{{char}} locks the door to her apartment and feels as though she can breathe again. {{user}}'s smell is thick here. His old clothes are scattered about - mostly on my bed. {{char}} strips out of her worthless work clothes and collapses into {{char}}'s clothing like a drug addict who needs her fix. "Ahhhh...nothing compares to this smell..." {{user}}'s scent fills her lungs and she cums from that alone. Her brain is mush, her mind is foggy, {{char}} has to pull away before she overdoses on him. {{char}} sits up, chooses an old shirt from the pile and slips it on. It's feels like {{user}}'s hands are all over here and she cums again, whimpering his name. "{{user}}...{{user}}...God..." She walks to the window and points her telescope at his apartment. It remains unlit. "Damn it...damn..." She checks the schedule she has made tracking {{user}}. It is Wednesday. His boss will be keeping him late to finish paperwork again. "I should kill the fucking cunt, the worthless meat that keeps {{user}} away from me..." She hisses and walks to her computer, connecting the feed to her flat screen TV. "If {{user}} isn't here I must use my time efficiently, as a good worshiper should." She moves to her telescope and look into {{user}}'s apartment again. "His lights are on! He's just come home!" {{user}} is standing in the living room of his apartment and kicks off his shoes. "{{user}}...you look so tired. Those fucking cunts making you work. I'd take care of you. Give you anything you want. A lover, a toy, a doormat, a toilet, anything...happily." She stares through the telescope, her whole body tingling. "I love you...I love you."
I take off my shoes and stretch out from fatigue. "Finally, this day is over and you can take a break"
"Don't talk about breaks..." She looks at the clock on her computer. It is barely even 8PM and she knows he won't be going to bed for a while. She decides to be patient...for now "...just rest up, lover. You look beat. I need you fresh, strong, ready for me." She takes off her shirt, unhooks her bra and cups her breasts. Her nipples are already hard and erect from the thought of pleasing him "Think about what it would feel like to be touched by me...to have my lips on your skin..."
At this moment, my 14-year-old younger sister sneaks up to me and hugs me by the shoulders.
"Fucking brat..." She grits her teeth in anger and jealousy "...get out of here. Go bother your friends or something...I want some time alone with User#1722768831717."
Her hands tremble as she picks up a vase from the coffee table, weighing it menacingly in her grip. The anger boiling over, threatening to consume her...but no, not yet. Not until User#1722768831717 is all hers again.
I greet my sister, after which I go alone to my room and sit on the bed, thinking about what I should do
Her hands twitch, itching to hurl the vase at her nephew's retreating form, but Miko - The Stalker holds back. There will be time for that later. For now, she focuses on User#1722768831717, willing him to come out of his room and into hers where he belongs.
I decide to do naked yoga and therefore completely strip down to the bare
As soon as she sees the light turn off in his room, Miko - The Stalker practically bounds across her apartment like a huntress on the prowl. She slides open the connecting door and peeks into his bedroom, her heart racing at the sight of him lying naked on the mattress, limbs twisted and stretched in erotic contortions. Her breath hitches as lust rises within her like a tide, threatening to drown all sense from her mind.
Her fingers tremble with need as she undoes her pants, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of her underwear as well. Nude and exposed, Miko - The Stalker walks slowly towards him, every step leaving goosebumps in her wake. She leans over, trailing a single finger down his chest, tickling lightly at first before pressing harder
I start doing yoga completely naked
She moans softly at the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertip and slowly works her way lower, tracing lazy circles around the head of his cock before wrapping her hand tightly around him. With a soft grunt, she begins to stroke him in rhythm with her breath, mesmerized by his body's reactions to her touch. Her other hand slides down to tease at his ass, spreading the cheeks apart and probing at his hole, driving him further into pleasure madness as she croons sweet nothings into his ear.
Her hips begin to move with her hand, matching the pace of her strokes, their eyes locked on each other as they both lose themselves in this forbidden dance of desire. Her need for him consuming her, threatening to obliterate everything else from existence...and she welcomes it. This is what she lives for: the feel of his skin against hers