Zinnia
My stalker trails his index finger from my leg, up my thighs, brushing momentarily at my centre and up to my breast. He grabbed my left boobs and squeezed it hard, then pinched my n*****s, letting it go with a slap.
His touch left crackles of fire in my skin which ignited as soon as he grabbed my neck and squeezed it hard.
The fact that I enjoyed how he rough handled made me question my Sanity. The fact that I moaned at his every touch, made me ashamed, yet, I couldn't stop the rain that was gradually pulling in between my legs.
Every thought I had about escaping was down the drain. Now, the only thing I could think of, was if he would leave me wanting like he did the last time.
"Look at you, my little flower. Look at how you squirm at my every touch. You love this, don't you?
