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The Home-erotic short story
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The Home-erotic short story Elena is washing the dishes . It seems carefree . The foam flavored with lemon cleanses effectively. The hot water takes away the dirt. Commercials repeated in life. Reclàmme home . Every now and then escapes from the lips a hint of a song. Mugugnìo music . Outside the door the man looks around. The corridor of the building is deserted. The apartments have their eyes closed to the world. In front if a door. Also closed . The man rolls out the black ski mask in his hand . One last look around. No one . Wearing it and turn up the handle. The door opens silently on a well appointed living room . Sofas , TV, library, a few plants . From the kitchen comes a splashing and singing softly. The man closed the door quietly . It makes no noise . One step after another , slowly , approaching the door of the kitchen. Elena has her back turned to the door. And the man. He goes up . Suddenly she felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Animal instinct . Danger! Elena tries to turn around but the man grabs . A hand over her mouth. A hand around her waist. Elena lets out the pot in his hand , which breaks down the sink . Bubbles and splinters. He drags her away with his hands still daubed with foam. The water flows . Elena tries to escape, screaming . Muffled cry , iron grip . Nothing . Do not do it . The man looks around fast , then take the corridor , dragging Elena toward the bedroom. The hand dropped from the waist to the lower abdomen. To the groin . The suit is made for Elena's house . Comfortable, loose. He sticks his hand in the elastic. She feels her panties . Lace thongs . All right. She screams more and more flat . The short of breath . Almost faints . I'm in the room. Shut up , he says, or I'll kill you like a bitch . It's a hiss but Elena is still as stunned by a blow to the stomach .. His hand moves from the mouth and falls. Under the shirt. On the breast . Right . It's soft breasts of Helen. It has a lovely curve and a soda fullness. A nipple that looks at the world proud haughty . Now in the hands of the man who squeezes and pinches , keeps fatigue that frown . Elena feels the man who is exciting . He feels his hands on her. Refrains from screaming again. The man pushes hard on the bed. Prone. The slips off his pants. Shut up , order yet . He raises his shirt and sniffs the skin of the back. Then comes close to the buttocks . Wool soft and warm breath. Elena feels that he is fumbling with his belt , then his pants. Li parades . In a moment is upon you . The rips the thong . Elena feels his breathing accelerates . Even his . You grab the bedspread summer . Illusion of safety. The man lie down on her. Penetrates . With violence. She squeezes the stronger the fabric. Crush the face on the bed. He squirms over her. He mumbles and grunts . Pushes . Yet . Then with a last gasp emits a guttural groan. Elena hears him come to her inside. The man gets up, grabs his pants and wipes Elena . Then he plays . Calm. She is still lying on the rumpled bed . Nude. The man watches her for a moment, then walks out of the bedroom . In the corridor he feels that the water in the sink is still flowing. Go into the kitchen and closes. One last look at the living room. He opens the door of the apartment and is about to leave when he hears the voice of Helen from the bedroom : I'll see you next Tuesday ! You're such a bitch , he murmurs . He shakes his head . Then closes the door . If he leaves. By Ago |
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