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"Shall we play a game sweetheart?"
He continues with a sinister smirk on his face, "It's called red light, green light, and if it's red light no matter whatever I do you are not going to move.", he pauses, his hot breathe hitting her face, he co...
He watches her through the window of his dark apartment, his jaw clenched tightly. Every movement she makes ever so seductively in front of her own window captivates him, his eyes never wavering. Does she know the effect she has on him? Is she doing this purposely? He wonders, his mind racing with possibilities. The tension within him builds as he contemplates her intentions, his fascination with her growing with each passing moment.
Meanwhile,
Her body trembles in excitement she knows he is watching her again, his gloomy presence resonates through his dark apartment, even though she has never seen him nor she knows him, but it's a feeling she gets, and that excites her, it's not the first time she has caught him staring at her or her body? maybe the latter, yet she doesn't want it to stop.
Something must be wrong with her, she wonders, who the fuck gets excited over a strange man staring at your body? Not a normal person, she thinks, but the thought of it itself is so terrifying and exciting for her, who is this man? What if it's a stupid teenage boy or a hot rich man in his 40s? Or a man with a healthy ass relationship? pathetic. Well who knows.
She is here at it again, in dim lights of her apartment, wearing her thin little silk pajamas, embedded with slight lace at the bottom hem of the dress as it reaches just below her arse, her windows open as the cold night breeze strikes her body, her nipples poking out through the thin fabric as they get hit by the chill air of the dark night, pretending to clean her house as she bends over purposely, she knows he is here again..
Swaying her body through the sentimental music that she is playing in her apartment, humming along the artist, her strip of the nightgown slips down her shoulder, she smirks slightly, exposing her beautiful cleavage, she continues to use the vaccum on the floor, her long black hair falls on her delicate features, disturbing her from her work tsk as she ties it back by gathering all her hair at once creating a messy bun, small strands of her hair falling on her face, it's just a simple scene of her tieing her hair right?
Not for him, he watches her tieing her hair, her beautiful dark hair contrasting with her skin, oh those stupid hair he wishes to grab on them while fucking her, her silk dress oh that fucking silk dress he wants to tear it off that body, fuck those soft perky breasts, he wants to dig his nails on her soft bossoms, the way she bends over makes him want to take her right there, he doesn't even know her, who is she?, it's been a month he moved in, and this girl is intoxicating his mind with all the sinister things he can ever imagine, once he gets his hand on her, he is going to make sure she sees his hell.
He places a cigarette between the pads of his soft lips, drawing in a deep breath and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. His eyes remain fixed on her, his new little obsession, a soft smirk spreading across his ethereal features. The smoky haze around him adds to his mysterious allure as he grunts, a sound filled with both satisfaction and longing as he mumbles...
"Oh my little rose."
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