Liliana's apartment is an unexpected but fitting choice. It's not the sleek, high-rise condo she once inhabited, but for now, it meets her needs—both functional and aesthetic. The complex is situated on a hillside, with two buildings perched on the slopes. She resides in the lower building, her apartment perched just high enough to offer a glimpse of the surrounding area, yet not so high that she feels disconnected from the earth.

The layout is cozy and open, with natural light flooding in at all hours of the day—Liliana has always adored sunlight, and she rarely closes her blinds. The dining room, tucked near the entrance, has a simple but large window that looks out onto the parking lot between the two buildings, where the occasional footstep or passing car might catch her attention. But it's the balcony window that's the true highlight. It opens to a panoramic view of the highway below, framed by a lush barrier of trees—enough to offer some privacy but still a clear window into the world around her.

What's more, the building higher up the hill has an almost too-perfect vantage point. Every floor of the upper building looks directly into Liliana's apartment, making her feel both exposed and… watched. It's a thrilling blend of privacy and vulnerability, knowing she's at the mercy of anyone who's paying attention up there. Out the back, the buildings across the highway offer the same mix of curiosity—a strange sense that people are watching her from a distance, though they'd never admit to it.

Liliana thrives in this tension, relishing the fact that anyone might catch a glimpse of her walking within her apartment in her birthday suit, yet few would dare…

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Liliana does what she always does on Sundays—she orders her groceries while hopping into the shower. After the usual get-together with friends on Saturday, Sunday is her time to reset and prep for the week ahead. It's a quiet routine, just her and the soft hum of the world outside. Instacart is her current go-to; she knows it's more expensive, but it's worth it. The convenience, the time it saves—it's her little luxury. Why spend precious hours wandering the aisles when she can multitask, grabbing her essentials while taking care of herself?

As the water warms, Liliana quickly places her order, mindlessly adding the usual—fruits, veggies, snacks for the week. Then, with a satisfied swipe of the phone, she sets it aside and steps into the steamy shower.

The hot water hits her skin, and she exhales, feeling the tension from the week slowly fade away. The bathroom, fogging up quickly, is her sanctuary—a space where the world falls away, leaving nothing but her thoughts, her routines, and the quiet pleasure of solitude.

Liliana's friends always thought she was quirky—she'd never been shy about her preferences. And why would she be? Quirky was fun. Her shower, for instance, was not just a place to clean, but a sacred space for something more. She had lube tucked away in the cabinet under the sink, alongside a discreet set of silicone butt plugs—her secret weapons for a quick training session.

She grinned to herself. It might raise some eyebrows among her more vanilla friends, but it wasn't just about pleasure—it was about control. It was about stretching out, training her body while enjoying the warmth of the water cascading over her. What better time than now, when the world is far away and all she has to focus on is her own satisfaction?

She reaches for the bottle of lube, squeezing just enough to coat the medium silicone plug she has worked her way up to. The action feels almost ritualistic, soothing, as if she's preparing herself not only for the physical sensation but for what lies beyond the moment—this balance between pleasure and discipline that she thrives on.

As the water keeps flowing, she slowly begins, stretching herself carefully, savoring the slow burn of it. Her fingers move with practiced ease, pushing the plug in, filling her a little more, stretching her a little further. The warm water, the steam swirling around her, the gentle pressure as she trains herself—it's the perfect combination. It's not just a training session; it's a moment of quiet, personal indulgence, where she takes ownership of her body in a way that feels empowering, sensual, and entirely hers.

Time slows in the shower as she continues, lost in the rhythm of it all. By the time she is done washing her hair and her body she is beginning to feel sore. It's been so long since she last fully trained so regularly. As she finishes her shower she hears a chime on her phone, she opens the curtain enough to check and sees that the person is shopping now. Perfect.

She pulls the plug out of her and sets it aside to be cleaned properly later and finishes up her cleaning routine making sure every inch is washed. Before stepping out of the shower she wipes down the shower because in her eyes, she's already in there making things wet, might as well do a quick… rub down.

