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After wetting my fingers in her pussy juice, I eased them all the way into her. “I have to prepare you for my meat, as tight as you are, my shit might tear you…” She fucking whimpered in her throat.

I used my fingers to fuck her to readiness...

Women find this sexy?!

This is like a horror novel. Jesus wept.

I’d taken to going to the local school to watch her watch her kid play. The more I saw, the more I wanted her, and the harder it was becoming to walk away each night. Do women read this and get turned on? Because I am frightened. This is my nightmare scenario.

I watched until they pulled out of the lot, never knowing that they were in my scope. That was something I was going to have to teach her in the near future.
My baby wasn’t as aware of her surroundings as I’d like her to be. But that will come; first I have to empty myself inside her about three or four times to ease this ache that she’d started in me.

Holy. Shit.

I was about to get out and go to her, but just then they headed for their cars. I guess tonight was a pizza night. I’d noticed their little ritual in the last two and a half weeks. Oh, look. The stalking has come super early. I'm so happy.

“It means he’s gonna put it on ya and if there’s any justice in the world he’d be built like a dinosaur.”

“No, I was remembering that day when he, you know…” My face was neon red. “Oh you mean the day he gave you wet coochie without even touching it?” This is for real. These are written words. Written. Words.

Even now my body trembled as I recalled the look he’d given me that day when I’d turned around to see who was sniffing me. He’d looked into my very soul with that stare and my body had gone weak. Oh. My. God. Seriously? Seriously. Seriously?

Because sometimes I need something really WRONG to make other things seem right.