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Story: Obsessed-
He seems so dedicated to me somehow and it heats me up, heats up the cold I’ve been feeling inside. I’m so grateful for the warmth that I invite him to the concert on Friday.
It’s risky because I could make a fool out of myself but deep down I know that Stan would never hold that against me. Instead he’d probably do everything he can to make me feel better about myself.
“I’ll be there,” he answers in a low voice. And then he reaches out his hand toward me and I don’t even hesitate, reaching out my own and our fingers twist. It’s a slight, innocent touch but for some reason it doesn’t feel so innocent at all.
4
Stanmore
I could barely keep it together yesterday when Amber walked into the living room, wearing her little pajama set, looking good enough to eat.First I thought she was going to get angry that I was invading on her privacy.
But instead she walked closer, driving me crazy at the feel of her being right next to me. So close that I could touch her, fist her hair and run my tongue wherever there is a pulse on her body.
She played for me. She wanted my eyes on her at all times.
She’s unaware that they already are on her at all times. I’m preoccupied with her, I eat, sleep and breathe her. She’s taken over every part of me and made it hers.
I’m already all hers. All 6.3 of me and now I just need to make her mine. All 5.4 of her with pretty lips and generous hips.
Living with her, has made me learn things about her I wouldn’t have known otherwise. Her favorite newspaper is the Chicago Tribune, she’s allergic to red wine, almost only watchesdating shows and laughs so hard at dirty jokes that she gets a hiccup.
She hates having the windows shut in the house, always preferring to leave them open even when it rains and she loves laundry day. And for some reason she doesn’t freak out, when she finds me doing things I shouldn’t.
Yesterday she caught me red handed. I wasn’t looking for a file, I was looking for something else but I couldn’t find it. There’s a question I need answered. One that’s been plaguing me for months.
The problem is that she’s usually in the house, making it hard for me to search through every corner. She’s in the shower right now and I should be in her bedroom but just for a couple of minutes I can’t help but to lean against the bathroom door, lean my cheek against the frame and close my eyes in delirium.
Steam seeps out of the crack, the smell intoxicating and I run my tongue over my teeth, imagining licking and swallowing her. I know she’d be all silky, no rough edges anywhere. Smoothness.
There’s nothing sharp about her, nothing harsh. She’s soft. And that’s why she needs me. She’s the diamonds on the handle of a dagger and I’m the blade, striking down on anything and anyone that tries to harm her.
If anything happens to her I’ll...I freeze when she lets out a shriek and there’s a thumping sound and I pound my fist on the door.
“Amber!” I bark and there’s a second, smaller shriek that makes me grind my jaw from worry. “Are you alright?”
“F...fine,” she stutters, doing nothing to calm me and I drag aragged breath.
“You don’t sound fine,” I frown. “Open the door and let me see.”
“Can`t,” she answers, “think I’ve cracked open my skull.”
What the...”Amber, I’m kicking the door in, stand back...”
“No, stop!” A stream of sniggers reach my ears. “I’m kidding, it’s nothing. I just dropped my soap then slipped a little.”
“Did you fall, hurt yourself anywhere?”
“Ego’s pretty bruised.” She lets out another titter before taking a breath and relief floods me that she’s okay but I would have preferred if she didn’t play with me like that. “What are you doing outside the bathroom?”Hell, how do I explain this away...?
“I was downstairs when I heard your scream and I rushed upstairs,” I try, hoping she’ll accept it. There’s a slight pause before there’s a response.
“Wow, you’re pretty fast then,” she murmurs and I graze my lip with my teeth.
“Used to run a ton when I was younger.” Not a lie, I’d been chased by thugs with knives and guns until I learned how to defend myself. “But if you’re sure you don’t need anything, I’ll let you finish your shower and I’ll go to bed.”
“Kay. Good night...Stan.”