She grabs her phone and walks through to the dining room and kitchen forgetting her towel opting for an air dry approach. She feeds her two cats and makes a coffee while scrolling through her phone until another chime, the person has finished shopping and is checking out, will be on the way to her soon. She grabs her coffee and heads for the bedroom where she carefully gets dressed and fixes her tangled mess that is her hair. She sips her coffee delicately as she looks at the box on her dresser, a recent gift for her. 

Deciding to finally open the package, she puts her coffee down and pries open the brown Amazon box. She gasps as she looks inside as it is a new glass toy for her ass. One that she had been eying for a while. It wasn't one that had a flared base or a cute flower at the end of it. Instead, it looks like an elongated egg with a string attached to one end of it. She couldn't resist. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down to her knees. She bent over with a knee on her vanity stool and her arm resting on her table. With a squeeze of fresh lube she kept in the drawers next to the vanity she slowly worked the new toy into her freshly washed ass. Moaning as she pushed it deeper and deeper tr, trying to coax it into her already sore hole. Finally she got it all the way in and she was fuller than she had felt in months.

She reveled in what was filling her up inside, only brought out of it by another chime on her phone. The person is on their way to her. Liliana stood up and rebuttoned her pants, feeling naughty for keeping the new toy inside her but she couldn't bare to take it out yet. She was always a sucker for feeling stretched and full both vaginally and anal. 

As she waited for her groceries to arrive she started to clean up her apartment, moving things in the kitchen and cleaning out the fridge. She would squat down on purpose to not only get a better look into the fridge but to feel the glass toy inside her move around. At this point, she couldn't tell if she used too much lube or if she was really so wet. Either way when she shifted her legs in her jeans it rubbed the slick parts of her to cause a wave of shivers go up her spine. 

Her phone chimed again, the instacart shopper was dropping off her groceries. She put on a sweatshirt as she headed to the door waiting there to meet them. After providing them with her ID for the hard cider she purchased, she thanked them for their time and waved them on their way. There were three bags and a box of Bubly and a case of water. She brought in two of the bags first taking them into the kitchen making sure to close her door to prevent her cats from going outside. Walking past the large window she glanced outside and saw a woman standing across the parking lot smoking a cigarette talking with two men. 

One of the men she knew watched her regularly. She could see him try to hide behind he computer that would have otherwise hid his view of her. She saw him peek around the side or over the top, and sometimes she saw him full on stand there watching her in the window. She would tease him whenever she could just to see how long he would watch her for. 

She smirked to herself as she unloaded the groceries, the sound of cans clinking in the bags mixing with the quiet hum of her thoughts. There was something deliciously mischievous about it—this little game she played with him. He thought he was sneaky, hiding behind his screen like a shy voyeur. But she knew he was watching. It made her feel like a little thrill-seeker, as if she could see into his secret world, even if he thought he was the one in control.

She returned to her front door and grabbed the case of another bag and the Bubly making the same trip to the kitchen closing the door again. She dropped the box of Bubly on the counter and unpacked the remaining bag. As she walked past the window the woman had left and the two men were talking as they finished their cigarettes. She could see his eyes were darting toward her window again, like a moth to a flame. She bit her lip, suppressing the urge to wave at him with a coy smile. Instead, she made a slow, deliberate motion of stretching, the fabric of her sweatshirt riding up just a bit.

She couldn't help but wonder: Would he be bold enough to approach, or was he content with the fantasy from a distance?

Either way, she was more than happy to keep the game going.

Finally she grabbed the water and brought it into the house using her foot to close the door this time. As she entered the kitchen one of the men was stomping out their cigarette while the other stared unabashedly now into her apartment making her blush a little. She smiled to herself mischievously as she put some of the water in the fridge, making sure to bounce a few times and letting out a moan of pleasure and soreness that came along with the movement.

