Red Confession: Ravished by the Homeless Stranger’s Forbidden Thrust

New city. Dingy apartment in the dark alleys. Worn furniture, shadows everywhere. I scrub, paint, settle in. Job hunt starts. Neighborhood hits: homeless sprawl on sidewalks, rummaging trash, smiling hellos. Pity stirs, but calm reigns. Days pass. Greetings exchanged. Then crude whispers creep in. Uneasy twitches. One evening, new face. Vulgar. Others hush him. He ignores. Follows me. Between parked cars, grabs my arm. Pins me face-first against cold metal. Body presses hard behind. Alcohol stench floods my nose. His cock throbs against my ass. Hands cage mine on the hood. Hot breath on neck. ‘I’d shove my dick deep in your tight little ass.’ Frozen. Heart hammers. Not fear. Heat surges low. Provocation ignites. He growls filth, releases. I flee across street, pulse racing, thighs slick. Hunted by his scent. Alcohol breath haunts dreams. That dominance. Bent, exposed. Excites against reason. Repulsed by grime, drawn to danger. Days blur. He watches. I tempt. Sway hips sharper. Eyes lock longer. Skirts tighter. Why crave this filthy stranger? Work calls. Can’t hide. Coffee peace offering once worked. Now, he intercepts. ‘Coffee?’ Panic. Desire. ‘Across street. My treat.’ Seated face-to-face. Scruffy beauty pierces dirt. Strong hands. Eyes pierce. ‘You’re hot. Wanna fuck you.’ Cheeks burn. Shared hunger unspoken. Hygiene revolts, lust screams. We part. Home. Bath steams. Robe clings. Knock shatters quiet. His face at peephole. Heart leaps. Crack door. ‘What?’ ‘Talk. Let me in.’ Yield. He looms in hall. Back to wall, hands pinned behind. Advances. Hand above head. Eyes shut. Breath heaves. Chest swells. Arm snakes waist. Lips graze neck. Turn away. He retreats. Legs jelly. Regret burns. Days ache without him. Search crowds. Then, door blocks. He pushes in. Booze heavy. Fear flickers. Play along. ‘Sit. Shower first.’ Steam rises. Curtain rips. Scream dies. ‘Just watch.’ Eyes meet. ‘Join me. Naked.’ He steps in, clothes soaked. I strip him. No underwear. Thick cock springs, rigid. Soap glides over filth, every crease. Turn. Hands to tile. Shaft nudges pussy. ‘Condom. Cabinet.’ Sheathed. Plunges deep. Walls clench. Vibrations rip through. Neck kisses scorch. Hips slam divine. Legs quake. Hands roam possessive. Pleasure drowns me. Guttural moans escape. Pulls out. Spins. Lifts legs. Wall crash. Re-enters. Sucks tits raw. Deep pounds. Arms lock neck. Eyes seal. Mouth claims savage. Tongue invades. No revulsion. Râles build. Climax nears. Carries to toilet seat. I straddle, ride fierce. Fingers grind clit. Explosion shatters. Collapse. Four paws on wet floor. ‘Fuck my ass. Please.’ Shock. Beg. Gland presses ring. Heat engulfs. Push back. Deeper. Camber. Pounds accelerate. He erupts hot inside. Bliss floods. Floor cold under sweat-slick skin. Panting silence. Robe on. Wash his rags. ‘Coffee? Haircut?’ He nods. Clean him. Shave. Emerges godlike. Chat. Dresses. Kiss cheek. Gone. Void aches. Next morn, door flies. Hands devour. Mine match. Stumble to living room. Animal rut. No shame. Breakfast haze. Shower encore. Then, ‘Go.’ Routine ignites. Passion fucks only. Heart tugs forbidden. Danger looms. Boxes pack. He arrives. Hugs tight. Chest heaves against his. ‘Leaving?’ Tears brim. Bedroom. Lovers’ farewell. Tender thrusts. Silent sorrow. Last gasps. Adieu. New place. Echoes burn eternal.