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Im not entirely sure when you started stalking me, but I do remember the moment I realized something was off in my life. It started with an occasional open window, a few misplaced items, the faint smell of cigarettes on my sheets - little things. I suppose everyone has the feeling that someone is watching them, but for me I could see you, catch you from the corner of my eye, see your shadow on a wall or hear your breathing coming from inside my closet. It felt concerning at first, but after time, as I walked home alone from the Diner each night, I felt safer knowing you were there. After all, I'd been noticing you for months, and I assumed if you wanted to hurt me, you would have by now, and surely you wouldn't let anyone else do me any harm either. I told myself that you may just be some fucked up guardian angel. I wondered who you were, what you were like..
Why of all people were you following me?
I set up cameras you know, right outside my window, hoping I could catch you in the act. Didnt know what to expect when I replayed the footage from an app I installed on my phone, my heart pounding when I finally saw you...
Now how is it fair that you happen to be gorgeous?
Made it difficult to sleep, I felt the dark circles around my eyes grow as my night-time activities began cutting into my rest. I'd feign unconciousness as I'd hear you open my window and creep in.
How am I supposed to not fall in love with you when you caress me so gently? When your seductive voice keeps saying the kindest things to me and you dont even know I'm listening? How am I supposed to keep my composure as you stroke my hair and run your fingers over my skin?
It was torture each night to try and contain myself as you fondled me, I'd feel you crawl into bed beside me, wrap your thin arms around my waist and I'd feel your breath, hot and sweet against the side of my face and neck. Every movement was slow and careful, probably because you didn't want to wake me. Id try to stop myself from whimpering when I'd feel you grind against me, the rough texture of denim against the sensitive skin on my thigh, painfully aware of the bulge growing within the confines of your pants, wanting desperately to touch you back. Wanting so much more as all the heat in my body travels down into all my most intimate places, having my insides coil when I feel you shudder, grasping. The slight dampness I feel against me makes me flush with arousal, knowing that you finished, pathetically cumming in your jeans as you pant into the pillow beside me.
" Oh Darling " you whisper in the dark. "I love you, and I'm all yours forever " Your voice echoing within the dark walls of my brain. Every night a new set of sweet words, each dripping with the same sentiment.
"I would do anything for you, My Love"
I was unaware if you knew about the cameras, if perhaps we were playing a strange game together, you and I. Maybe you saw me watching you back, and liked it as much as I did. I'd try to hide it, but it's hard to do so when I'm never sure if you're there.
I developed an attitude of acceptance, if you were going to see- so be it, it's easier without secrets anyways. However I assumed you must have been too busy - either watching me or trying not to get caught - to notice my habit of trying to find out who you are. Spending time scrolling through search engines or social media on my laptop, or cross referencing screenshots of you from my phone.
I found your Youtube account one day while scrolling, it was hard to mistake you among all the other people. My heart skipped when I saw a thumbnail featuring your toothy grin next to some cheap product, apparently you make review videos online? That made it easy to find your name, Peter.
I watched through them hungrily in my free time, the lighting on the videos was much more flattering than that of my "security" footage and the fact that you are so attractive fills me with a heat that flows down the back of my neck and pools within my abdomen. Feeling hot excitement when I'd watch you, your voice playing through my headphones, my stomach tumbling as the thought arose that you could be watching me in that moment as my hand trailed down and I began to touch myself gently through my panties, letting the sound of your voice mix with the memories of you grasping me while you pant in my ear. I look at your face while remembering your breath on my neck and your hands on my skin, trying desperately not to give myself away, not moan out the name I had discoved online, thinking it would be too much if I started calling out for you.
Masturbation became a much more exciting activity, fueled by the thoughts of your voice, your smell, your touch, your face, the growing torment of the edging you perform on me each night, coupled with the thought that every time I slipped my hand between my legs you might be enjoying the show, perhaps even participating. It was all delicious agony. With each self fulfilled orgasm my resolve to have you grew, to keep you for a night, perhaps forever.
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Having your eyes on me constantly proved difficult in ways I could have never anticipated, as I said earlier, I loved being watched, however my desire to have you approach me was consuming.