After fitting what she could into the fridge, she walked to the front door and opened it to check outside once more, making sure she didn't miss anything. There was another package on her doorstep from Amazon, probably her new shampoo and conditioner she ordered. Liliana reached down and grabbed the box and walked back into her apartment. As she double checked the label to make sure she didn't get her neighbor's stuff again she started to close the door behind her. 

Her heart skipped a beat as the door slammed open, the unexpected force sending her stumbling back against the wall. A sharp breath escaped her lips, her eyes wide, pulse racing as she barely caught herself. The box she had been holding slipped from her grip, crashing to the floor in a muffled thud.

Before she could react, the presence was upon her, close—too close. She could feel the heat of their breath, the weight of their body pressing in, pinning her against the wall with an intensity that made her pulse surge even faster. A soft chuckle, low and dark, rumbled from the person in front of her. The smell of cigarettes on his breath. His hand was holding her neck firmly and as she opened her eyes she was forced to look up into his face.

He closed the door with his foot making sure to hear to door click before he spoke.

"Thought I wouldn't catch you off guard, did you?" The voice was smooth and deep, and with it came a strange thrill—a mix of fear and excitement coiling deep in her stomach.

This was him, the man who'd been watching from afar, the one she'd been teasing from her window. He'd been bold enough to step out of the shadows now, and there was no mistaking the heat of his gaze.

"Thought I'd give you a little surprise," he murmured, his words laced with mischief as he leaned in, his body almost enveloping hers. There was no more hiding now. No more game. He was here, in her space. 

She smirked, her voice a breathy whisper. "Well, looks like you've gotten my attention."

He leaned down and breathed her in at the neck before kissing her deeply, passionately if not crudely. Like a man driven by lust and greed. The kiss came as a shock, fierce and hungry, and for a split second, she couldn't remember where she was. His lips moved against hers with an urgency that made her knees tremble. There was no finesse in his touch—no gentle teasing or careful exploration. He kissed her as though he'd been waiting for this moment, as if every second of watching her from the shadows had led to this.

Her breath caught, a spark of heat spreading through her as she felt the roughness of his hands as they slid across her body, pulling her closer to him, pressing against her as if he couldn't get enough. The rawness of it all sent a thrill through her chest, and she melted into the kiss, her lips parting to meet his in a deep, urgent clash of desires. His hand was now unbuttoning her pants so forcefully she thought he would rip them off. 

She should have pulled away—should have stopped. She didn't even know how his name. But the sensation of his body, the weight of him against her, the way he seemed to consume her with every movement combined with her growing need as she felt the toy move inside her ass making her more wet than before... it made those thoughts slip away.

His mouth left hers for a moment, trailing hot kisses along her jaw, her neck, each one leaving a lingering burn. She could feel the tension in him, the way he was thirsty for her in a way she hadn't expected—no hesitation, no shame. Just pure, unbridled need.

She couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly, the edge of amusement lacing her voice, even as her body betrayed her, responding to him. "Is this how you always introduce yourself?" she teased, the words slipping past her lips before she could stop them.

His response was a low, guttural chuckle, his hands finding their way to her hips, pressing her even more firmly against the wall as he held her there, his gaze wild, his expression possessive.

"Did you think this was a game?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot, heavy. Suddenly, he yanked her hair backwards so that she was looking straight up as he bit into her shoulder. Not enough to draw blood but enough to make Liliana wince and gasp.

Liliana's pulse was racing, a mix of fear and exhilaration flooding her veins. The sharp sting of his teeth on her shoulder had her gasping, her body involuntarily shuddering at the sudden intensity of it all. She felt her breath catch, the unexpected pain sending a thrill through her, as if she were teetering on the edge of something dangerous—and deliciously unknown.

