The soft, comforting sound of crickets fill the warm summer night. Heart beating heavily in your chest as the images remain etched in your mind. Pajamas damp with sweat. Panties damper with desire.
The stranger's presence is gone but his power still lingers.
His distinct masculine scent.
His undeniable control.
His insatiable lust.
His visits growing more frequent.
Tonight in an abandoned old farm house.
His power drew you to him.
Walking slowly, deliberately you entered the hallway. Your footsteps the only sound in the empty building
Each step, bringing you closer to the presence you feel but cannot see
Then, suddenly, a hand covers your mouth. Another wrapped around you, pulling you in.
You struggle but quickly acknowledge the futility.
His words whispered directly into your ear.
"That's my girl. Give me a little fight."
Anticipation builds like the climb up the first hill of a rollercoaster. Heart pounding. Ears ringing. A growing tingle in your stomach
The exact details of what happens next are unclear but you find yourself immobilized. You feel a scratchy beard brushing up against your thighs and a moist mouth giving you incredible pleasure.
The scene is taboo which makes it so much more enticing.
He denies your orgasm over and over. Bringing you right to the brink before warning you to not dare. The cruelty angers you but you have submitted to his authority long ago.
His face is never clear but somehow you know him.
The inevitable penetration is rough and deep. Powerful thrusts clearing your mind of all cognition.
At sone point, he allows your release.
The orgasms come quickly and powerfully. One after another. The faceless intruder gives you intense pleasure with each nightly visit.
Each visitation is different. Exploring the deepest fantasies you've learned to bury.
He is the catalyst for exploration. Your pounding heart and soaked panties acknowledging his understanding of the needs you harbor deep inside