I don’t consider my behaviour to be unusual, at least not in the beginning. I considered it as a mild curiosity, usually how it starts isn’t it. You see something that interest you and it causes you to be curious. You would want to know something’s about it at first, then the more you know is the more you want to get to know especially if you like what you find.
There are certain things I’d never thought about doing until this little curiosity grew into an obsession. I was living the life I lived until I saw a beautiful woman walk out of a bookstore. I should have just let her go but I stopped her and had a two-minute conversation that left me with this aching need to know more things about her. I could have done it the regular way and physically or technologically communicated with this woman but for some odd reason I decided a different route would be far more intriguing.
So, I searched for her on social media. That’s not odd though is it, we all do it or at least some of us do. I searched for her, and I found her. Then I decided it wasn’t enough. That aching need began to grow with the more information I discovered. When I had exhausted all the content of her social media, and the ache didn’t reduce for a second. I knew I needed more of her. I decided checking her posts daily and regularly throughout the day would help fill this curiousity, but it wasn’t still enough.
It wasn’t enough seeing her random posts ever so often anymore. I wanted to see her physically. That’s how I found myself in places I know she would be. A Starbucks today, a library tomorrow. Seeing her daily should have been enough to pacify me but I’ve always been greedy especially with something that I considered as mine. This was the point that I realized that my little curiosity had turned into something far more stronger.
I didn’t just want to see her every day. I wanted to be around her every minute of the day. That was the moment I decided to make contact with her, and I ended up in her house for dinner. Then I tasted her. I couldn’t get enough, but she didn’t want to go further. I have always been known for my patience. That’s how I stayed away from her all these months without making contact. But now I was in her space, touching her, kissing her and she wanted me to stop. Something in me woke up at that moment and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk away. I had to touch her more, kiss her more, feel her more, fuck her, and that’s exactly what I did.
I raped her. I took her without consent or care for what she wanted. I knew I needed to have her, and I did exactly that. Do I regret my actions? If I could go back, would I do things differently? The answer is NO! I would do everything the exact same way, no hesitation. I know how that makes me sound and look but to be honest I don’t give a fuck.
It was the first time I’ve ever done something so vile that I knew I had to leave right after. I went home waiting for the regret or shame or even remorse, but I felt nothing. I hoped that maybe now that I had done all this that the aching need would leave me but it didn’t. It grew more and more intense. I spent the first week just waiting and questioning myself and what I’d become.
The middle of the third week I decided that some questions just didn’t have answers. The aching need had become too uncomfortable to bare that I decided I needed to see her. Once I saw her, I decided I needed to follow her around. I followed her everywhere. She acted cautious though. Looking over her shoulders and observing her surroundings more intently. I knew she was looking for me. I also knew she couldn’t see me either. I just loved to watch her.
I spent six long months watching her. It was hard but it was so rewarding when I saw that shocked, terrified look on her face when she came home and found me in her house. Her obedience when I told her to come to me, then strip got me so fucking hard I was ready to fuck her brains out right there. But I didn’t.
Its been six long months since I touched her or anyone else and I wasn’t going to rush it. I told her to get on her knees and she did. I told her to crawl, and she did. I told her to kiss me, and she did. My sweet obedient girl. I missed her so much, watching her wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. Having her this close to me was far more acceptable.
I took my sweet time tasting her before I carried her to her bedroom. I laid her on the bed as I stripped for her. Her eyes never left mine and mine never left hers. I started from her feet, kissing every inch of her delicate body till I got to her lips again. Neck kisses were her weakness, so I spent extra time on them. Going lower to her shoulders leaving marks everywhere. Biting and sucking her soft tender breast while pinching the nipples of the other. Then switching. Licking a trail from her chest of her belly button.
Spreading and lifting her legs to my shoulder. Then tasting that juicy pussy. Sucking on that clit and getting harder by the sounds she was making. Savouring in her juices, her climax not so far off and when it came, I didn’t stop. She trembled so violently I knew it was time for me to stop. Now would have been the perfect time for her to choke on my dick but today was about her.
So with her legs on my shoulder and my knees on the bed, I put my dick slowly into her cunt. Fuck! She’s so damn tight. As much as I wanted to just shove myself into her, I didn’t. I want to savour every moment and make her feel good. So inch by inch I slowly slid into her. When I was all the way in I felt so free. All the weeks of waiting had been worth it.
Slow deep thrusts and that cute gasp whenever I went in. I didn’t want to fuck her, I wanted to make love to her ad that’s what I did. With our eyes trapped on each other I made passionate love to my new obsessions. I wanted her to understand that I wanted her and now that I have her, I’m never letting go again. The climax was knee buckling but our eye never left each other’s.
After we came, I cleaned us both up. She looked so tired. I’m sure she expected me to leave like last time, but I didn’t. I’m never leaving her again. I got into bed with her and held her. She slept off almost immediately while I lay awake looking at her beautiful face. I had originally planned to fuck her and leave but I couldn’t. I don’t sleep much so when I eventually fell asleep, I woke up 3 hours later.
I didn’t move, I just watched her. And in that moment, I realised that I was in love with her. She’s mine now and there is no escape. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting me to still be there when she woke up but the smile on her face showed that she loved the fact that I was.
That was how I spent every night at hers, till I started to contemplate moving in at this point. She knows she’s mine now and she loved the idea. And I’m her hers too. Forever.
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