Written by DeeBee

Fact
07 Jan 2017


She lay with her eyes closed and could hear the echo of the creepy crawly in the background and the sound of water lapping at the sides of the pool. The distant hum of lawn mowers reminding her of the smell of newly mowed lawns and the scents of flowers forming a bouquet of fragrances for her to enjoy, she too, could hear the whistle of the wind and the gentle breeze causing the leaves to rustle in the trees around her, yet she did not hear but rather sensed the presence of another, the warmth of the sun on her bare back only a few moments ago replaced with an icy cold chill …

Although momentarily confused, she tries to react but her head is suddenly forced back into the cushion, held firmly in place by a vice like grip around the back of her neck and a stocking ball forced into her mouth making it even harder for her to breath, a silk hood is placed over her head whilst still been held down, and he runs his hand over her now covered face and over her open mouth, outlining her lips with his thumb …

Taking an ice block from her drink, he runs it up and down her back, she feels the melted water run down her sides and the breeze causes her to shiver, gently turning her over, he exposes her naked breasts, and for a moment she can feel him staring at her, she can hear that his breathing too has changed and as he lifts her up and carries her indoors the scent of him stimulates her, causing her nipples to tingle in an act of betrayal …

Placing her face down on the bed, he runs his hand beneath the hood once again, over her lips and throat, speaking softly he asks her to nod her head in agreement that she will not scream, she can feel the strength in his hands as she nods as he removes the silk stocking ball from her mouth, she wants to cry but bits her lip instead unable to stop the tears from running down her cheeks as he immediately kisses her through the silk hood …

With the silk hood still over her head, she starts trembling as he yanks at her panties, roughly ripping them off, yet parts her legs gently with his knee, as if not wanting to hurt her nor leave any marks and whilst holding her wrists above her head he whispers “I am going to enter you now, slowly, gently and savouring the sensation of my skin being stretched back” …

She couldn’t think, she was stunned and was beginning to feel feint, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears and she sensed a sudden urgency about him, the first slow dry excruciating, painful, almost beautiful "gentle" thrust, was deep and hard and she wanted to moan out in pain but refused to give him the satisfaction, she vowed that she would not give him the pleasure of receiving any kind of response from her … (Work In Progress – To Be Continued)


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