***WARNING***
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
The Familiar Stranger
My boyfriend, Tad, of three years
recently went on a business trip to Chicago
The evening of our anniversary, I
spent relaxing. I lit several vanilla scented votive candles and set them
around the bathtub then drew myself a hot steamy bath. As the tub filled, I plucked the petals from some
of the roses and dropped them, letting their soft velvety surface soak into the
water releasing their essence. I added a
few drops of body oil to transform the aromatic atmosphere into one that was
sensual.
I disrobe –taking off each layer of
clothing, imagining myself to be one of the roses I had stripped of its petals,
ready to enter the water and release my essence. I climb into the bath and lower myself slowly,
giving my body time to adjust to the change in temperature. Once in, I lay my head back on an inflatable
tub pillow and let the rose and oil mixture permeate my pores. When I am relaxed, I find it much easier to touch myself, and so I do.
I spread my legs and put my feet
up, out of the water, onto the edges of the bathtub. Massing the oil into my breasts, I caress them
for a few minutes, then move my hands to my forbidden garden, and let my
fingers play among the terrain. It doesn’t take long for me to harvest the
garden and drift off into sleep.
I don’t know how long I sleep, but
a cold draft chills the parts of my body that are exposed to the air, and I
wake. It takes a moment for my eyes to
focus on the candle light, which has almost burned down all of the wax –the
first candle I lit has consumed itself.
I sit up in the tub to blow out the rest when another cold breeze wafts
across my back. As I look to the
bathroom door it is wide open –not as I had left it, and there is a large male
form in perfect silhouette standing in the room with me. I am speechless in terror.
“Get out of the water.” He whispers, and I comply. I stand on the bathmat dripping wet and the
fading candle light reflects off of my naked body.
“My purse is in the kitchen...I
don’t have much jewelry. I–”
“I didn’t come to here to rob
you.” My heart begins to race. The man, who towers above me, grabs my arm and
pulls me out of the bathroom and shoves me up against the wall. He presses his body up against me, and I feel
his erect penis on my skin. The stubble on his face brushes against my cheek,
and I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, “I came here to @#$% you.”
I inhale deeply and I smell a scent
which is clearly familiar –Taboo for Men.
The stranger’s words are immediately followed by a gentle kiss on my
neck. “Tad?” I whisper as I exhale a sigh of relief.
He lifts me up over one shoulder
and heads straight for my bedroom where he throws me onto the bed. The bedroom window is open and the crisp
night air joins us. The room is completely
darkened –even the closet light I keep on as a makeshift night light is
extinguished. I hear the sound of hands
fidgeting with paper –a condom wrapper.
He pins me to the bed and feel him
enter –like a warm rod, heating me from the inside out. The oil from the bath allows him to slide in
again and again, and I welcome him without resistance. His hands shift to my legs spreading them
further apart and he penetrates me deeply.
I rub my clit which helps me to orgasm.
He finishes and gets up. I fall
asleep before Tad makes it back to bed.
The next morning the phone rings
–its Tad. “Where are you?” I ask as I am roused out of sleep, still
reeling from my late night visit.
“I’m sorry to wake you, but I’m
still at the airport…my flight was delayed, and I won’t be home until
tonight.” I roll over in bed, and notice
that the window wasn’t left opened, it was broken into –there are shards of
glass below it. I sit up in bed and read
the message written in lipstick on my mirror: Happy Anniversary.
Day 234: Wednesday August 8th, 2012
Designer: Sbicca
Name: Candice
Color White
Style: Platform Wedge Sandal
Heel: 4 inches (10.16 cm), Platform: 0.75 inches (1.91 cm)
Material: Leather upper with knotted-cross strap design, contrast colored stitching and rubber wrapped wedge.
Beautiful in any color;
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