Red Lingerie Sexy & Alluring - Discover Your Inner Goddess

Description: The first time I saw this woman I knew I had to have her, even if it meant putting my life on the line. Her long blonde hair framed a face that was absolutely perfect and she wore the sexiest red lingerie you've ever seen. I remember the day like it was yesterday, that hot summer day in June when I first laid eyes on her. She was sitting there in front of me with a smile as sweet as a breeze and an innocent look in her eyes that would make anyone want to protect her at all costs. That girl was my fate, the only girl I'd ever fall for, the one I'd spend the rest of my life with. As I watched her dance around the pool deck I knew what I had to do. I had to have her. I had to make a move. I had to show her that I was truly in love with her and that I would do anything to be by her side. So, after a few minutes of just staring at her, I finally got up the courage to speak to her. "Hey," I said as I approached her, "Can I talk to you for a sec?" She looked over at me and gave me a smile that melted my heart. "Sure, why not?", she replied as she stood up and stretched. "I was just wondering if you'd like to go for a walk around the property," I said, trying to sound casual. "That sounds nice," she agreed. "Let's do it," she said, giving me her hand. As we walked along, talking about nothing in particular, I could feel my heart racing and my palms sweating. She seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying and she was smiling all the time. It was like being with an angel, like everything was perfect, but I knew it wasn't going to last forever. We got to the end of the path and we were standing right in front of a small pond that had been built into the ground. There was a little wooden bridge over it and some benches for sitting on. She sat down next to me and we just looked out at the water, enjoying the peacefulness of it all. "Do you like fishing?", she asked me. "Yeah," I answered. "I do," she said in a soft tone. "Maybe tomorrow we could go fishing together?," she suggested. "Sure," I replied without hesitation. I wanted to spend every moment with her, even the moments when I wasn't by her side. But as good as that plan sounded to me, deep down I knew it would never come to fruition. After all, the odds were stacked against us. As we continued to walk, she started to open up to me about herself and I did the same with her. We shared our favorite foods, our favorite movies, our favorite places to go. We talked for hours, laughing and sharing stories that would make anyone else envious. But then, suddenly, everything changed. "I have a gun," she said, pointing towards where we had walked from earlier. "What?", I asked, confused by what she was saying. "There's a man who wants me dead and he's after my life right now. He's going to kill me unless you help me get away," she explained."What the hell?! How could someone want you like that?!" I screamed in shock. "It's not his fault, it's mine. He was just a pawn, used by others who wanted to control me," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "He doesn't know anything about me. He thinks I'm a thief and he's after the money that I supposedly stole from his employer.""That's ridiculous! You didn't steal anything!" I exclaimed, feeling anger rising within me at the injustice of it all. "He doesn't know what he's talking about, he's just a bully and he's using you to get what he wants," I continued, trying to convince her that everything would be alright. "I wish it was so easy, but it isn't. He knows where I live, he knows my family, and he'll come after them too if I don't cooperate with him," she whispered softly, looking up at me with a sad expression on her face. "This is why you can't leave me alone, not even for a second. If he finds out I'm here, it's only a matter of time before they kill us both.""That's terrible!" I exclaimed, feeling hopeless and desperate. "But we have to find a way to get away," I proposed, looking at her with determination in my eyes. We spent the next few days planning our escape. We would leave late at night, taking the long detour through the forest so that he couldn't track us down, and then cross over into the neighboring state where we would lay low for a while. "Are you sure this is the best way?", she asked, looking uncertain. "Yes, I think it's our best chance," I assured her. "We just need to stick with the plan," I told her. That night came and we were ready to go. We hid in the shadows until it was dark outside and then set off on foot through the forest, hoping that no one would find us before we reached the other side. But as we walked deeper into the woods, we heard a distant gunshot echoing through the trees. "What was that?!", I screamed in horror, my heart pounding like crazy. "Shhh," she whispered, trying to quiet me down. "He's already found us," she said with a sad voice, looking back towards where we had just come from. We had been tracked after all and now we were on the run, running for our lives, hoping that he wouldn't catch up with us before we reached safety. We finally broke through the forest into the neighboring state but there was no time to rest, as we could hear footsteps closing in behind us. We sprinted