Cuddle naked with the kidnapper

Your kidnapper turns around and walks towards towards the mattress. It's a single. Dingy, stained, no sheets. There's a tv at the foot of it.

The door is tantalizing close. One dash, and you could be free. Naked and cold in a bad neighbourhood, but free. But the boy is... the kidnapper is yummy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe you'd just cuddle.

He lies down and waves the gun casually.

"Come on."

You bashfully walk over. It's embarassing, but oddly intimate. There's something cozy about the run-down room.

You lie down, and he puts his arm around you. He's warm. The arm feels good . His hand runs over your freckles.

The tv goes on, muffled, indistinct. You close your eyes and rest your head on his chest. This isn't so bad. You can hear his heart beat.

Your arm is falling is asleep. You shift and your arm falls on his stomach, slides. Something is hard in your hand.

You melt in his arms.

Suddenly, he's kissing you. You kiss back. He's bristly. It feels right. There's a hand between your legs. You are wet.

You are on your back. He's on top. His cock goes in.