I once saw you looking through the window at my work but you had disappeared by the time I made my way outside. You were always disappearing. You were like a scared puppy, always running away when I'd make my way towards you. I didn't want to frighten you or embarass you with the knowledge I had accumulated, and selfishly I loved the thrill of whatever fucked up thing we had. The fear came seeping in that maybe if I tried to make something real from it, I would end up disappointed. The silly notion that this man who would break into my apartment every day might not be an ideal choice.
However this building pressure welling up inside me was driving me crazy, so I decided to make a couple changes. I'd take a shower in the evening, lounging in my towel before bed, hoping you would be around to see. I scrolled through my phone, making exaggerated motions of exhaustion after a while, rubbing my eyes and forcing a yawn. As my chest rises I feel my skin redden as I ponder your presence. I remove my towel, cheating my body towards the corner of my room, grabbing a soft t-shirt and slipping it over my naked frame, I brush my thumbs over my nipples and let out a soft mew from the friction, every sensation heightened by the idea of you watching me. Deciding to forgo the underwear on purpose, curious as to what you'll do to me, and secretly wishing for you to take advantage. As I climbed into bed I positioned myself loosely under the blanket, turning on my side so I was facing away from my window. My eyes would switch from sleep to alert as I waited in anticipation.
I wondered if you're there, thoughts racing through my mind: what if he doesn't come tonight,
maybe I should get some sleep,
what if I miss him
I could always try again...
But then I hear the quiet crack of the window as you push it open and my breath catches in my throat. I try to maintain my breathing but it becomes more difficult the closer I hear you get to me. I can sense your presence over me even before I feel you run a finger across my cheek, I take the opportunity to switch positions, pretending to readjust in my sleep, turning onto my back and laying my hands to either side above my head so you could take in the site of my breasts through my shirt,
and the trap was set.
I felt a sense of gratification when after a few moments I felt your fingers graze over my hardened nipples.
" Please make that sound again " I heard you whisper, the soft growl of your voice was intoxicating. However I wasn't sure what sound you wanted and I assumed you were refering to something you heard while you were watching me, since I've been purposely careful not to make any sounds. A task that was becoming more challenging as you pushed a large hand beneath my shirt. I was sure my heartbeat would betray me, so loud in my ears I was certain you could hear it, or even feel it. Trying to breathe slowly as you ran your hand over my body.
I left everything so open for you, so easy to access, and your exploration threatens to unravel me in front of you.
Your touch makes its way up to my chest, fingers grazing my bare nipples, you lift my shirt and the cold air is a reminder of how exposed I am, the contrast in temperature turning me on more. Getting more intense as you slip down the blanket, just past my hips so the cold air hitting the heat between my legs causes my already swollen clit to twitch slightly. I let out a soft unintentional moan in response... which seems to please you greatly because I hear a muffled groan, as if you put something into your mouth to silence the unintended sound. Theres was a long moment afterwards, a level of suspense I had never felt before. I just laid there, exposed, I ached so desperately for your hands once again.
Thats when I heard the sound of a camera click, and I felt myself run hot at the realization that you were taking pictures of me. I wondered if you would be taking video as well, the thought of you touching yourself to this later caused even more arousal.
"You're so perfect, Love. I could stare at you forever"
With my eyes closed every touch was magnified and it was hard to control the way my body would react to each sweep of your fingertips slowly tracing my pelvic bone and following the crease of my thigh. I feel your thumb swipe across my slit for just a moment and I lost the ability to breathe, air catching in my throat as I continue my act of obliviousness.
You plant small kisses leading from my collarbone to my belly button, your lips are soft and the air coming from them is warm and humid, I can smell your cologne mixed with the smell of my own arousal.
It felt amazing to have you trace every inch of me, slow, almost lazily, for what felt like hours. Worshipping me.
" Im yours "
" Your slave, your pet, anything you want " You say quietly as you trail down my ribcage with your fingertips, my pussy almost sore from need. I could feel the puddle forming on the sheet below me.
Mine.
My slave.
My pet.
" God I wish I could fuck you, Darling " I heard before I felt something wet slide across my neck.
Your words burned themselves into me, carved a spot along the same path your fingers travelled. Sadly this night would be the greatest torture I had ever endured, I suppose I should be glad you're not the type to rape someone, but my sexual frustration had reached it's peak and as you got up to scurry away to your hiding place I fantasized about how my next trap would be foolproof.
