"Maybe I can hang out with you for a little while? We can even have a little fun if you’re upforit. Wink."
I laugh. What a joke. Who is this guy kidding?
He wants to get laid and couldn't care less about hanging out with me.
I texted him back-
"I am just sitting down to watch a movie with my cat. It's probably not a good night to have somefununless you want to come by to keep me company and watch it with us. Feel free, but no sex."
My phone dings a minute later-
"Sure, I don't mind watching a movie with you, Kit. If something happens, then something happens. If nothing happens, I am good with that, too."
I texted him back-
"O.K. come on over. You know where I live."
My phone dings again-
"O.K. I will see you in about twenty minutes."
I glanced at Tuna. "Well, it looks like we will have company tonight, little guy."
I like John. I've known him for a couple of years. We are only friends with bennies. When I’m horny,I can always call him to help me out. If I am not in a relationship with anyone, instead of screwing multiple guys I meet, I always go back to John. We’ve only had sex a few times over the years, and that’s fine with me.
He isn't the greatest in the sack, and his oral skills could use some fine-tuning, but it's better than nothing, and that's all that counts. I shrug and sigh. Even though my stalker has been MIA the last few weeks, I am a little apprehensive about John coming over. I am terrified that the monster will strike and harm him. I shake my head.
I can't believe my life has come to this. I scream at the top of my lungs, shaking my fists in the air.
"Screw you, asshole stalker. I refuse to live in fear. I will see who I want to see and fuck who I want to fuck. You will never stop me from living my life the way I want to live it. You will have to kill me before you take my freedom from me, you lunatic.”
I let out a sinister laugh, sounding insane.
"Take that, you creep!"
Although no one was here to listen, it felt good to vent. Now that I got that off my chest, I relaxed, cuddling Tuna. I let out a deep sigh while I waited for John to show up.
Atlas
I am sitting at home watching my obsession on the computer monitor. This has consumed my time while I've kept my distance from her for the past three weeks. I know I am sick in the head, but I don’t give a fuck anymore. I have accepted the fact that I have a few screws loose. I watched her put the gun under the cushion before she sat down on the couch.I admire her courage, and I like her spunk. I already know she is going to be defiant.
She isn’t the type to lie down and take it, which makes me want her more. I’m always up for a challenge. I feel better knowing she can protect herself from any creep that may do her harm. She lives alone; you never know what evil lurks around the corner. That excludes me, of course. I may cause her nightmares, but I will also chase them away.
She belongs to me. Whether she accepts it, tough shit. The gun doesn't worry me. I don’t plan on breaking into her home tonight. There's no need to take her immediately when I can access the five cameras she installed.
The one in her bedroom particularly interests me. I must know if she is banging anyone. Since their installation, she hasn't brought any idiots home to fuck. That's something I can't handle without losing it.
My obsessive mind won’t allow her to be with another man. She is mine—no one else’s. The girl is almost perfect in every way. I have watched her undress many times. Her body is flawless and firm.
There isn’t a mark on it…yet. I wonder what her ass will look like with my handprints all over it. My stomach flips just thinking about it. I can be a filthy pig at times.
What can I say?
No one is perfect. I am into the heavier side of BDSM. It satisfies my sadistic needs. The kink started in my late teens when I met a girl my age. She introduced me to the world of painful sex, and the rest is history. When pain and pleasure weresimultaneous, her orgasms were so intense that I almost lost my mind.
That girl is the reason I am the way I am today. A kinky sadist. Now? I can’t live without it. After we parted ways about a year later, I was never the same. She awakened a twisted side of me I didn’t know existed.
Mean and uncaring was my personality trait, but I wasn’t cognizant that I was a sadistic sexual deviant. I need to feed the monster as much as I need water to survive. Some of the women I fucked afterward enjoyedlightBDSM, which did nothing for me. I need more than a gentle spanking and handcuffs. I rarely draw blood unless they ask for it.
