Through blurred eyes I saw Runa bit into the strawberry that was drenched in my cum. After not being able to cum for 3 times because of a strawberry in my pussy , I feel Ike I might pass out.
"Ty vyglyadish' tak krasivo, kogda konchayesh', det...
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A week has passed since the "club" incident as Sheryl and I calls it, but not a single word about a dead man being found at the club. I tried not to think about it and just focus on my studies ,but that wasn't easy. Everyday when I enter the school's gate the security guard gives me a gift
But what's strange is that there's never a name on it ,and it's the same gift every time. A small box with a piece of paper inside. The pieces looked like they'd been burnt on the edges When I showed Sheryl all the pieces at the end of the week ,she said it was a letter but parts were still missing.
Monday: "Hey malyshka" Tuesday: "I fucking love you"
When I read Tuesday's piece I cringed . Is this person a middle schooler or something, what nonsense is this. I refused to take Wednesday's piece but the guard insisted.
Wednesday: "I could treat you better. than anyone you'll ever date"
The hell
Thursday: "I would burn the world for you" Friday: "."
Okay babes this guy is sick" Sheryl said twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. We're at her dorm wrecking our brains , trying to figure out who did this. My eyes suddenly shot open as I remembered the weird person and the text messages.
"Sheryl" I yelled "What? Did you find something" she said, sounding excited, flying off the couch running to me , by the kitchen counter .
"Well ... .no... not exactly" "So what did you call me for" "I think I may know who it is" . Her eyes widened.
"Okay who?" ."Remember the person I told you about ,the one who keeps sending me weird messages" "You think it's him" "Well who else could it be".
We stood in a moment of silence . Sheryl clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth , turning to me a smirk plastered on her face . "Shouldn't you be excited?" "Why?' I asked confused "Esme you have a stalker" she shouted thrilled jumping up and down .
"What" I gasped . "Come on girl, he knows where you live , he knows where your college is ,he has your fucking number, he saved you , he's giving you all these cringe gifts , he probably knows more personal things" she counted on her fingers.
Stalkers are real? Yeah, I've always wanted one but dang.....this is insane...in a good way. "You should be glad the good lord above answered your prayers".
I stood dumbfounded, thinking about the situation while Sheryl stood opposite me smiling like a fool , searching me for an answer. A stalker huh? Shouldn't be so bad.
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I was awakened by a crashing sound coming from the living room. The rain poured furiously on the windows. I heard the howling of the wind and the rustling of leaves .
I groaned,covering my head with my duvet trying to fall back asleep. The noise was most likely something that fell outside from the strong wind.
Wait . If what Sheryl said is true and I do happen to have a stalker , that noise could be them.
Throwing off the duvet I sprang out of bed peeping my head outside into the hallway. Nothing . I walked to the staircase standing at the top looking down into the dimly lit kitchen. Nothing.
I playfully slapped my forehead. Did I really think I would have a stalker? It was probably something outside. I turned around to head back to my room when I heard a door close behind me.
My head whipped around analysing the kitchen once again. Fuck it. I ran down the stairs almost tripping on my way but I made it. The only door that was close enough for me to hear was the front door.
I slowly walked over to the door after putting on the light. I stood in front of the door in disbelief. The door was locked ,there's no way . I just heard it closed.
I must be going crazy. I walked back over to the light switch to turn it off ,when something caught the corner of my eye. "Esmeralda it's not real just go to bed". I tried to talk myself out of it ,but it didn't work.
I headed over to the living room , praying it was really my imagination. But it wasn't, sitting on my couch was a FUCKING DEAD BODY. I shrieked and fell back on my ass in shock.
"Wha-what the hell" I covered my mouth and ran back upstairs and into my bedroom shutting the door .
I leaned my back against the door sliding down slowly. Tears streamed down my face , my heart rate picked up. I felt like I was gonna throw up. There's only one person who would do this "My so called stalker"
My phone lit up when a message came in . I couldn't move. I was rooted in my place. I already know it's my stalker .....at least I think it's him. I gathered myself and walked over to my nightstand where my phone was.
Sure enough when I turned on the phone ,there was a notification that a message came in. I opened it with trembling hands and it was indeed from him.
Unknown: If he hadnt taken you to his place and touched you ,he wouldn't be sitting dead on your couch malyshka. Choose your actions wisely.
There's no way he actually saw us , we weren't even in the city. I didn't respond. I simply turned off my phone and used the house phone to contact Sheryl. Guess no more sex for me then.....unless I want more dead bodies to turn up on my doorstep.
