The Boogie Man: A Mafia tale

Masterpiece

It is Sunday and these past two days without my hearts have been miserable.  I thought I would enjoy these 14 days, but I am lonely. It is just more time for me to think about what I have lost.

It is 10pm and I am sitting at my bedroom window I have made into my reading nook in the dark. I look across to Nate's house just in a daze and I see movement.  His curtains are wide open to his floor to ceiling window and I can see he has company.

They are in a heated make out session, removing clothing in the process. I feel like a creeper but I cannot look away.  He is built like a God, my body clenches at the sight.

He looks across to my window, I slide back on instinct. He cannot possibly see me. He is rough with her; he pushes her against the window and turns her to face me. She is lost on ecstasy but he is staring into my soul. He places his left hand on the window, and I swear he points at me with his right; my hormones have me hallucinating. He places a hand on her cheek and trail it down her body in a particular path, my scar path.  He continues and stops between her legs, stroking her p***y. Without thinking I place my hand down my shorts and mimic him.  He pulls away and licks his fingers and reaches down to wet her before the insert. Once he is in, he is like a beast, pounding away. I continue to stroke myself, looking into his eyes.  Then the hardest orgasm hits me, I practically scream. Too lost in my own euphoria, I did not notice they were done.  She is behind him getting dressed, and he is standing in the window in all his naked glory. Then he steps forward, lick the window, smirk and wink before walking away. I should be freaked out, but damn that man's ass is a masterpiece.

After my wonderful "reading time", I went straight to bed. This man even haunted my dreams, I was in a fantasy that he worshipped my body. I could actually feel his touch slightly moving over my body. Realizing it was too real I wake up and scan my surroundings.  After reassuring myself that I was going crazy, I slipped back to sleep.  If I only knew what or who was hiding under my bed, I would have known then what I know now:  the Boogie Man is real.