as fast as we could towards a nearby gas station and managed to grab an old truck that was parked there. We drove off quickly, leaving the gunman far behind. For hours we drove through the dark streets of the city, trying to shake him off and find a place where we could hide away from him completely. But it wasn't long before he caught up with us again, as we had no idea where we were going and neither did he. "Shit," I exclaimed when I saw him pulling up next to our car, gun in hand. We fought desperately to escape, but it was no use. He had us cornered and there seemed to be nowhere else to go, so we had no choice but to surrender. "You're caught," he said coldly, looking at us with a menacing expression on his face. "Don't kill us! Please!" I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks like raindrops falling from the sky. He didn't answer, but instead he started to walk towards our truck and opened the door. He pushed us both inside before closing it behind him, leaving us trapped in there with him. "You're going to pay for your crimes now," he whispered as if he was delivering a death sentence. "Wait, what did I do wrong? What are you accusing me of?!", I shouted at the top of my lungs, feeling anger rising within me again. "You're not innocent, you're guilty as hell," he snarled back at me, looking like a monster with his eyes blazing with hatred. "I never stole anything from you! It was all a lie, I've been framed!" I shouted even louder than before. "Shut up! I don't want to hear your excuses, I just want to kill you and end this nightmare," he screamed at me as if he was losing his mind. "Please believe in my innocence!" I cried out, feeling desperate for him to understand that I was being set up. But it was no use; he pulled out a rope and started binding us up like animals, taking turns in tying us to the seats of our car as if we were going to be transported somewhere far away where we would never be found. We struggled against him, but it was futile. He had us trapped inside the truck with him, leaving no way for help to come. He pulled out a syringe and injected something into my arm, causing me to feel faint instantly. I realized what he had done when I saw his smirk as if he had won a game and was gloating over our defeat. "You're going to die now," he said coldly, looking at me with disgust. "No! Please don't kill me! I have no reason to do such a thing!" I shouted weakly as my body started to feel numb and weak. "Shut up! You'll regret it when you wake up in hell," he sneered at me, pulling out another syringe and injecting something else into my veins. Suddenly, everything went dark, like the night had fallen over the world around us. I don't know how long I was asleep for, but when I woke up I found myself lying on a cold concrete floor with my hands and feet bound, looking up at the ceiling as if it were a thousand feet above me. It seemed like forever since I had last seen daylight or felt the warmth of the sunshine on my skin. He was there too, standing next to me, holding a gun in his hand and wearing the same black outfit he had worn during our escape, only this time it wasn't just him but also another man who seemed to be an accomplice of his. "Good morning," he said casually as if nothing had happened. "Good morning? What time is it now?!", I exclaimed in shock, looking around the room for any sign of daylight or a clock that might tell me the time. "It's morning, but only just," he replied with a grin on his face. "You slept through the night like a log," he continued, patting my head as if I were a child. I was so confused by what had happened to me that I couldn't even cry or scream for help, not even when he started pulling out a scalpel and began carving marks into my skin with it. "I thought you'd be more scared than this," he muttered under his breath as if disappointed that I wasn't making a fuss. "You're not afraid at all, are you? Well, then I think it's time to start torturing you some more," he said with a sadistic grin on his face, pulling out another syringe and injecting it into my veins once again. I groaned in agony as the drug took effect immediately, causing me to writhe in pain. "Oh how I wish you could see your girlfriend right now," he said with a chuckle as if he was enjoying the entire ordeal. "She must be so heartbroken that her lover is being tortured right in front of her eyes and she can't do anything to help him.""Leave her alone! Don't hurt her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, feeling tears streaming down my cheeks like raindrops once again. But all he did was laugh at me like a madman, completely ignoring my pleas. For hours he continued to torture me until I lost consciousness from sheer exhaustion and pain. When he finally stopped, he left the room without saying anything, leaving me bound up on the cold floor to suffer alone in silence. I lay there for what felt like an eternity, feeling weak and vulnerable, as if all my energy had been drained away from me by his cruel actions. But then I heard footsteps approaching me, getting closer and closer until it was right beside me. "Hey," he said in a soft tone that made me jump in shock. I looked up at him with fear and hatred written all over my face. But he just smiled