| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: A Convict in the Night (1/4) |
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There was a stir in the night. A dark shadow slipped silently through a small window of a white Victorian home. Leslie, who was a beautiful young woman in her mid twenties had purchased the home four years ago. Although the home was a little too big for her alone, she had enjoyed the Victorian view. Others had warned her about the dangers of being a lone and recently a criminal had escaped from prison. She assured her friends she would be fine as she had everything locked at night. As the dark shadow stepped into the room, he stopped to let his eyes adjust to the dark. There were a lot of valuables he could take but that is not why he was here. He looked around trying to find the one room he wanted to see. He decided to walk through the mansion and walked through the little maze of the house. Leslie had woken up worried and scared. Somehow she thought that she had heard something in the house. As she held the covers against her body, she considered calling the police. However she reconsidered as she wondered what the police might say. He house was to be one of the best protected homes in town. She took the courage and slipped into her slippers. Slowly she walked to the door and listened. It was quiet; there was nothing there to hear. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. “Hallo?” she almost whispered. Nobody answered as she had hoped. She sighed, leaned against the wall and giggled. She couldn’t believe she was so dumb enough to believe that someone would be in her high secure home. As she turned around and went back into her room, the dark shadow grabbed her throwing her on the bed. She turned around and tried to move more onto the bed. As she tried to adjust to the dark she wondered what the stranger wanted. Was he going to hurt her, rape or kill her? She couldn’t think straight as she tried to think what to do next. The dark shadow came closer, leaning over her. “Don’t be afraid,” he said softly, “I won’t hurt you”. As she tried to focus on the man in the room, the smell of his cologne turned her on. She started feeling the warmth between her thighs but fear took over as he stroked her face. He then turned to the little lamp that was located on the nightstand and turned it on. She moved back not believing what she saw. There in her room was Richard, the convict that had escaped prison. Why had he chosen her home? Why not someone else who had more to offer to him. Both stared at each other in dumbfound. Somehow both of them didn’t know how to react, even act toward each other. After what seemed hours, Richard started to talk. “Don’t be afraid,” he said once again, “I won’t hurt you”. “How do I know you are speaking the truth?” Leslie asked. “Just take my word for it. If I had been here to hurt you, I would already have done so.” Leslie looked at Richard and moved her eyes over his body. He slowly removed the cap and trench coat he was wearing. He was even more beautiful then portrait on television. At 6’2” he looked tall and Leslie seemed to have to look up onto him. What really stood out was his brown eyes |
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nice i enjoyed this one...
