Hallway shadows stretch long. Late night. Heart hammers. I grip her tight, that mannequin bitch from the shop window. Daily tease. Long legs, purple dress hugging every curve. Tits poking hard in the chill. Her weight heavy in my arms. Heels dangle, click soft against my thigh. Elevator hums low. Doors hiss open. Empty. Fuck yes. Step in. Punch floor four. Doors grind shut. Sweat drips. What if old lady from 2B calls? Thin walls. Neighborhood sleeps. But I’m breaking rules right next door.
Her hair tickles my neck. Smells like plastic and dust. Been watching her weeks. Mornings, strut past shop. Nipples stab fabric. Evenings, neon glows her ass. Obsession eats me. Beers numb it. Tonight, I did it. Slipped in back door. Boss out for chow. Grabbed her. Ran to car. Parked close. Now, hallway dash. Light filters under doors. TVs murmur faint. Footsteps? No. Just my pulse thuds. Key rattles lock. Door creaks open. Inside. Safe. For now.
The Contact
Drop her gentle by couch-bed. Studio cramped. Kitchen nook, bath squeezed. Beer fridge hums. Pschitt. Cold fizz hits throat. Gulp deep. Stare at her. Dress clings. Back bare to ass crack. Spine line whispers. Strip shoes. Barefoot now. Me too. Pants off. Cock springs free. Hard as her plastic tits. Sit close. Whisper rough. “You’re my dirty slut. Teasing me forever.” Slap cheek. Crack echoes soft. She sways. Topples slow. Thud on rug. Heart stops. Neighbors hear? Silence presses.
Pull her up. Hug fierce. Lips smash hers. Cold. Still. Lick lids, brows. Ear nibble. Neck hot now from my breath. Untie dress back. Falls to waist. Tits perfect. Suck nipples. Bite light. “Wet for me, whore.” No answer. Good girl. Beer two. Heat builds. Room stuffy. No AC. Windows cracked. Streetlight slits blinds. Shadows dance on her skin.
Rougher now. Grip thighs. Hike dress. Smooth legs. Inner thighs silk. No panties. Pussy bald. Lick deep. Tongue wide. Suck folds. Nose in navel. Teeth graze. Hand on cock. Stroke brutal. Balls ache. Cum spurts hot on her calves. Grunt muffled. Bite lip. Parquet creaks under knees. Fuck. Too loud? Walls paper-thin. Mr. downstairs coughs? Imagination. Keep going.
The Indiscretion
Whiskey burns next. Pour sloppy. Spill on tits. Lick clean. Flip her. Ass up. Scratch back red. Nails dig. Fuck her mouth. Plastic jaws slack. Thrust deep. Gag reflex mine. Sweat pours. Grind against thighs. Slick now. Cum again. Floor sticky. Dress shreds. Hair tangle. Collapse beside. Pant heavy. Curtains sway. Moon peeks. Neighbors blind to sin.
Dawn cracks. Head pounds. Body wrecked. Cum crusts everywhere. Bottles roll. Her there. Queen in ruin. Thighs smeared white. Dress rags. Leave her center room. Curtains wide. Sun blasts in. Slip out. Bakery run. Croissants warm. Lingerie bags swing. New silks for her. Back soon.
Door swings. Heat wave hits. Canicule. Eyes stare. No lids. No lashes. Puddles wax pool floor. Melted face. Body slumped. Cire fondue. Doll dead. Dream fucked. Heart sinks. Neighbors stir. Secret dies silent.