HNT - 3 - Fais-moi mal Johnny, Johnny, Johnny (click)

His footsteps behind me in the dark, dimly lit street, my own shoes echoing against the walls, clack, clack, clack, high heel shoes preventing me from running. The fog was dense, we were alone. I engulfed myself in the door, running upstairs, not bothering to turn on the light, heart pounding. Could not find my keys in my handbag, cursing, shaking, finally unlocked the door. He was coming up, I was about to scream. He caught up on me, put his hand on my mouth and pushed the door, threw me in, not letting go, silently shut the door with his foot. His hand was pulling, tearing, ripping until my clothes were scattered on the floor. I was begging him, almost crying. “Don’t move!” he said in a menacing voice. A strange sensation in my centre, an unsuspected heat, an unforeseen pulsation growing from the expectation. His breath in my neck, his impatience in my ear, his fierce body against mine, his fully erect hardness against my buttocks, my legs weakening. “Fais-moi mal, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Hurt me, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!”

In summary : When I came by, he stood up, he was not very tall. I took him to my room. Hurt me, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, send me to the sky… zoom. Hurt me Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, I like it when love goes boom! He looked at me with a blank stare, I wouldn’t hurt a fly. He got on my nerves, I smacked him! I cursed him! He did not like it, he told me to shut up. He hit me. You are hurting me, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Not with your feet! I don’t like love that goes bing! He put on his shirt, his suit, his small shoes. He went down the stairs, he left me with a dislocated shoulder. Now, I have bruises on my buttocks. I’ll never say again Hurt me Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!

P.S. A big thank you to "Pappi" Sage for his generous help!  Muah!