Slipping through your window in the very small hours of the morning was easy. Carefully I closed the window behind me so as not to make a sound. I pause, listening and I heard you..... a murmur as you sleep? A snore!? And I grinned. I slowly moved towards your bed and, in the moonlight I saw your sweet, unsuspecting face. I move closer, my thigh touching the edge of the bed as I reach into my pocket and pull out two silk scarves. A wicked grin on my face!
Quickly I kneel upon your bed and firmly grasp your wrist. Before you can even be alarmed your wrist is ensnared in English silk and pushed up against the headboard. Your slumber now being quickly replaced by alarm. The fingers of your other hand clutching at the knot. Panicking now Maria? Swiftly I catch your free wrist and before you can wriggle free it is bound alongside your other, ensnared in more silk. Trapped! Captured! Mine!
I switch on the bedside-lamp and you get your first glimpse of your attacker. "Stan!", you cry, your voice still full of alarm. My fingers grasp at the bed-covers pulling them away from your body as your arms squirm and wrestle to break free. But your bonds are too tight Maria, you can't escape!
I push the bed-covers down further, revealing your body dressed in a flimsy nightie..... further still until, by their own weight they tumble to the floor at the foot of the bed. I sit on your bed alongside you and lean forward to whisper in your ear.
"Oh no Maria!", I whisper, "I've grown weary of your changing your mind! Weary of your blowing hot and then cold. Tonight I've come to Pittsburgh to claim you! And I won't be leaving until I've fucked you! And shot my load across your big tits!"
Your mouth opens to say something but whatever it was that you was going to say I will know because before you can utter anything my lips claim yours in a kiss as urgent as my need, my tongue pushing its way between your lips and your mouth responds, your tongue teasing mine. Was that a protest on your sweet lips? A frantic call for help? We shall never know Maria, shall we?
The kiss breaks as I pull away, my right hand delving into my pocket to retrieve something and you glimpse cold, hard steel. You gasp as my left hand grasps the collar material of your nightie, the blade close to your throat. Horrified now, Maria honey?