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Jan 2021
His ***** hands brushed over my skin
I could hear his heavy breathing in my ears.
His hot gusting breaths pulsing against my neck

I held my breath, body shaking blindly.
My heart beating furiously out of fear.

He grinned, my heart sinking.

His lips pressed against my cold skin,
I am petrified…

He pulled back, as if its some game to him.
Suddenly I felt his hand tugging at the hem of my shirt…

Few moments later his hand was suddenly on my breast,
pressing, kneading it like a cat

His other hand slipped up my thigh sneakily, grabbing at my leg.

I was able to escape his grasp…
Bianca Grundlingh
Written by
Bianca Grundlingh  23/F/South Africa
(23/F/South Africa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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