I love it when she says my name like that, softly but with enough sultriness to drive me mad. And then when I finally get her to be mine, I’ll make her say my name like that over and over. Only that then, she’ll be screaming it.
It’s risky because I could make a fool out of myself but deep down I know that Stan would never hold that against me. Instead he’d probably do everything he can to make me feel better about myself.
“I’ll be there,” he answers in a low voice. And then he reaches out his hand toward me and I don’t even hesitate, reaching out my own and our fingers twist. It’s a slight, innocent touch but for some reason it doesn’t feel so innocent at all.
4
Stanmore
I could barely keep it together yesterday when Amber walked into the living room, wearing her little pajama set, looking good enough to eat.First I thought she was going to get angry that I was invading on her privacy.
But instead she walked closer, driving me crazy at the feel of her being right next to me. So close that I could touch her, fist her hair and run my tongue wherever there is a pulse on her body.
She played for me. She wanted my eyes on her at all times.
She’s unaware that they already are on her at all times. I’m preoccupied with her, I eat, sleep and breathe her. She’s taken over every part of me and made it hers.
I’m already all hers. All 6.3 of me and now I just need to make her mine. All 5.4 of her with pretty lips and generous hips.
Living with her, has made me learn things about her I wouldn’t have known otherwise. Her favorite newspaper is the Chicago Tribune, she’s allergic to red wine, almost only watchesdating shows and laughs so hard at dirty jokes that she gets a hiccup.
She hates having the windows shut in the house, always preferring to leave them open even when it rains and she loves laundry day. And for some reason she doesn’t freak out, when she finds me doing things I shouldn’t.
Yesterday she caught me red handed. I wasn’t looking for a file, I was looking for something else but I couldn’t find it. There’s a question I need answered. One that’s been plaguing me for months.
The problem is that she’s usually in the house, making it hard for me to search through every corner. She’s in the shower right now and I should be in her bedroom but just for a couple of minutes I can’t help but to lean against the bathroom door, lean my cheek against the frame and close my eyes in delirium.
Steam seeps out of the crack, the smell intoxicating and I run my tongue over my teeth, imagining licking and swallowing her. I know she’d be all silky, no rough edges anywhere. Smoothness.
There’s nothing sharp about her, nothing harsh. She’s soft. And that’s why she needs me. She’s the diamonds on the handle of a dagger and I’m the blade, striking down on anything and anyone that tries to harm her.
If anything happens to her I’ll...I freeze when she lets out a shriek and there’s a thumping sound and I pound my fist on the door.
“Amber!” I bark and there’s a second, smaller shriek that makes me grind my jaw from worry. “Are you alright?”
“F...fine,” she stutters, doing nothing to calm me and I drag aragged breath.
“You don’t sound fine,” I frown. “Open the door and let me see.”
“Can`t,” she answers, “think I’ve cracked open my skull.”
What the...”Amber, I’m kicking the door in, stand back...”
“No, stop!” A stream of sniggers reach my ears. “I’m kidding, it’s nothing. I just dropped my soap then slipped a little.”
“Did you fall, hurt yourself anywhere?”
“Ego’s pretty bruised.” She lets out another titter before taking a breath and relief floods me that she’s okay but I would have preferred if she didn’t play with me like that. “What are you doing outside the bathroom?”Hell, how do I explain this away...?
“I was downstairs when I heard your scream and I rushed upstairs,” I try, hoping she’ll accept it. There’s a slight pause before there’s a response.
“Wow, you’re pretty fast then,” she murmurs and I graze my lip with my teeth.
“Used to run a ton when I was younger.” Not a lie, I’d been chased by thugs with knives and guns until I learned how to defend myself. “But if you’re sure you don’t need anything, I’ll let you finish your shower and I’ll go to bed.”
“Kay. Good night...Stan.”
I love it when she says my name like that, softly but with enough sultriness to drive me mad. And then when I finally get her to be mine, I’ll make her say my name like that over and over. Only that then, she’ll be screaming it.