Dany sighed heavily as she paced around her apartment. Here she was yet again on a Friday night with absolute nothing to do. She was bored, lonely, and, most of all, horny. If this wasn't rock bottom, she didn't know what was. She didn't understand it. She was young, fairly attractive, and had the kind of personality that could light up a room, but she'd had zero luck in the dating department. This wasn't what she had envisioned her life to be when she'd decided to move to New York City and get a job in marketing and public relations.
Sure, she had met and dated a few guys since she had moved here, but the relationships had eventually fizzled out, mostly due to her inability of expressing what she truly wanted. They had all been nice guys, the type she would be proud to bring home to her parents. They were romantic, loving, and kind to her, both in their relationship and in the bedroom, and perhaps that was the crux of the problem. She wanted someone to be rough with her. Slap her ass, pin her arms behind her head, yank her hair; she wanted to be used. Instead, they made love to her slowly, cherishing each slope and curve of her body. She never came once, usually sneaking into the bathroom after they fell asleep to feel the wetness between her legs, fuck herself with three fingers, and pretend someone else was in the bathroom with her.
She kept her secret desires hidden, only letting them out at night when she was alone, eyes glued to her computer screen and hands shoved down her panties. The things she was interested in shamed her and sometimes she wondered if something was wrong with her for having such dark and naughty thoughts. She loved the thought of being tied up and used, her hands and feet bound with rope while being fucked hard in every position possible. She loved the idea of somebody watching her getting fucked, the thrill of being caught and watched only second to the thrill of she, herself, watching someone or multiple people in the throes of fucking. She loved edging, countless hours of being on the cusp of completion, only to be forced into orgasm by an unrelenting partner, forcing her from one orgasm into the next with no reprieve. She loved many, many things and wished for a partner to explore these things with. Unable to find one, Dany found herself aching and lonely.
She had been living in New York for a couple of months now and had finally settled into her apartment, a charming but small space. She got a good discount on it due to the crack in her bedroom wall, near the floor. Apparently the previous owner had scraped it moving his bed frame and neither he nor the neighbor bothered fixing it. Dany added it to the long list of things she had to do.
Exhausted from her long day and realizing that nothing of interest was going to magically present itself, she decided to turn in for the night. She eased her naked body between the crisp, cool sheets, having long ago gotten into the habit of sleeping nude as she found that she slept more comfortably without pajamas constricting her body. She pulled her laptop from the nightstand and onto her bed, along with her favorite vibrating dildo, but before she could even log on, she heard them.
"Fuck," someone whimpered. Dany's heart raced. Her knees shook. An electric pulse of energy shot straight to her core, and she felt herself growing wet.
"More. Fuck me. Harder!"
There was the unmistakable sound of skin slapping together. Dany frantically looked around the room. She looked out of her bedroom window. Nothing. Sitting back on her bed, she felt her nipples harden and bit back a moan. She was like an animal, listening for any sounds of her prey. She followed the wild moans and grunts, which led her to the crack in her wall.
Her heart pounded even more. Was she really going to do this? This was creepy, even for her. But the woman sounded like she was getting fucked so well and dammit if she didn't want to see it.
Dany pulled her comforter from her bed and pooled it near the crack in the wall, wanting to get comfortable. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought. She peered into the crack.
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RomansaDaenerys Targaryen fantasizes about rough, kinky sex and the thrill of getting caught in public. The last thing she needs is another boring, nice guy who's just as boring in the bedroom. Her next-door neighbor, Jon Snow, is the handsome, quiet type...