Stalking 101

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(V). The right to privacy is a fundamental principle of our constitution, violated by the act of stalking.

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I should sleep.

I'm back at my house. I'm safe.

I should sleep. But no. The memories of the stalker clouded my vision. I really wanted to know what he looked like. Strangely, I found myself thinking of erotic scenarios—what if he had actually caught me in the alley? I had never been stalked before, and while it should terrify me, it was a bit intriguing. It was like this was what I've been waiting for.

I thought about what might happen between us in that dark alley. My eyes drifted to the window facing the street. Maybe, just maybe, if I opened it... this was stupid. Really stupid. I was being so insensible.

I moved to the window and looked out at the street. Anyone could see what I was doing from there if they just looked close enough. I checked side to side but didn't see anyone—not even a shadow of the person I was hoping would be there. I sighed. I mean if he was stalking me he'd probably know where I lived, right? Or maybe all this was pointless and I was being so desperate for attention and excitement.

In a rush of boldness, I slowly stripped near the window, pulling down my clothes one at a time, slowly, but teasing. And then I went to take a bath.

After a few minutes, I came out wrapped in a towel. Standing by the window, I let the towel drop and rubbed cream all over my body, feeling the cool air from the open window on my skin. I then slipped into a pair of pants and a half-cut camisole, the minimal clothing making me feel exposed yet strangely excited. This was weird. But I enjoyed weird. That man behind the trees made me curious. And a curious me was a reckless me.

I lay down, trying to keep myself awake by thinking of the stalker. What if he had also watched me in the daylight? I wouldn't know because I didn't even know how he looked like.  At 12:44, I finally drifted off, my mind swirling with a million questions.

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I woke up feeling a bit funny down below. My vision was blurry, but I could feel something wet between my legs. The sensation was intense, a tongue sliding expertly, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My mind was hazy, unable to fully grasp what was happening, yet the pleasure was undeniable. I didn't want to stop feeling this way.

"Who are you?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with fear but more of arousal.

He looked up at me briefly, his eyes dark and piercing. The mask was no where in sight but the hoodie was still on him. "You're a bit of a tease, aren't you, rabbit?" he murmured, his voice smooth and commanding. I haven't heard anything so smooth. Just this voice alone was enough to drive me over the edge.

"What do you mean?" I gasped, trying to make sense of the situation even as his tongue continued the assault on my most sensitive spots.

"Stubborn girls get punished," he replied, his tone sending a shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, his mouth resumed its work, his tongue flicking and teasing, driving me wild with desire. The way he devoured me was both terrifying and exhilarating, a mix of fear and intense arousal. I arched my back, unable to suppress a moan as the pleasure built. When I realized how loud I was I bit my lip.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his breath hot against my skin.

I couldn't deny it. The way he moved, the way he controlled my body with his touch—it was intoxicating. My hands gripped the sheets, my breath coming in short gasps as I surrendered to the sensation.

"Please," I moaned, barely able to get the words out. "My parents are here. They'll hear me."

"I don't care about your parents, rabbit. I want to hear you. I'm the only one that matters," he said, his voice dark and possessive.

I tried to stifle my moans, but the intensity of his touch made it nearly impossible. He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine. "Do you want me to go?" he asked, his tone challenging and a bit of command

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "Don't go."

A wicked smile spread across his face. "You were teasing me at the window, showing your breasts for all to see. You were waiting for me, weren't you? You opened the window on purpose. You want me to come in, Do you want me to fuck you rabbit?"

I could only moan in response, my body betraying my desire. "Please, continue," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

"There's something so beautiful about your parents being in the next room and me making you moan. Their beloved lawyer." he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

His fingers slid inside me, first one, then two, then three. Within seconds, I was a mess, my body writhing in pleasure. I wanted to come, but his voice stopped me. "Don't come until I tell you to, rabbit. Else you'll get punished." He smacked my ass.

The sleep had fully cleared from my eyes now, replaced by a raw, aching need. "Please," I begged again, my voice desperate. I needed to cum.

He chuckled softly. "You're so beautiful like this, begging for me. You really want this, don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, my voice trembling. "I want you."

"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers moving faster, pushing me closer to the edge. "But remember, you don't get to cum until I say so."

The intensity was almost too much to bear. My body quivered, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Please let me come."

"Not yet," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Hold on a little longer, rabbit."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but the pleasure was too overwhelming. Finally, he leaned in close, his voice a low growl. "Now. cum for me, little rabbit."

With those words, I let go of the orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me breathless. He didn't stop, his mouth and tongue devouring every bit of my release, his satisfaction evident in every lick and suck.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, he looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "I'll be seeing more of you, sweetheart," he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "And remember, you started this."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me in a daze of pleasure and confusion, wondering if it had all been a dream or something far more real.

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AUTHOR's NOTE

This is unusual
Rose🥀

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