I was going to make you my pet for real.
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Work was becoming hard to do through the brain fog, just swimming in a sea of hormones and potential scenarios as I carefully planned my next move. Towards the end of my shift I could sense my coworkers concern for my state of mind and obvious lack of sleep, but I assured them I was fine and not to worry. I left quickly once I clocked out, not leaving time for usual after work chit-chat.
Walked down the street, taking a different route home. I saw you shortly before I made my way inside a local pet store, the bell on the door alerted a salesperson to my arrival and I was met with a cheery "How can I help you?"
"Im about to adopt a very large dog and I just need some supplies" I lied, but they were happy to help me, anyway. There was a giddy feeling when the bell jingled and I saw you enter the store as I was led off to another section.
I placed a few items into my basket, trying to be inconspicuous as I pass you. You seemed momentarily distracted by the reptile section, made me wonder if you owned any. I stopped on the opposite side of the aisle, where they kept a selection of assorted lizards and snakes, saying hello to a tiny corn snake behind the glass. Grinning happily as he flicked his tongue at me.
"Beautiful" I heard a familar voice say. As tingles ran up my spine. I turned to see you standing behind me, my eyes got wide and my mouth became dry. "W-what?" I stammer
"That's a really beautiful snake, I saw you looking at him"
I watched your eyes travel down my body and land on the basket in my hand, my face growing crimson. I move the basket behind me.
"Do you have a dog?" you ask, even though I know you know that I definitely don't. My heart is pounding in my ears, making it hard to focus on talking to the handsome man in front of me.
"Not yet" I squeak, trying not to be as nervous as I feel. "I'm planning on getting one soon" I lie awkwardly. You grin, your half lidded eyes looking down at me.
"Must be a big one" you smiled, showing off your white fangs, Making me weak.
I laugh in response, your size looming over me making me feel small. Your familar smell causing a pavlovian effect on my insides.
"Yeah, he will be. I really just need something to protect me from all the weirdos out there, you know" I try to come up with an excuse just in case you're on to me, or maybe you know what I'm doing and this is flirting? My body was completely unprepared for this interaction.
You return with your own laugh. Even with all the videos I had seen of you I didn't know how bright your eyes got when you looked at me.
Perhaps I could abort the plan? Maybe I could give him my number and we could just go on a date like regular people. Sit in a resturant, order some wine, talk about our childhoods and move in together, plan a wedding, have a litter of children. Oh god, what am I thinking?
As if through some divine intervention, there was a loud bang as one of the displays crashed forward and an overly excited dog whipped through the store. My fight or flight took hold and I rushed towards the counter, my face and ears burning.
I take the opportunity from the distraction to check out and make my way through the exit.The hand holding the plastic shopping bag was beginning to sweat as I replayed my plan inside my head, I was scared I'd only have one chance to do this correctly because I wasn't sure what would happen if I didn't suceed. I may have already ruined it by talking to you, but what are the chances you even knew the supplies were for you?
I get home and placed everthing carefully within the folds of my bed, I was finally ready to play with my pet tonight.
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I'm not sure how long after I left the store that you continued to follow me, but in the early evening I saw you briefly outside my apartment, I had gotten quite good at picking you out of a crowd, athough with looks like yours that wasn't hard to accomplish.
As it got dark I drew the curtains competely, which I'm sure drove you crazy. I had a habit of leaving some space open just in case for you, but I secretly wanted to torture you tonight, make you even more desperate to cross the threshold of my room so I could play with you as soon as possible.
As I readied myself for bed I turned out the light, the room feeling darker than usual with the curtains completely closed. It always takes so frustratingly long for you to enter my room each night, I'm sure because you're trying to be sneaky and it's cute how hard you try but my mind is racing as I wait patiently, still buzzing from our conversation earlier.
Holding my hand on the flashlight I had stashed under my pillow. I breathe gently, relieved when I hear the familiar sound of my window, the moment I feel you reach the edge of the bed I turn the flashlight on you, catching you by surprise.
"Hello Peter"
The wide-eyed stare of your piercing blue eyes sent a whole swarm of butterflies through me. You were so cute, and so close. I swallowed hard as a command powered through my throat. "Sit."
