Sizzling Erotic Sex Stories
Anonymous Anonymous
Copyright 2010 by Anonymous Anonymous
Smashwords Edition
3strikes Publishing
Sizzling Erotic Sex Stories
Late, it was obviously dark. Again he looked at
his watch. 1:45 in the morning. He double checked every window and
door. She had to be inside and sleeping. It was time. He pulled out
his tools and went to work on the largest window. In a few seconds
he was done. He popped it out and easily crawled inside. Looking
around and listening as stretched, he went to work.
He went to the safe and easily unlocked it.
Silence filled the house. Mark was a master at his trade. He loved
his work and was good at it. He moved down the hall, not making a
sound as he did. He heard her. He heard her silent breathing and
smiled. This was easily. He looked inside her room. Isn’t she cute,
he told himself? He stared at her for a moment.
With two hands together she looked as if she was
actually praying that evening as they appeared tucked beneath her
head and she lay on her side, sleeping. For whatever reason, he
continued to stare at the off blond younger looking 28 year old. He
smiled as he watched her.
Isn’t she cute the 37 year old thought? Mmmmmm,
if only I had time…if only I had more time he said to himself.
Suddenly the young lady stirred. All of a sudden and right in front
of his eyes, her eyes seemed to move. Huh…what…is she…waking up? He
looked at his watch again. Just after two in the morning.
He looked up. God…damn… She’s…and the sheets
were off her. She’d woken up. He was standing right there in the
doorway and backed up into the hallway so as to not be seen. He
listened but had already seen her. The young woman was naked. She
was not wearing anything at all up top. Not a thing, he realized.
Nothing at all.
Great boobs. Not huge but hers were excitedly
big enough and…and hers were freaking perky he discovered.
Oh…fuck…god darn it all, he thought as his eyes closed and he began
pinching his thighs together. This is wrong…all wrong. He knew she
was pretty. He even knew she could appear sexy too. At the moment,
to him, she was pretty.
He wanted to look. He wanted to look into her
room again. He couldn’t move. His back was against the wall in her
hallway. Waiting. Waiting and wondering what was next. She was
supposed to be sleeping wasn’t she? He wasn’t informed of this. He
never knew she woke up in the middle of the night. He had watched
and studied this young and quite pretty woman. He’d followed her a
lot more then most in fact. What she’d done. Where she went. What
she even wore too as a matter of fact. Yes, she always wore nice
clothes. All of the outfits she’d worn enhanced the physical
virtues of her heavenly figure but now…well now…the woman…she was
naked and he was in her home…to steel something. But she was
naked.
Oh god, he told himself. This is all wrong. All
wrong. She sat up. Her head hung from her shoulders. She felt it
coming on. She had to pee. Her legs hung by the side of the bed.
She sat there. No bathroom attached to her bedroom she had to walk
out through her bedroom door, down the hallway, and then sit down
and she’d then have to pee. But to do so, she’d have to walk by
him…passed him. He knew this too.
He shuffled down the hallway, down into the
bathroom. He didn’t know she was going there too so he jumped into
the shower and stood waiting. She came in and sat down. He heard
her tinkle and smiled. This was going south. He had to hold the bag
of stolen items still. He heard the toilet flush. He smiled, again.
Finally. She got up and started…yes started to walk out.
“Oops…wait” he heard her say.
She walked back in. Turned on the light. He
thought what the fuck? He saw her head and hand. She was reaching
in and trying to grab something. He was flat against the opposite
wall. She reached further and found it. A book. He smiled. She said
something and walked away, turning off the light as
Anonymous Anonymous
Copyright 2010 by Anonymous Anonymous
Smashwords Edition
3strikes Publishing
Sizzling Erotic Sex Stories
Late, it was obviously dark. Again he looked at
his watch. 1:45 in the morning. He double checked every window and
door. She had to be inside and sleeping. It was time. He pulled out
his tools and went to work on the largest window. In a few seconds
he was done. He popped it out and easily crawled inside. Looking
around and listening as stretched, he went to work.
He went to the safe and easily unlocked it.
Silence filled the house. Mark was a master at his trade. He loved
his work and was good at it. He moved down the hall, not making a
sound as he did. He heard her. He heard her silent breathing and
smiled. This was easily. He looked inside her room. Isn’t she cute,
he told himself? He stared at her for a moment.
With two hands together she looked as if she was
actually praying that evening as they appeared tucked beneath her
head and she lay on her side, sleeping. For whatever reason, he
continued to stare at the off blond younger looking 28 year old. He
smiled as he watched her.
Isn’t she cute the 37 year old thought? Mmmmmm,
if only I had time…if only I had more time he said to himself.
Suddenly the young lady stirred. All of a sudden and right in front
of his eyes, her eyes seemed to move. Huh…what…is she…waking up? He
looked at his watch again. Just after two in the morning.
He looked up. God…damn… She’s…and the sheets
were off her. She’d woken up. He was standing right there in the
doorway and backed up into the hallway so as to not be seen. He
listened but had already seen her. The young woman was naked. She
was not wearing anything at all up top. Not a thing, he realized.
Nothing at all.
Great boobs. Not huge but hers were excitedly
big enough and…and hers were freaking perky he discovered.
Oh…fuck…god darn it all, he thought as his eyes closed and he began
pinching his thighs together. This is wrong…all wrong. He knew she
was pretty. He even knew she could appear sexy too. At the moment,
to him, she was pretty.
He wanted to look. He wanted to look into her
room again. He couldn’t move. His back was against the wall in her
hallway. Waiting. Waiting and wondering what was next. She was
supposed to be sleeping wasn’t she? He wasn’t informed of this. He
never knew she woke up in the middle of the night. He had watched
and studied this young and quite pretty woman. He’d followed her a
lot more then most in fact. What she’d done. Where she went. What
she even wore too as a matter of fact. Yes, she always wore nice
clothes. All of the outfits she’d worn enhanced the physical
virtues of her heavenly figure but now…well now…the woman…she was
naked and he was in her home…to steel something. But she was
naked.
Oh god, he told himself. This is all wrong. All
wrong. She sat up. Her head hung from her shoulders. She felt it
coming on. She had to pee. Her legs hung by the side of the bed.
She sat there. No bathroom attached to her bedroom she had to walk
out through her bedroom door, down the hallway, and then sit down
and she’d then have to pee. But to do so, she’d have to walk by
him…passed him. He knew this too.
He shuffled down the hallway, down into the
bathroom. He didn’t know she was going there too so he jumped into
the shower and stood waiting. She came in and sat down. He heard
her tinkle and smiled. This was going south. He had to hold the bag
of stolen items still. He heard the toilet flush. He smiled, again.
Finally. She got up and started…yes started to walk out.
“Oops…wait” he heard her say.
She walked back in. Turned on the light. He
thought what the fuck? He saw her head and hand. She was reaching
in and trying to grab something. He was flat against the opposite
wall. She reached further and found it. A book. He smiled. She said
something and walked away, turning off the light as
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