at me like an angel, putting his hand on my cheek as if to comfort me. "It's over now," he whispered softly, caressing my face with his rough hands like a father would with his son. "You won't have to worry about anything anymore, because I will take care of everything," he continued, giving me hope for the first time since we had been captured. He started untying my bonds one at a time, freeing me from his control little by little until finally I was completely untie. He even helped me up to stand, but before he left he leaned over and whispered into my ear like only a close friend could: "Don't ever forget who did this to you and how much pain you went through," he said with a cold tone in his voice, making me shudder at the thought of what he had just done to me. "You'll never forget this day as long as you live," he continued, leaving the room without another word. I was left alone with my thoughts and emotions running wild inside my head, trying to process everything that had happened, both good and bad. But it wasn't until I started feeling better and could move around freely that I realized how much I missed her, how much she meant to me, and how much I cared about her. I searched high and low for her but she was nowhere to be found, as if she had vanished into thin air without a trace. All that remained of her presence were the memories we shared together, which filled my heart with joy and sorrow at the same time. After days of searching, I finally gave up looking for her, feeling like an empty shell devoid of any emotion whatsoever. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even think straight anymore, as if my whole life had come crashing down around me. But somehow I managed to get back on my feet and start living again, albeit with a heavy heart that seemed to weigh me down every single day. Months passed, and I had almost given up hope of finding her when suddenly everything changed for the better. My boss called me into his office one morning and told me that he was bringing her back from the hospital where she had been treated for several days after being injured in a car accident. I rushed to see her as soon as possible, eager to reconnect with her after so long apart, but when I saw her lying on a bed with bandages wrapped around her body like a mummy, I was shocked to find out that she had been severely beaten and almost died from her injuries. She looked worse than when I left the hospital weeks ago, as if all her beauty and innocence had been stripped away from her in one brutal act. But even though she was hurt beyond recognition, there was no doubt in my mind that this girl was my true love and only one who could ever fill the void that had been created inside of me when she vanished. So I stood by her side throughout her recovery, holding her hand and supporting her every step of the way until finally she could walk again without any assistance. Her doctors told us it would be months before she would regain full mobility, but we didn't let that bother us. We spent every waking moment together, sharing moments both big and small, laughing until our stomach hurt and crying when things went wrong. But as time passed, I noticed something strange about her behavior. She started becoming cold towards me, refusing to meet my eyes or even talk to me unless she had to, avoiding any physical contact altogether. At first I thought it was just a phase that would pass soon enough, but it only got worse over time until finally I could no longer bear the pain of unrequited love, especially when I knew how much she meant to me and vice versa. We broke up officially two weeks after her discharge from the hospital, and although I still loved her with all my heart, I had to let go so that she could move on with her life. She was too broken inside to ever love anyone else again, and it was best for both of us if we just parted ways and moved forward in life. But even though our relationship had ended, I never stopped thinking about her, wondering how she was doing and whether she had found happiness elsewhere. But as months turned into years, my thoughts drifted further and farther away from her, as if she had been just a passing phase in my life. I started focusing more on myself and less on her, living the life of luxury that money had brought me over the years. Then one day, out of the blue, I received a package at my home address. It was addressed to me personally and contained a letter written by her herself, telling me how much she still cared for me, even though we were no longer together. She also included a picture of herself dressed in red lingerie that she wore during our time together, reminding me of all the good times we had shared. I was so overwhelmed by the sheer generosity and kindness she showed towards me that I couldn't help but cry like a baby. I felt like a little kid again, feeling so grateful for her presence in my life that nothing else mattered anymore. So after reading through the letter several times over, I decided to respond with one of my own, letting her know how much I still cared about her, how much she meant to me and how much joy she brought into my life every single day. I wrote a long letter that went on for pages and pages, telling her how much I missed