The Hit Man by Suzanne Steele, Mayhem Cover Creations, Gypsy Heart Editing, Corey Amador Page B
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peaches and cream complexion. No lipstick was on the plump, full, naturally bright pink lips that I could envision wrapped around my cock. This woman was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She didn’t know it yet—but she was mine…
Chapter Two
Laura
I squirmed in my seat as I got organized with everything I would need for my voyeuristic meanderings. I had a comfortable leather recliner, which was positioned where I could get the best view. When I had purchased it online and had it delivered, I purposely had it placed in this very spot for just that reason. I chuckled as I thought of what the burly man with the plumbers crack would have thought if he knew the plans I had for this chair.
Hundreds of condominiums in the high-rise building situated directly opposite of mine were far enough away for me not to be discovered, yet close enough to give me an intimate view of my neighbors’ lives. I knew detailed secrets about these strangers. Hidden nuggets of knowledge that their own families didn’t know—intimate, embarrassing, shameful details of their lives that they would be horrified and mortified to think were public knowledge. I reveled in the power and control that it gave me.
I scanned the residences with my high powered binoculars, catching glimpses of familiar faces, bodies, decor and living spaces that each person possessed and inhabited. I stopped when I viewed the habitation of one of my favorites that housed a type of dungeon of sorts within its walls. It appeared that the couple was heavy at play tonight and I felt my lower abdomen clench in anticipation.
I watched, in a trance, as her husband grabbed a fistful of hair and growled words that I could only imagine in her ear. She was held captive on a wooden device that looked like a large x. Her wrists were bound above her head and her ankles were strapped to the lower half of the x leaving her legs spread open and her at the mercy of her husband. The look on her face stated so much more than the words that I was unable to hear could. I felt myself flinch with her when he jerked at the fistful of hair he held tightly within his grasp. Her mouth opened as if she was agonized and her eyes begged him for release. This was not a woman who was being subjected to any form of abuse. No, this was a woman who was enjoying the dark side of her innate sexual desires.
I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs as I viewed him talking in her ear. Oh what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall right now. My hand slid down between my legs and into the dainty cotton underwear I wore. I continued to watch—holding the binoculars with one hand as my other hand swirled over my now engorged wet nub.
I watched him release her legs as his cock jutted out demanding attention. Her arms remained subdued above her head. He wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust up into her. His hands fisted in her hair on both sides of her head—as he mercilessly pumped away at her insides. I noted how his ass tightened and indented at his hips with each thrust and it made me crave being fucked roughly, violently—not made love to, but fucked in a primal fashion. I wanted what she had—I wanted to experience being taken by a man I could trust. It was a fantasy though, nothing more than a fantasy. It was something I had never experienced, and probably never would, so I lived vicariously through a couple that had no idea I even existed. My finger moved faster as my legs tightened and I knew my release was close—so very close. As if on cue, my body convulsed at the same time that the couple fell into each other sated.
Though I was physically satisfied, I missed the connection that came from being with a partner. I just wasn’t in the right mental state for a relationship though. This would have to do for now. Yes, for now, I had been reduced to a voyeuristic kink. I got up, shut things down, and made my way to bed.
Chapter Three
Laura
I’m not
Chapter Two
Laura
I squirmed in my seat as I got organized with everything I would need for my voyeuristic meanderings. I had a comfortable leather recliner, which was positioned where I could get the best view. When I had purchased it online and had it delivered, I purposely had it placed in this very spot for just that reason. I chuckled as I thought of what the burly man with the plumbers crack would have thought if he knew the plans I had for this chair.
Hundreds of condominiums in the high-rise building situated directly opposite of mine were far enough away for me not to be discovered, yet close enough to give me an intimate view of my neighbors’ lives. I knew detailed secrets about these strangers. Hidden nuggets of knowledge that their own families didn’t know—intimate, embarrassing, shameful details of their lives that they would be horrified and mortified to think were public knowledge. I reveled in the power and control that it gave me.
I scanned the residences with my high powered binoculars, catching glimpses of familiar faces, bodies, decor and living spaces that each person possessed and inhabited. I stopped when I viewed the habitation of one of my favorites that housed a type of dungeon of sorts within its walls. It appeared that the couple was heavy at play tonight and I felt my lower abdomen clench in anticipation.
I watched, in a trance, as her husband grabbed a fistful of hair and growled words that I could only imagine in her ear. She was held captive on a wooden device that looked like a large x. Her wrists were bound above her head and her ankles were strapped to the lower half of the x leaving her legs spread open and her at the mercy of her husband. The look on her face stated so much more than the words that I was unable to hear could. I felt myself flinch with her when he jerked at the fistful of hair he held tightly within his grasp. Her mouth opened as if she was agonized and her eyes begged him for release. This was not a woman who was being subjected to any form of abuse. No, this was a woman who was enjoying the dark side of her innate sexual desires.
I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs as I viewed him talking in her ear. Oh what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall right now. My hand slid down between my legs and into the dainty cotton underwear I wore. I continued to watch—holding the binoculars with one hand as my other hand swirled over my now engorged wet nub.
I watched him release her legs as his cock jutted out demanding attention. Her arms remained subdued above her head. He wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust up into her. His hands fisted in her hair on both sides of her head—as he mercilessly pumped away at her insides. I noted how his ass tightened and indented at his hips with each thrust and it made me crave being fucked roughly, violently—not made love to, but fucked in a primal fashion. I wanted what she had—I wanted to experience being taken by a man I could trust. It was a fantasy though, nothing more than a fantasy. It was something I had never experienced, and probably never would, so I lived vicariously through a couple that had no idea I even existed. My finger moved faster as my legs tightened and I knew my release was close—so very close. As if on cue, my body convulsed at the same time that the couple fell into each other sated.
Though I was physically satisfied, I missed the connection that came from being with a partner. I just wasn’t in the right mental state for a relationship though. This would have to do for now. Yes, for now, I had been reduced to a voyeuristic kink. I got up, shut things down, and made my way to bed.
Chapter Three
Laura
I’m not
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