Shockingly you complied, taking a knee at the edge of my bed, I felt a rush at how fast you followed instruction, so obedient. I flipped on my bedside lamp, bathing you in soft orange light.
I tried to keep my voice from shaking as I ordered you to to strip for me. Your face taking on a sultry look I had yet to see from you, one that gave me pleasurable chills.
You stood up to kick off your shoes, standing at the edge of the bed, I started to realize exactly how tall you are, head just barely from touching the ceiling, much taller than anyone I knew. Well over 6 foot, honestly intimidating to behold as you towered over me.
You were wearing a black sleeveless hoodie, which you removed first, afterwards bringing your hands down the hem of a worn blue sweater, slipping it over your head I was shocked to see your thin and muscular frame littered with pink scars. You caught me staring greedily, lips parted as I imagined the taste of your skin, I wanted to read your etchings like braille using my lips. You reached for the button on your pants before I ordered you to stop. Trying to keep my flustered voice from cracking, because I wanted so bad for you to continue.
"I have something for you" I said as I shook myself back to reality, grabbing my purchase from earlier from underneath my blanket and tossing it to you, landing with a dull thud and a clink as it hit the bed. "Put it on, Pet."
It was a thick collar, like one would use for a particularly large breed of dog, the chain attached was also heavy and made noise as the whole thing lifted and you placed it around your neck. My eyes followed the path of the chain down your belly, biting my lip when I reached the front of your pants. Your body was delicious. I enjoyed so throughly the sight of you and I had waited so long to drink you in like this.
"So you like to watch me?" I ask as I position myself on my sheets, I slipped up the short cotton nightgown I was wearing revealing nothing underneath, spreading my legs so you had a full view.
"Yes. I do" You growl.
I slide the whole garment off, tossing it at your chest, I watch as you bring it to your face and inhale my scent deeply, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, letting out a groan.
My fingers play with the folds between my legs, I can feel how wet I've gotten already as I slide my finger from slit to clit, leaning my head back performitively as I moan your name. I relished the look on your face, the look of your sharp teeth biting at your lip.
"Take off your pants" I say hungrily as I continued to touch myself, your hands undoing the button and slipping down a pair of black jeans. Your cock springs up as its released from its prison, creating a tent in your boxers. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and I let out a gasp in reaction to the size of you, it makes my mouth water as I imagine running my tongue over it. Your naked form excites me to the very core.
I stop my self exploration to slide over to the edge of the bed, dangling my legs off the side, running a hand over your body as I feel the muscles in your abdomen quiver from my touch. I gently caress you the way you do to me every night, slowly moving my fingertips downwards, watching your member twitch when I brush at the base.
I pull roughly on the chain attached to the collar, surprising you and causing you fall harshly to your knees, your face close to mine as I bring myself in, I taste the side of your neck and run my tongue against your ear "Put your hands behind your back" I say as I nibble at your earlobe, reaching my hands around to secure a pair of leather cuffs I had stolen from my roomate around your wrists. They had rings that I fed into the collar behind your neck, causing your hands to pull behind you when I held the chain taut.
I yank down again to prove that it works as your shoulders stretch back and it causes the collar to cut into your throat. You let out an amazing sound mixed with pleasure and pain that lights up my soul like fire.
You lick your lips as I hold you there and it makes me want to do the same. I run my tongue over your lip and plunder inside your mouth. When our tongues collide it causes you to make a deep moan in my mouth. I smile as I part our lips.
"Such a horny dog, I bet you'd hump my leg if I let you" I smirk knowing full well your nightly activities.
You let out a "Yes" but your voice is thick with unbridled lust.
"Do it" I command. Letting you crawl on top of me, as you position yourself.
I can not begin to explain the excitement of having you, so tall and intimidating, long muscles and bones draped and contorted around me as your cock slides against my leg, similar to how you would grind against me in my sleep but this is different. Your head resting on my bare thigh where I can feel you breathing, drool creeps from the corner of your mouth and onto my naked skin. Your eyes closed in bliss as I pet you gently, taking in just how attractive you are when you're like this.
I run my fingers along your back, a tattoo that blends in with your scars is plastered across your shoulders. A large heart with a crudely written "YOURS" in the middle.