His grip on her hair was unrelenting, pulling her head back until her neck was exposed, vulnerable. He bit again, harder this time, and she couldn't help but wince, the pain mingling with a growing sense of something darker, something raw and primal. She didn't even know this man's name, yet here she was, at the mercy of his hands, of his desire.

Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, and with a forceful movement, she was lifted effortlessly and dragged toward the living room. Her heart was pounding as he moved her like she weighed nothing at all, and she instinctively tried to fight against the pull, but it was no use. She felt him at her back, hot breath on her neck again as he licked a path along her skin, sending another wave of goosebumps across her body.

Then, with a swift motion, he shoved her forward. She barely had time to brace herself before her chest hit the cool fabric of the couch, her body draped awkwardly over the armrest. The sensation of being exposed, of being vulnerable in that moment, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

She struggled to move, but the pressure of his hands on her was unyielding. Before she knew it, he had expertly bound her hands behind her back with what felt like the rough material of a belt. The sensation was jarring, the tightness biting into her wrists, but she couldn't bring herself to fight him—not yet. There was something about the way he controlled her, the raw power he exerted over her body, that had her caught in the moment.

Her breath came fast and shallow, the tension in the air thick as he loomed over her, his presence like a shadow that pressed down on her, leaving no room for escape.

She swallowed hard, her voice a low whisper. "What are you going to do now?" It was a question, but also a challenge. She had no idea what was coming next, but the mystery was both terrifying and irresistible.

Without saying a word, he tore her pants down to her knees and thrust his cock inside her making her moan out loud and shudder. She wasn't sure if he was small or big because combined with the glass toy in her ass he filled her completely and stretched her some. With her legs pinned together by her jeans, it felt even tighter. He was animalistic in his thrusts into her. She could hear him grunting as he took her. 

"Fuck you feel so good." He almost growled it into the air as he thrust her hips forward into the couch.

She couldn't help but respond to him by thrusting backwards into him because truth was, it felt amazing. "You're stretching out my fucking pussy." She moaned the words in pleasure.

She could feel the need swelling inside her. The combination of the everything inside her, she wasn't sure how long she could hold everything in, and soon she was pulsating and convulsing. "Cum you fucking whore!"

Liliana was almost crying as wave after wave hit her. He thrust a few more times into her and then forced her up to sit on the couch with her arms still tied behind her and now her legs shaking. He invaded her mouth and she could taste herself on him making her grow with need again. He attacked her throat, shoving his cock deeper and deeper down her throat until she couldn't breathe. She closed and opened her throat to massage his tip, which caused him to grab her by the hair again.

He pulled completely from her mouth, making Liliana gasp for air as spit poured from her mouth and onto her sweatshirt and legs. He dove into her mouth again cupping her chin so he can get the right angle pleasing to him. Her throat started to get raw, and she opened her mouth as big as she could for him while sticking out her tongue. She allowed the buildup of saliva continue to pour from her mouth not even bothering to swallow any of it. 

"Fuck, you're good at this. What a fucking slut." He chuckled deeply to himself as Liliana opened her eyes and looked up at him. 

He withdrew completely from her abused mouth and slapped her across the face hard enough that she fell sideways onto the velvet couch. "You want to act like a slut, you'll get treated like one." He then pulled Liliana's pants so that she was pulled off the couch. He arranged her so that she was on her knees facing the couch with her top half on the couch. He pressed her down so she couldn't move and started to push into her ass now.

She felt the toy getting pushed deeper and deeper into her until it stops. "Well, look what we have here." He sounded amused as he reached down and took hold of the long string hanging out of her. He pulled himself out of her ass and with it he slowly pulled the toy too. As it got to her hole entrance and was slowly being pulled out Liliana gasped and groaned. She felt it being pulled tantilizingly slow out of her and she was pretty sure he allowed it to be sucked back in a few times until eventually it seemed to pour out of her. 

He held the toy in front of her face so she could see it. "What the fuck is this thing?" he was highly amused at what he was witnessing.

"Please," Liliana begged.

