Living Room Grapes: A Short Story

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Twenty minutes, thirty minutes the man sat in the Starbuck 's, ordering another coffee, and he scrolled through the images of Lila Ross, then started again. His wandered over her body, and appraised it inch by inch, stopping to linger on the sight of her fingers buried in her dripping pussy before they returned to her face. The fingers of once reached out to trace her jawline, and Mark pressed the pad of his thumb to her neck as he imagined the sensations as he closed his hand around it to cut off her airway, and caused her pussy muscles to clench even tighter around his invading cock would feel. Would she scream or cry, and beg him to stop when he released his grip? Would there be tears stream from her eyes, and would she drop to her knees…show more content…
[i] On your knees, eyes brimming with tears, and my cock shoved down your throat. However, that 's in the future, as first I want you frightened, and looking over your shoulder, not sure who is friend or foe each time you step outside, or walk down the street, scared that every man you pass could potentially be me; your future rapist. Fear, Ms Ross, pure, unadulterated fear. And I 'd also like for you to answer my question; how do you like to be fucked? Or better…show more content…
Ensure the living-room drapes are open tonight when your husband returns home, so that I, can obtain a nice view. Do not even contemplate attempting to find me, as with a high-powered telescope I could be located anywhere within a ten block radius, or revealing our liaison to Tom. Disobey me at your own peril, because, be warned, if you do, these lovely images of you with your fingers in your cunt will be splashed all over the internet by morning, and your husband 's superiors advised that he 's disobeyed protocol and become a lone wolf. How do you think he 'd the great detective would handle a demotion and his wife 's naked body displayed for the entire world to see? Would your marriage survive, Lila. Would Tom? Would you? Is he intelligent enough to capture me, before we reach-end game or do you lack faith in the man you married, and you 'd be prepared to jeopardise his entire career and happiness because you don 't trust his capabilities? If the latter is the case, then maybe what I 'm doing by bringing that to light is a favour to you both. Dubois scanned her message again. It was only short, but displayed no evidence of fear, and neither was it pleading, and he 'd have expected nothing else from a forensic psychologist than a worthy adversary. It was one of the reasons
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