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Am I a feminist? Yes.

Would I get on my knees and remove Zade Meadow's belt if asked me to? Also, yes.

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Stranger In the Woods

*do not repost*

Chapter 1 – Frankie

I honestly hate my job. I let out a sigh as I sign out of my computer after my fourth 10 hour shift this week. I thought being an estate agent for Hamilton’s meant I could just show people around luxury homes in the countryside, tell them how amazing this opportunity is and then go home. Never in a million years did I think it would entail me having to suck my bosses tiny dick because his wife refuses to and I’m an easy target.

Adrian Hamilton is a nasty, dirty piece of work and now I must spend the next 45 minutes with him in his dingy little office until he ultimately blows his load all over my face.

As I go to leave the building I hear his footsteps, boom boom boom. I instantly feel sick, why me? ‘‘Frankie, I hope you haven’t forgotten what you get paid extra for, my darling’’ everything about this man gives me anxiety. He is about 90 (he is not, he’s probably only about 50) I suppose it’s better me rather than Stephanie, she’s only 19 and wouldn’t be able to handle it. At least I can try and forget it happened when I’m back home.

I follow him down the long poorly lit corridor holding back the bile I can already feel rising up my oesophagus. It seems to take an eternity, to get to the office (if that is what you can call it). ‘Get on your knees for me Frankie, you know the drill’ as if I am a robot. I drop to my knees and open my mouth waiting for him to place his small shaft inside and I just suck, no hands, no sounds, I just suck until he finishes and as usual, he blows all over me.

Once he puts his dick away and leaves, I go to the staff bathroom and wash my face with antibacterial soap. I scrub and I scrub to get rid of every trace of him. Once I feel like I can’t possibly scrub anymore I get ready for the drive home, I walk towards the doors and set the 3 security alarms.

I think it is about time I talk to Erica about what’s going on at work. She will be furious that I’ve not told her before now but let’s be real, I need this job. This has been happening since the second week of my being here, 3 years ago, so its safe to say I’m pretty used to it now.  

I’ll call her when I’m home I go out to the carpark and my car is the only one left, a dark blue 2002 Ford Fiesta parked right in the back corner, it’s raining, but it’s just that fine rain that get you soaked through.  I get in and prepare for the 30-minute drive home just as an alert pops up on my phone, The road I normally take is closed due to an RTC so now I have to take a detour. Eugh It’s fine it will just add about 20 minutes onto my journey,

I never liked driving this way through the woods, it freaks me out. There’re no lights, no houses, nothing for miles. Just darkness and shadows from the moon.

BANG

‘What. The. Fuck was that?’ I say aloud. Great, I think my tyre has popped. Of COURSE its popped in the thick of the deep dark woods. I grab my phone and try to call Erica to tell her what happened before I get out to put my spare wheel on, so she knows where I am if anyone tries to murder me.

Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring.

No answer, brilliant. Why does she never answer when I actively need her?

20 minutes later I’m dripping with sweat and covered in oil but thankfully my spare wheel is on. I am just putting my jack away and wiping the oil from my hands when I hear something, crunching maybe. I cannot decide if it’s an animal or if I’m going to die. I don’t hang around to find out I just quicken my pace to a run so I can get in my car and drive home without looking back  

I circle around to the driver’s side of the car, look in the reflection of my window and that’s when I see him. I am only assuming it’s a ‘him’ because I’m sure I’ve never met a woman who creeps around the woods at 9pm on a Wednesday evening, because that’s, well…. creepy.

I stare at the figure in my window for what feels like an eternity but all I can make out is that whoever this is stands at about six foot seven, which means they could overpower me easily as I am only five foot six. Well fuck, I need to get out of here now!

I get in the car and turn it over, put it into gear and I’m away. I drive like my life depends on it because I think it does... I slam my foot down on the accelerator so fast I’m wheel spinning and ever so slightly losing control. Calm down. I take a breath and slow down just enough so that I can gain control of the car. Once I feel more at ease, I start speeding up again so can get out of the woods before being followed or killed.

I pull into the driveway of my 1-bedroom cottage, get out the car and rush inside fumbling around with the keys trying to get them in the lock before anyone sees me. Before ‘he’ sees me. I’m not a detective but I’m about 96% sure he followed me home. I don’t know how because there were no cars near where I saw him, and nobody can run that fast. I just have the feeling he’s watching me.

I get inside lock the door, close all the curtains and check the lock again, I flick the kettle on get myself a mug and go and run myself a hot bubble bath, I need it after the day I’ve had. Walking back into the kitchen I flick the kettle back off ‘fuck this I’m having a cocktail’ I try to video call Erica while making myself a sex on the beach, she is my best friend in the world but she’s about as reliable as a car with no engine. I’m sure she will ring me back, probably when I’m in the bath.

I adore a bubble bath; however, something doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’m being watched, which is impossible because all my curtains are drawn, and the lights are all off apart from the small lamp in the bedroom and the light from my candles around the tub so I’m absolutely sure nobody can see me or get in the house however that doesn’t help the uneasy feelings I’m having.

I finish my cocktail and lay back in the bath letting the water cocoon me, I take a few deep breaths and submerge my face…

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I come up for air feeling a lot calmer now than I did before. Its just my imagination playing tricks on me, I think. I climb out and find my towels, one for my body and one for my hair.

I lay on my bed the towel falling away from my curves, I lean over to my bedside drawer and pull out my vibrator, I turn it on and remove my towel completely. I still have some water dripping off my body onto my bed, with my free hand I start to play with my nipples slowly pinching them every few seconds for a little bit of pain with the pleasure, my other hand goes down towards my pussy, the vibrator slides over my clit and instantly my hairs stand on end and I get goosebumps, I’ve not done this for a while, I’m not usually in the mood after work but the stranger in the woods has ignited something inside of me. Am I weird? I don’t care, stop thinking about that and get back to what you were doing. I move my fingers away from my nipples and down my body towards my opening, God this stranger has made me so wet. I slide my fingers inside, curling them towards my G-spot while circling my clit with the vibrator, its only been about 15 minutes but I can already feel my orgasm building  in the pit of my stomach, I turn up the vibration setting and start to move my fingers in and out, faster and harder until I can feel my vision darken as the orgasm starts to take over my entire body, it feels like the world stops on its axis as I can no longer see anything but stars. ‘Oh Fuck’ I choked as I hit the peak… sweating, covered in my own cum I drag myself off the bed and get back into the shower, clean myself off, climb into bed before ultimately passing out.