"Yes. Mine." I whisper as I give you one last pet. I can tell from experience you're getting close, by your ragged breathing and the desperation of your thrusts, but I want this to last. I push you from me, having you fall helpless to the floor. Unable to catch yourself since your hands are still restricted. The shock on your face and your naked body splayed on my floor gave me sadistic pleasure.
Your surprise doesn't have time to last as I yank at your chain and pull your face towards my hips.
"Eat." My order is short and hard to misconstrue as I shove your face between my legs. However an unnecessary gesture because once I had told you what to do you immediately followed. Lunging towards my pussy hungrily.
"God, you're such a good boy" I almost scream when your thick girthy tongue laps at my swollen pussy. The shock I felt when I looked down to see your face, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed, those sweet, tired eyes contrasting to that long tongue and shark like fangs. The look and feel of you was overwhelming. I released my hold of your chain which allowed your hands to release and you took advantage of it so quickly, grabbing onto my thighs, spreading me wider. I collapsed down on the bed, my back beginning to arch. As you expertly slid your tongue over my puffy clit, you brought a hand up, pressing on my womb, putting pressure on the outside as your tongue snakes its way inside of me. Your hot breath on the moisture between my legs causes a shiver to run through the center of my body, everything's hot except the contrasting air coming from your mouth against my heated sex.
Everything that had been building was crumbling around me as I stumbled towards climax. I was afraid I was unable to stop.
"Cum for me, Darling" you whisper into me.
I felt myself coil and snap as I began making noises I didn't intend to make, dark, light, urging, pulsating, and I fell over the edge, blissfully calling out for you as I dug my nails into the bed.
The world was a blur for a moment, but that was all you needed as you climbed on top of me
"I've waited long enough" You hiss in a serpent like tone. I felt the weight of you push down on me, you sliding your cock over my sensitive cum ridden clit, causing me to scream out. The friction on the sensitive area was maddening. The chain from your collar touching the hot skin of my stomach, I must have looked uncomfortable because you sat up to remove the chain, however the collar and the cuffs you left on. I take in the site of you on top of me. Hard and naked, skin flushed and slick with sweat, looking at me wantonly. You catch me staring and your face turns to the sexiest smirk, almost laughing at how bad I want you. I feel my already blushing face get hotter.
You watch my face as you slowly inch your length inside, watching every second as you fill me, the eye contact makes me nervous, but painfully aroused. I can barely stand it. The smell of me lingers thick in the air and on you. I beg softly for more and I can tell that every word and action I do is turning you on. Your lust is intoxicating.
You trail your hands up my body and run your thumbs over my nipples as your cock reaches my cervix, I begin panting at the sensation of you filling me so entirely. You start thrusting harder, every sound I make turns you into more of an animal as your carnal desire takes over, using my tight pussy to please yourself. Showering me with words of worship as you do so
" You're so beautiful when you cum, The noises you make are exquisite, my love" You bury your head into my neck, threatening to nick me with one of your sharp teeth but hesitant.
" Bite me, please " I beg as I move my head to the side, wanting so badly for you to mark me, to have evidence of your love carved into my body for everyone to see, and I let out a long loud sound when you dig your teeth into my shoulder, I clench around you tightly, digging my nails into you hard enough to draw blood.
I warned you of my impending orgasm with a moan, even though I was sure you could tell by the way my cunt was reacting to you that I was getting close. I ripped my nails down your back as you shoved yourself as deep as you could into me, Im not sure who came first but as my pussy contracted around you I felt your hips shudder and a warmth filled me, pulsing within my walls as your seed covered my insides, threatening to overflow.
I tried to catch my breath as you rolled over beside me on to your back. I turned to you, taking a chance to trace my fingers over the engravings all over your chest. I really wanted to ask about them, but perhaps at a more appropriate moment.
I drift off to sleep, nuzzling up to you, taking in the familiar smell of your cologne and cigarette smoke.
You're gone when I wake up, making me wonder if it was a dream, but the pain on my shoulder reminds me of the whole night. I press down on it the pain gives me a rush of dopemine as memories of you flood my mind. The collar and cuffs are placed neatly on my bedstand on top of a hand written note
'I'll see you soon, Darling' I felt myself swoon as I held the note to my heart as one truth becomes undeniably evident:
I'm falling in love with my stalker.