She - Sex Stories

She

She loved to run at Night. Stretching before leaving the house, after the ritual of brushing her hair before pulling it up into a tight ponytail, her housekey dangles from her wrist as almost an afterthought. tunes are good for the soul, she thinks her mind far away as sneakers tap moist pavement, the lights of homes dimly lit this very close to midnight her work of breathing increases, chest rises and falls with a mild burning a sheen of salty sweetness is visible on her calves and arms she admires this new part of herself round the next block, she pushes herself faster, her feet and breath almost louder than her music, Blutengel blares in her conscious mind, endorphins cutting into her muscles, a new feeling she is just beginning to enjoy, when a truck rolls up beside her, scaring her, without lights on annoyed, she glances through the window, which is only wound down partway but her eyes are well adjusted to the darkness, and she catches a sliver of light across a blade tearing her earbuds away, the one inside says You better run a parasympathetic response triggers the ipod hits the ground, her breath catches in her throat and she turns, fully sprinting as fast as she can towards the trees. the truck guns it behind her, but quickly stops, her fresh pursuer taking to feet she feels him behind her before she sees him, but her heart is pounding in her ears, unable to distinguish his feet on the ground from her own sounds of fear he is closer, gaining ground, she belts ...

... herself against a tree that's rapidly approaching turning to face him, she thrusts a fist towards neck but he is faster, anticipating her moves a hand finds her throat instead, firm grip but not deadly, enough to allow her spastic breaths to freely rise her chest again and again he smells her fear, and he sniffs it from her watching her non-blinking eyes he pushes her down with his body her fear becoming hot anger now, her fingers holding his arm at her throat clawing, cutting he pushes her onto her ass, hitting the damp earth hard, she tries kicking but his legs dominate her own, his free arm rips her top off easily, her eyes widen with shock a smile slips across his once stoic features, the knife rises from his belt, it shines in front of her face a moment please don't i told you to run he pushes her down, her hate stronger than her embarrassment and fear, she screams and curses, his weight over her ready to take her his knife display had worked, his blade now prepared against her throat he pulls her shorts away, exposing her to the cool air and night she tries to twist and fight it she knows it's only making him more excited more carnal he overpowers her pushing into her fully, one rapid quick thrust her back arches, lifting her hips off the ground his teeth find a breast, her body caves, he sinks the knife down into the earth beside her face, she turns her head to look at it, gleaming in the moonlight his hands find hair and locks it around his strong fingers her legs wrap ...