Page 4 of Red

I pick up fresh PJ’s—tank top and shorts—and go to remove my make-up in the bathroom attached. After a quick shower, I’m in my low-to-the-ground platform king bed that definitely appears too large and empty for my short ass.

Once again, while I’m trying to fall asleep, I get this weird, intrusive feeling. As if someone is watching. It’s been ongoing from the moment I moved here, becoming more prevalent eachday, and especially persistent at night. I keep telling myself it’s only my imagination playing tricks in the darkness since I’ve always had an overactive one. Though, it feels very real to me.

It sorta creeps me out, not gonna lie. Living off-grid in my dead grandma’s cottage all alone suddenly doesn’t seem to be a good life choice. Not even dating aFuture Mr. Presidentwannabe eases my mind. What could Dean do anyway? Summon the military because of my delusion?

It’s so stupid of me to entertain the idea. The thought of unknown eyes lingering on my body should make my skin crawl in fear. Instead, it’s the most excitement I’ve felt in months—maybe ever. I catch myself adoring this thrill coursing through my veins like a gentle electric current. Maybe I’m slowly losing my senses? But then again, I haven’t gotten a dick in forever. It must be that.

Definitely need a vibrator.

And a protection dog, just in case.

For now, I let the wild side of my brain take the rein and gallop freely. There’s a captivating energy in the air, and I can swear I’m not alone. My heart skips a beat as awareness prickles at the back of my neck—If I glance toward the windows, will I see a silhouette emerging in thedark?

The rush is amazing, and I start to imagine him. Is he wearing a mask? Or maybe he’s just some demonic entity?

I admit, I’ve been reading too many smutty books lately to take the danger seriously in any adequate way. Instead, all it takes is to immerse in the fantasies of my possible stalker for me to feel a literal heartbeat between my legs and the moisture pooling in my shorts.

Fuck it.

I need to come. I can’t stand it any longer. I’m frustrated, and it’s turning me too snappy to exist amongst this super friendly community that I’m so desperately trying to be a part of—for whatever reason. But I deserve a release, for fuck’s sake! It’s been impossible for me to reach a peak since I arrived here.

Maybe tonight’s the night…

3.

Predator

As I stand in the complete blackness of the night, hidden away from the moonlight by the shadows of the apple trees, an overwhelming wave of guilt crashes over me—a tide forceful enough to pull even a beast like me under.

I know I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching, and each stolen moment I witness adds another layer to the burden I carry. I’m a silent trespasser, invading her solitude with my unwelcome presence, facing no repercussions of my voyeuristic tendencies other than my own self-loathing.

I catch myself in a loop, questioning the morality of my actions as the remorse keeps clawing at my conscience, offering no solace.

What right do I have to linger in the dark and bear witness to the most intimate moments meant only for her?

There’s no help for myself. It’s an addiction, a compulsion that I’m powerless to break free from.The animal in me is much stronger than any of the decency I have left of my humanity.

I continue to spy, unable to tear my eyes away from her body.

Without making any noise, I approach even closer, leaning my palm against the outside frame of her floor-to-ceiling window. She’s lying comfortably in bed on her side, her back towards me, her copper curls scattered on the pillow around. The lights are turned off as she is trying to fall asleep. But my nocturnal vision is excellent, and I can admire the view in her entire glory. The cover sheet is bunched by her side and threaded between her legs as she seems to snuggle to it. Sometimes I think she does this on purpose… Let’s face it—it would be smart of her to at the very least get some curtains in there. Instead, her creamy legs are on full display for me. Her generous thighs and luscious ass cheeks peeking from under her cut-out shorts are enough to send me into frenzy. The things I want to do to her make even myself feel filthy. Oh, I just know she has the softest skin. And she’s so tiny. All humans are to me, but she in particular is petite for a full-grown woman. She’s so deliciously curvy, however. Enough to be able to handleall of me.

Her heady scent is like an enchanted potion created to destroy me, and I indulge in the intoxication. Even through the wall of the house my mouth waters at her sweetness. It’s unlike anything else—nothing will ever compare.

Julia rolls her wide, rounded hips with a sigh. She sometimes does this when dreaming because her body is involuntarily matching the heat of my passion. However, she’s very much aware now, which makes it that much more enthralling for me. She does it again with a little higher gasp. And one more time after that.

Damn, she is not about to…

I clench my jaws to muffle down the growl. The smell of her is getting stronger, and there’s absolutely zero doubt in my mind that she’s aroused.

I immediately reciprocate her mood, feeling how I start to harden, though still tucked away.

She then flips onto her back, covers left by her side. Her legs are spread apart, but her sex is hidden from my sight by the cotton material.Yet, I can see the swells of her large breasts now. Her nipples are beaded, pressing against her tight top, just asking for attention. She runs her little fingers around one and her body shivers.

The pressure against the slit of my sheath gets impossible, and I cannot stop my erection jolting out as it keeps growing.

She slides her right hand under the elastic waistband of her bottoms and arches her back as a soft moan escapes her parted lips. I watch how her fingers work below the fabric, secretly wishing she would take them off so I could see her better.

No, that’s a terrible idea, actually. One look at her little wet cunt, and I would simply rip this damn door off the hinges to get inside and take her as mine, making her scream my name out loud in ecstasy. Frankly, in her current state, I don’t think she would mind all that much.

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