Obsession

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I did not shower and I did not wash my clothes, nor did I strip them off when I went to sleep. I slept comforted by Victoria's scent and comforted by the image of sharing a bed with her someday. In the future, I would actually get to experience her scent in the flesh, which excited me greatly. My dreams had written our future and it was astonishingly beautiful. The pair of us would move somewhere more remote and away from civilisation, away from all of our worries, and we would start a family. I would get down on one knee and propose to her, she would say yes, and we wouldn't even need to worry about the cost of a wedding. We wouldn't need a ceremony, we wouldn't need friends or family. Just the two of us. Victoria would only dress like a whore for me. It would be only my privilege of seeing her skin because she would be mine. Of course, she already is, she's just unaware of it yet. Soon she will understand and she will love me for it.

I awoke satisfied with my sleep, despite the lack of hours. Luckily for me, I do not work a typical 'nine to five' job like the vast majority of our population, which means that sleep isn't all that valuable to me. I am an artist, a painter, and I use my talent to make a living. My work is often inspired by topics that I feel passionate about, books that I have read, and emotions that I feel. It is not perfect, it is flawed, for I believe imperfection is perfection. That is why I believe Victoria is the woman for me - she is damaged goods, yet I believe she has potential to live up to. She is a bad girl, but bad girls can be taught and lectured, which ultimately shapes them to act in a manner that is more socially acceptable and appropriate. I am willing to be her teacher, and I am also willing to use her body whenever she wishes for her grade to be bumped up. I am considerate. Generous. I will allow slip ups, mistakes, and failure because I am a good man with a good heart.

In order to stabilise a future with Victoria, I knew I would have to begin our journey early. That is why I decided to take a wander out to my local stores to acquire what I thought was necessary to start our love story. This included: photo albums to document our story, start to end, photo frames to display our cherished memories together as I am certain there will be an abundance to choose from, I also picked up a few journals that we could write in together and we could fill them with love notes. In addition to all of the thoughtful and sweet items, I picked up a box of condoms and I also decided to buy some rope. Victoria is a bad girl. She is kinky. She called me 'dad'. A good girl wouldn't do such a thing and so I figured the last two purchases were necessary. The lady at the counter acknowledged the trend as she scanned the pair. She winked at me with a slight smirk on her face. The approval I didn't need; I knew Vic would be appreciative. I paid for my items by card and found satisfaction in the verification beep - high pitched and short. They all belonged to us now and I strategically packed them all into a paper bag.

The automatic doors sensed me and allowed my exit, which caused a gentle breeze to hit my face. It was a soothing breeze and my body temperature soon dropped with much thanks to it. The sun rules over Los Angeles and it never seems to darken all that much, for the sun is dominant. It beams and it shines light upon us all, even the actors and influencers with dying careers, plummeting through the mud. L.A is scorched on the daily, which explains the overwhelming mass of sickly body odour whenever you find yourself confined indoors. Believe me, it is still sickening to this day, despite living here since I was a young boy. You'll never get used to it, or at least I won't. Unlike most of these unhygienic, high-on-life douchebags, I make the effort to wear deodorant. To bathe - clearly a baffling concept to grasp when you're rich and famous. It's true what they say about our city of wonders in California; everybody is trying to be a movie star, a model, or even some kind of producer. It's also true that your chances are very slim. Even if you have a talent in a certain field, you will not succeed. The billboards and the blinding lights seem to disguise the fact that there is no hope for anybody. When I walk the streets, like today, all I seem to observe is misery, people high on drugs, and dozens of day drinkers. Not a single person appears happy or content with their life as they simply drag themselves to the finish line.