The Stalker

In addition to that thing I just posted, here's a weird little story I just wrote. It's not very porny, but um... Here it is, none the less. haha



"I love you.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a stalker. I've been watching you for years now. It started when we were classmates. We weren't friends, or really even acquaintances, but you helped me pick up the books I dropped once. Since then, I found myself noticing you more and more, but I was too shy to talk to you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I ended up following you around, from a safe distance. Keeping notes about your routines and stuff. I have a folder on my computer filled with photos of you, some taken from facebook, others snapshots I took with my cellphone. There was one hot summer day, while I was hiding in the bushes of your neighbour's house, when you were mowing the lawn. Lady Luck must have been smiling upon me, because you took your shirt off and I got a lot of great shots. They are my prized possessions. I pleasure myself while looking at them on a regular basis. I also admit I once stole a sweaty gym shirt from your locker to sniff.

I know it is creepy, but I have no regrets. I am not a bad stalker, however, I would never do anything to hurt you. Years have passed, and we're no longer in school. I don't get to stalk you around town, nearly as often, so I have to be contented with internet stalking. Recently, I decided that I need to move on with my life, so I will be taking a job in another state, where I can hopefully forget about you.

But before I go, please consider one request from someone who has watched over you faithfully for the last few years: I would like you to take my virginity and have your way with me. "

^ This is the letter I left on the coffee table, after I snuck into his house, but before I tied myself up with some self-bondage I learned from the internet. I also managed to blindfold and gag myself. I did it so that I would be in a comfy armchair facing the door, with my arms tied over my head and my legs spread over the chair's arms, and tied in place. Don't ask me how I managed that all myself, I don't think I could get free from it, though. I hope he comes home soon, before I lose my nerve.

I'm not completely naked. I was too embarrassed, so I left on my bra, panties, and kneesocks. But I left some scissors on the coffee table, by the note, so he can cut away the rest of my clothes. I also left a variety of sex toys, since I wasn't sure what he's into.

I wait like this for about an hour, getting progressively more excited. My pussy is practically throbbing with anticipation. Then I hear the phone ring, and because no one is home to answer, it goes to the answering machine. It's him, his voice makes my heart pound until I realize what he's saying. It's a message for his roommate. (I didn't even know he had one.) He is saying he won't be home tonight, because he and his date have booked a hotel. My heart sank.

Just then, I hear the door unlock and unfamiliarly heavy footsteps entering the room. It must be the roommate. He whistles, then comes over for a closer look and to read the note.

"Well then," he says, after putting the paper down, "Don't mind if I do."

The end!
Or... To be continued! (But probably not!)