Darkest greetings my Dear.

There you are, sat at the computer, tis late at night and the darkness outside is occasionally lit up by a distant, approaching storm.

It is quiet, you’re alone in the house and just looking online to see how your friends are before you go to bed, when the hairs on the back of your neck raise as you hear a noise in the house. ‘It was nothing’ you assure yourself, ‘merely a household pet’ but still you remain on edge, nervous until a distant rumble of thunder makes you start, then laugh nervously.

You sit and read, until you feel a presence enter the room behind you, fearing to confront them you sit still in terror as you hear the slight brush of cloth. A chill of ice runs down your spine as you feel the dread that you have an intruder in your room. Not daring to look round you strain your ears and you hear a slow measured intake of air mere inches behind your ear, you try to stand and an incredibly strong hand lands on your shoulder, pushing you back into the seat. You try to struggle against this vice-like grip as your head is tilted to one side and you feel a hot breath upon your neck, then a sharpness, and all resistance melts from you in a warm, painful pleasure.

You gasp! Melting into the dangerous embrace as you feel heat rise within you, complimented with a cold shiver of fear or pleasure running down your spine. To your horror and suprise you feel moisture gathering in between your legs as your femininity becomes aroused, and your feel a hand gently slip under your arm and gently caress your firm breast through your top.

A low moan escapes your lips as you barely register more movement behind you, soft hands wrap round your waist from your left and you feel gentle kisses raining upon your neck, before a scratch of sharpness and an overwhelming pleasure running through you.