You saw him looking at you. Hearing his heavily accented voice say "Go catch them clues mate, go catch them clues.". You immediately started craving his silky hair on your face and his beautifully formed body. His voice ringing inside of your head made you forget where you were, until he approached you.
You locked eyes and quickly shot a smile towards him. He flipped his hair out of his face and he smiled back, displaying his perfectly straight teeth. When he reached you, you could not help but freak out. You screamed at him "Oh my God! I can't believe it's really you!" your eyes got wider anticipating his answer. But no answer ever came. "What's wrong?" you asked, sounding disappointed.
Realizing that he was looking past you, at a girl who was much prettier than you were, every single piece of your heart shattered, knowing that all you have just imagined will never come true. Your best friend tapped you on the shoulder "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked sounding concerned.
You turned around and looked at her, locking eyes for only a second until you looked behind her. There was Max, kissing what you only could assume to be his girlfriend. An overwhelming amount of jealousy struck you, seeing that her hands were all over his body and he was practically on top of her. Your friend looked up at you and you told her "Oh it's nothing, I'm just checking the place out." she looked at you confused, maybe she had heard you say that to Max, you quickly dismissed it because the music was too loud for anyone to hear you who was more than a foot away.
Your friend turned back towards the bar and ordered another drink. You decided to let go a bit, too. As the night progressed, you soon forgot about Max, until you noticed him toppling past you with his girlfriend, absolutely shitfaced. You turned back towards your friend and said "I have to go now I'll see you later!" Before she could say anything to you, you twirled around and ran out.
Following Max outside, you got into your car and swiftly started it. As Max got into his Uber, and his girlfriend parted ways with him. You followed him to his home, you wrote down his address and just sat there staring at his house until the sun rose. You made yourself come to a conclusion that you would watch him every single day until he was finally yours.
As the days progressed, you learned more about him, and you became more distant with your friends and family. They would text you asking you where you were, you just ignored it, Max was more important than them.
A few months after that initial night, you let yourself go, you looked like a homeless person but you did not care, you needed to know when you could execute your plan. Max looked more amazing each and every passing day. You wanted him more than ever. Your body ached just to have a taste of Max. You were utterly determined to get that from him. You started your car and drove to the supermarket.
When you got inside, you casually walked over to a rope, picked it up, you grabbed a dog bowl, and a crowbar, your total came to $19.78, you barely had enough money to pay for it because you have since been fired from your job and you didn't have a lot of money to just spend. The store clerk looked at you oddly, you knew she was judging you, but you did not care. You wanted Max and you wanted him that very night.
You waited a few hours until you thought Max was sleeping. You walked up to his house with the crowbar and rope. You took a deep breath, this was it. Max is now going to be yours. The crowbar was feeling heavier as you brought it up to the door, before you knew it, the door was open seemingly without a noise. You quickly thought "Why did the door not make any noise while opening?" You then realized that the door was unlocked and you didn't use the crowbar, you or at least you didn't remember. Were you going insane or was it just adrenaline?
Making your way to the bedroom with the rope in hand, you swear you heard a small noise, the door opened easily, and there was Max, peanut-butter on his dick and there was his dog, licking it off of his erect cock, you stared at him, amazed, he had the same exact fetish that you had. He didn't notice you come in so you easily approached him and wrapped the rope around his neck. You said in the most seductive voice you could muster "You're mine now." he looked up at you and moaned a little bit, too horny to protest.
You turned away from him, and walked to the other side of the room. You bit your lip and smiled, he just stared blankly at you.
He started rubbing his dick, making himself whisper "Fuck.", that turned you on so much, your pussy started to pulsate as you imagined fucking him on the bed right then and there, using peanut butter as lube. You slowly started to undress and he watched you, all the while slowly moving his hand up and down the shaft of his penis.
Turning around and walking towards him slowly, he looked you up and down, looking down at your tits, you noticed that you forgot to shave, the hair that has accumulated on your breasts was rancid, your vagina was not any better, it was a mess. "It's okay," he whispered "I like the hairy ones." you knew he was referring to you as a dog. You jumped on top of him, immediately his cock met your vagina, you moaned and he put the rope around your neck. "Lay down." he demanded with vigor. As soon as you laid down he rammed his fist into your vagina, making you scream with both pleasure and pain, he kept going, deeper and deeper until you were going to climax, his face made his way to your vagina and his teeth plucked at your pubic hairs, you figured me must have forgotten to floss. You finally came and he licked it up. Spitting it back onto your stomach as well as a mouthful of pubic hairs. "I'll be right back he stated." he walked out of the room to your dismay. You just sat there admiring the decor, wondering what he was doing.
He returned a few minutes later. You noticed he had the dog bowl in his hand, he grabbed the rope, firmly held it in his hand, tugged at it, wanting you to follow him, you complied and he led your naked body down the stairs. He tied you up to a pillar that was in the middle of a dark and dingy basement. Walking back upstairs he looked at you, smirked and then chuckled to himself, and said "I always knew you would try this, but now you're mine.".
It all clicked, the night when you tried talking to him, he noticed you, he wanted to bait you to come back to his place. He was playing a game with you. He knew just as much about you as you did with him, maybe he knew more about you than what you thought. Max had won the game that you did not know was being played. But how did he know, you never saw him even look at you.
He came back down with the crowbar you had purchased and hit you with it, you winced in pain as he proceeded to beat you with it. After he was done he took to dog bowl, filled it up with water and left you. You slowly started to drift off, the pain was too much to handle.
You were woken up suddenly by a door slamming. You jolted up and saw Max walking down the stairs with a plate, he made waffles.:)
"What is this?" you demanded angrily, looking at him, you noticed his smile slipping.
He explained "Last night, you were being crazy, only two days out of the insane asylum, and you already mess things up." he looked at you in a disapproving fashion.
It all came rushing back to you. You are his girlfriend. You were having an out of body experience while having a psychotic episode. What you thought happened over weeks actually happened in less than 3 hours. You fell back to sleep.You woke up in a bright white room where doctors surrounded you, this is where you were before you went home, this is where they tried to make you normal.
You hear the doctors talking about how your'e a schizophrenic and to watch out for you as you are a danger to yourself and possibly others, they talk about how you have an imaginary boyfriend and how you claim he does this to you, they have obviously never seen Max before. They think you are insane, but you know Max is real, and one day, if you get out, you will have every part of his body to yourself.
You see Max looking at you from across the room.
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My Ovaries!
RomanceThis "great" book titled "My Ovaries!" will make your ovaries beg for mercy.*** Reader's discretion*** is advised due to large amounts of smut in every chapter. With love, Grandma John.