her and how much it hurt when she was gone. I ended the letter with a promise that I would never forget her, even though we were no longer together. The next day, I received another package in the mail, this time with an envelope inside containing a small cardboard cutout of her dressed in red lingerie, just like the one pictured in her letter. I felt so happy seeing her again, feeling like she had never left my side all along. But then, suddenly, everything changed yet again. A few days later, I received another package at my home address from a mysterious sender who only identified themselves as 'The Pusher'. Inside the envelope was a small capsule with what appeared to be a blue liquid inside of it and a note explaining how to use it: take one pill daily until your desire for her is quenched, but don't exceed two pills per day. At first I was skeptical about taking something like that, as I had never heard of such a thing before. But then, after reading through the letter again and realizing just how much she meant to me, I decided to give it a try, thinking that perhaps this could be the answer to all my problems. I took the pill as instructed each day for one week, feeling nothing at first until suddenly I started experiencing intense cravings for her. My heart raced whenever I thought about seeing her again, my mind wandered off to her whenever I had free time, and I even had dreams about her every night. I knew that this wasn't normal behavior for me, but I couldn't help it, as if she was calling out to me from beyond the grave, begging me to come back to her side. But then one day something happened. I woke up feeling strangely exhausted, almost like I had been running nonstop for hours on end without resting. My body felt heavy and achy all over, as if there were an invisible weight pressing down upon it. I didn't feel well at all, so I decided to take another pill just to see what would happen. After taking the second one, I felt even worse than before, feeling dizzy and nauseous, like I was going to throw up at any moment. I had never taken drugs in my life and certainly not something like this, so when I realized that it wasn't just a placebo effect that made me feel sick, I knew immediately what was happening to me. I was addicted to her, hooked on the memory of our time together like an addict craving their next fix. I tried to quit using the pill after only one week, but it was impossible without experiencing intense withdrawal symptoms that made me feel as if I were being electrocuted every time I tried to avoid thinking about her. It was almost like I had become a zombie, walking around aimlessly with no purpose other than to satisfy my desire for her. I couldn't sleep at night, I couldn't concentrate on work during the day, and I constantly craved more of that blue liquid to numb my pain. So after a long battle against addiction, I finally surrendered and gave in to her power over me, accepting that she was going to be my drug for as long as she lived. And in return, I would use the same methods to ensure that she never forgot me, always remembering how much I cared about her, even though we were no longer together. I became obsessed with finding ways to keep her in my life forever. I bought a camera and started recording every moment of our time together, hoping that it would be enough to make her fall madly in love with me again. And when I wasn't filming our encounters, I edited them into videos so that she could watch them over and over again until her brain went haywire from all the footage I had taken. But one day I received an unexpected email from 'The Pusher'. It was a video file containing what appeared to be a conversation between two people sitting across from each other, talking about me and my obsession with her. I watched it with increasing horror as the conversation turned into something dark and sinister, revealing that they were planning something horrible and unthinkable. I confronted 'The Pusher' via email asking for answers, but all they said was that they would kill her if I didn't give up my obsession with her. They even went so far as to threaten me with physical harm if I continued to pursue her without their approval, which only increased my need to protect her at all costs. I called the police right away, reporting a potential threat towards her life, but they told me that there was no evidence yet that would justify an investigation into her case. So instead of giving up and letting 'The Pusher' win, I decided to take matters into my own hands and do everything in my power to protect her, even if it meant risking my own life. I went online and ordered a gun, which was delivered the very next day, as soon as I could afford it. I practiced using it at the range until I was confident enough to handle it properly without making any mistakes. Then I started planning how to ambush 'The Pusher' and their accomplice whenever they came near her again, hoping that this would be the end of their reign of terror over her life. On the day when 'The Pusher' arrived at her house, I laid in wait across the street, armed with a high-powered rifle. As soon as I recognized them, I took aim and shot them both in the chest, putting them out of commission once and for all. I heard