She looked so good in that little black skirt, and I desperately wanted to rip that white shirt wide open. My desire for her is overwhelming, I may have to keep her for a while to play. I bite my lip as I start my routine of attempting to get into her apartment. She's definitely the smartest and most paranoid of my girls, but the minute I set my eyes on Aria Rose Blackwell, I had to have her. I find the loose latch on her window and raise it with only minimal difficulties, and make my way inside. The apartment is small, but bright; just like my Aria. The walls in her living room a bright spring green, her kitchen a sunshine yellow, flowers decorated her kitchen table in a big glass vase, right now she had an array of roses, lilies, and daisies, but they changed as they died. I touched a rose petal tenderly for a moment enjoying her warmth, it surrounded me even here in the silence and stillness of the empty apartment. I head upstairs, her bedroom door slightly open. I can still smell the sweet scent of her perfume as it lingered in the air, I make my way into the bathroom first, resisting the overwhelming urge to search her drawers right away.
Her bathroom is an ocean blue and reminds me of a tropical oasis, right down to the Aruba Coconut lotion on her sink. She always smelt sweet, her natural scent amazed and tantalized me, making it hard to focus. I shake my head clearing away the idea of taking her tonight, the time had to be exact or I would mess everything up. Finally, I allow myself to invade her most intimate of places. I go into the bedroom and look around, still bright like the rest of the house, but this room is darkened both by the deep red curtains on her window and the canopy overtop her bed. I avoid that spot at all costs, if I lay near her pillow too long her scent will drive me insane.. I go to her dresser and search through it, finding a pair of lacy white thongs and a matching bra I take them both and make my leave, knowing if I didn't I would risk not leaving at all. However, I didn't forget her little present. I left her a long stem black rose on her doorstep with a note that read, "Soon" and disappeared
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My Last Breath Chapter 1
HorrorThe day was cold, wet, and just all together dreary. The thunder cracked and lightning streaked the sky at odd intervals, I was on my way to class, Psychology 1 my very first of a busy day. I hurried down the rain slicked street, my jacket soaked th...
