flashing to indicate people had messaged her while she had been daydreaming. As a result to her outcast years in high school, Amanda had taken up internet role playing, indulging in sexual fantasies and fetishes along with the average quest and romantic storylines. Right now, her partner in crime, xlx_dirty_dreamer_xlx, had written a response to her opening post. The writer, which she assumed to be male but played both men and women, was always good for indulging her fantasies and this day it was no different. Curling up in the big soft chair, Amanda pulled the roller tray closer, which held her laptop.
'The leopard watched in silence as the girl searched blindly in the dark, its hot cock slowly sliding from its sheath, sticky with precum. It growled, smelling the pheromones of frightened girl, before making its way towards her.'
Amanda paused, her face already flushed with the idea of what was coming in the story. She could feel the press of her pink bikini briefs already begin to soak with her arousal. She loved playing the innocent girl victim to the ravaging of beast and monster alike. Hurriedly she slid from her seat and went to her bedroom door, making sure the lock was in place. Living with a father who worked around the clock had a lot of perks but she was always afraid he'd walk in one day while she was masturbating. After the lock she shucked off the t-shirt and shorts, followed by her soaked panties and cotton bra, tugging the ponytail holder from her shoulder length blonde hair. Absently she rubbed her 38D breasts before sliding her hands down her slightly rounded stomach to touch the bare lips of her pussy. She loved the feel of puffy lips and often played with herself if no one was around. She glanced at herself in the floor length mirror on her closet door, noting how her thigh squeezed together, as if to bar her fingers entrance as she slipped a finger in to tease her clit. With a soft whimper, Amanda ran back to the chair and sat down, her legs crossing to put pressure on her clit as she continued reading.