screams of agony rising from their bodies, which echoed throughout the neighborhood, shaking the foundations of every home around us. But it was worth it to protect her from their clutches forever. I made sure they were dead and then set fire to their house as a warning to others not to mess with her again. After everything had calmed down, I ran over to check on her. I knocked on the door and called out her name, but there was no response. I broke down the door using the gun barrel as a lever, which opened up easily after I used my body weight to push it open. I stumbled upon her lying on the floor, breathing heavily and in severe pain. It took all of my strength to carry her out of the house, but luckily there were no flames licking at us, so we made it out alive, albeit with burns and cuts all over our bodies. We survived through it all, even though it seemed impossible at first. But after everything had settled down, I realized that it wasn't all over yet. There was still a burning question hanging over my head: Why did they target her in the first place? What was the reason behind their evil deeds? How could I make sure this never happened again? I started searching for clues about their intentions, hoping to find out more about them and how they managed to get their hands on her. I gathered evidence from their house, which included computer files, papers, and even personal items that would help me understand who these monsters were and what they were capable of doing. It turned out that 'The Pusher' was a small criminal syndicate known as The Bitching Beast, dealing in the black market for drugs and weapons. They operated out of a hideout located on the outskirts of the city, which served as their base of operations for planning and executing their heinous schemes. I collected as much information as possible about them, even though most of it was useless, such as names of the members or locations they used to store their illicit goods. But one piece of information caught my attention: Their leader had a son named Joseph who worked at a local casino as an employee. I decided to make him our main target since he seemed to be in charge of everything, so I started following him around, taking pictures of him and making sure that he wasn't doing anything shady. One night, Joseph came out of the casino looking disheveled and down on his luck. He was visibly upset, shaking his head as if there was no way things could go right for him. I followed him home, waiting patiently outside until he finally made it inside. When he left again the next morning, I followed him once more, hoping that he would lead me to their hideout. I staked out near their hideout, hoping that I'd catch them red-handed in the act of stealing drugs from a truck. I knew exactly where it was located and how to get inside, as I had been there many times before. It turned out that they were expecting me and were ready to make a move against me once more, this time armed with a shotgun. I made sure not to take my eyes off them, but they were too focused on their plan to notice me sneaking in through the back door of the building. I managed to get inside undetected and silently closed it behind me, making sure that nobody saw me enter. I tiptoeing towards their hideout, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I heard footsteps coming closer. My heart started beating faster than ever before, causing me to take a step back and hide in the shadows, hoping they wouldn't spot me. But then one of them walked through the door, almost ran right past me as if he was in a hurry to get something done. I heard a sound from inside, possibly the sound of a safe cracking open. I took a deep breath, making sure that I calmed myself down before heading towards the room they were using for their drugs and weapons. It turned out that I had walked into a trap, as the door opened up and one of them stepped outside with a shotgun in hand. They didn't seem to notice me, focusing solely on cracking the safe open while the other guy was standing guard. I quickly hid around a corner, hoping they wouldn't spot me. But then I heard footsteps coming closer and closer until they finally spotted me and started screaming obscene profanity at me, making me want to run away as fast as possible. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, causing me to drop my gun and sprint like never before through the darkened corridors of the building, hoping that I could get outside without them noticing me. But they were too late, as I had already escaped and was making my way home, completely devoured by anger and rage. I made it back inside the building, causing them to scour the halls in a panic, trying to find me. They seemed desperate, looking everywhere but never giving up hope of finding me. As they continued their search for me, I was already at home, sitting down on my couch and sipping on a cup of coffee as I listened to them looking for me like crazy. I decided to take advantage of their desperation, calling the police and letting them know that I was in my home and they were searching for me. When I hung up, I made sure that I had locked every single window in the house and put a pillow on the floor, lying down to rest and try to catch some ZZZZzzz……….