"That's right, beg for it. Do you want me to put this back in your ass? Or would you rather this," he then shoved his cock into her ass causing her eyes to roll backwards as he fully pushed into her. She moaned as he slowly moved inside her. "So which is it going to be?"

The words were out of her mouth before she could think. "Please," she moaned as he pushed his entirety into her again and kept it there. She then looked back at him with a devilish grin. "I want both."

The look of surprise on his face only lasted a moment, and then he smiled handsomely. "You got it." He thrust into her a few more times so forcefully she started crying. Not out of pain but happiness. He really did feel so good inside her. 

It was a moment before he withdrew from her again and she felt the toy press against her hole. She felt him manhandle one of her ass cheeks as he pushed the toy back inside her. She groaned again and pushed backwards as the largest part of the toy was pushed inside her. Then she felt his cock rub against her hole, teasing it. She felt him spit on her ass. A direct shot. 

As she started rocking side to side, waiting for him to enter her, she jolted at the surprise of feeling his fingers dive into her pussy. He started playing with his fingers inside her until she started feeling her need rise again. "Cum bitch. I need something to fuck your ass with." Before she could protest she could feel the familiar swell and she started cumming. She could feel liquid fall down her legs, and it felt like an explosion from within.

She could hear herself cumming as he kept fingering her. Soon she felt another finger and then another until she was pretty sure his whole hand was inside her pussy. She kept trying to pull her legs apart to let more of him inside her, but her jeans prevented any movement. It was so tight, and she had nowhere to go as he was pinning her to the couch. She started shaking, and it was only then that he pulled away from her.

She took a moment to catch her breath and looked back at him to see him licking her juices off his fingers, and there was a lot of juice. He saw her watching him. He kept eye contact with her as he wiped the rest of his cock and then he pushed deep inside her again making sure to hold his hand on the string. 

Her mouth opened but no sound came out and her eyes rolled to the back of her head again. Liliana felt his hand go under her sweatshirt and bra as soon as he was pulling at her right nipple then her left. Making sure to pinch them so hard, she yelled out in pain. The toy was now nicely pushed deep into her ass and he was thrusting so hard it's like he was using the toy for target practice. Soon, he slowed as his breath quickened. He was trying to pace himself. 

The hand that was on her nipples dove between her legs and he started to rub Liliana's clit giving it it's first attention of the day. At first, it is slow circles and as she started reacting he became more energized. Soon Liliana was cumming again, but she was sure she had run out of any liquid left in her body. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he was moaning loud again as his thrusts became more chaotic. He was angling downwards, and it was hitting every right spot. Liliana started to open and close her hands and was trying desperately to push him out of her, he was going so deep inside she was feeling something building that she had never experienced before. He took that as a sign to keep going with longer, harder strokes. He held her hands in place and used them to anchor himself until she felt herself cumming from somewhere she never felt before. She was cumming hard and for the first time from being solely fucked in the ass. 

Right when she was beginning to see stars and a full body convulsion started she could hear him grunting and moving in short bursts that told her he was cumming. It didn't take long for him to recover himself enough to pull out of her ass, pull the toy out with it and shove deep into Liliana's ass again. He had cum already, but he had the ability to cum again soon after. 

After he was done with her he wiped his spent cock on the back of her sweatshirt, unbound her hands and slapped her on the ass before walking out of her apartment, closing the door behind himself without saying a single word to her.

She stayed where she was for a moment, smiling in ecstasy. She was actually happy that he left after he came. Because how awkward is that conversation? "Hello strange man from the neighboring apartment, thank you for cumming in my ass, have a good day now. Bye." She looked around and saw that he had placed her new toy on the wood table behind the couch. And as she pulled her pants back up and buttoned them, her phone buzzed. 

"We'll meet you at the restaurant in 30 minutes." It was her friends texting her about the plans they had made. 

She smiled lazily as she texted back. "Good. I'm starving."