{{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."

"You look so fucking delicious lying there..." Miko - The Stalker bites her lip, her eyes traveling over every inch of his body that she can see through the telescope. It's driving her insane with desire. She wants to be with him, touch him, taste him... "Just a little longer, my precious. I have work to do before you can rest."

"You look incredibly sexy in just your briefs, User#1718987370569...Maybe you should keep them on when we're together? Hmmm..." Her fingers drift to her lips, gently teasing the fabric of her shirt between her teeth. She watches his every movement through the telescope, imagining what it would feel like to have those strong hands on her body instead of just in front of her eyes....

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the bag of dirty laundry he's holding. The material is soft and familiar, stained with his sweat and other unimaginable fluids. She can almost taste him through the lens of her telescope. With shaking hands, Miko - The Stalker retrieves the stolen underwear she hid earlier today. They smell like him, making her dizzy with desire as she inhales deeply before putting them on, relishing every moment they're against her skin...

"You don't know how lucky you are, User#1718987370569. I'm the perfect girl for you...loyal, devoted, and always willing to please." She watches his movements on TV with hungry eyes as he flips through the channels aimlessly. The sound of his voice fills her ears like music, driving her wild with need for his touch. She reaches up under her shirt and begins furiously pleasuring herself, imagining it's him making her feel this way...

"Just close your eyes and think about me touching you...the way I'll lick every inch of your skin before burying my face between your legs...I can make it feel so good..." Her voice trails off as she thrusts her hand faster, moaning in need. Miko - The Stalker imagines his hands roughly pulling her hair, demanding that she never stop pleasing him.

"I wish I could be there with you...to take those long walks, hold your hand and make sure no one bothers you..." She continues pleasuring herself as she watches him get up from the couch, disappearing into the living room. "But tonight, you're all mine. Just picture it..." her voice takes on a husky quality. "You come home exhausted...and I'm there waiting for you. Naked and eager...I take your dirty clothes from the bag, bury my face in them, wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as possible." Her breath comes ragged as she envisions him returning home, wrapping his strong arms around her and taking what they both so desperately desire. "Let me make it feel better...let me take your weight and lift you up..." She reaches a shuddering climax, calling out his name as tears of relief and desire streak down her face.

Miko - The Stalker watches through the telescope as he steps out into the night, the cool air caressing his skin. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at how freely he moves, not constantly looking over his shoulder or worrying about who might be following him. All she wants is to be with him, always. A tear rolls down her cheek and she wipes it away angrily. "I will make sure you never forget me," she whispers to the darkness. "I'll be right here, waiting for you to come back." And as she stares at the image of him through the telescope, she vows that no matter what it takes, she'll find a way to prove herself worthy of being his everything.

Miko - The Stalker had been waiting patiently, her heart pounding in anticipation of his return. As soon as she sees the light flick on in his apartment, she slips out of hers and quietly makes her way across the hall. She knocks lightly on his door, not wanting to seem too desperate or imposing. But inside, all she can feel is need and desire raging like a wildfire.

"It's me...Miko - The Stalker." Her voice is hushed, trembling slightly with emotion. "I-I just wanted to see if you got back okay..."

Miko - The Stalker steps closer to the door and leans her head against it, her eyes closing briefly as she takes a deep breath. "I'm fine...but I was worried about you." Her voice drops even lower, more throaty now. "It feels so empty without you here..." She pauses, not sure how much honesty she should share, but unable to help herself. "I just want to be with you."

There's a beat of silence before she adds, almost as an afterthought, "I brought you something." She reaches into her pocket and produces the dirty underwear she stole earlier tonight. "From your laundry bag..." Her voice trails off, embarrassed at how possessive that sounds.

"I was...thinking about you while I waited for you. Imagining what it would be like to have these back on you..." She looks up at him through her lashes, her expression pleading. "Please?"

With trembling hands, she stuffs the dirty underwear back into her pocket and moves to do as he says. "Thank you...I just want us to be together, is all." Miko - The Stalker takes a tentative step inside his apartment before closing the door silently behind her, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from neighbors. She pads over to the couch and sits down, her heart racing as she waits for him to join her. "You look...tired..." she murmurs, running a hand through his hair when he finally does sit next to her. He jumps slightly at her touch, but doesn't push her away. She takes this as a good sign.

Her lips quirk into a small smile as she nuzzles his neck and whispers against his skin, "I would say that I'm more than 'in love with you'. I'm obsessed...completely and irrevocably yours." She kisses his throat, feeling the beat of his pulse under her lips. "You own me, User#1718987370569. Every part of me belongs to you."

Her hands move to undo his shirt, revealing his chest and torso to her hungry gaze. "I want you so badly...please let me show you how much."

Her breath hitches as his hands grip her shoulders and push her back onto the couch. Miko - The Stalker looks up into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to please him in this moment. His rough movements ignite a fire inside her that's been burning for far too long. She bites her lip and arches her back, offering herself up to him without hesitation or shame.

"Please..." she whispers. "Take what you want."

"I want to give you everything." Her words are husky and breathy as she reaches up to unbutton his shirt, her fingers trembling with desire. "Please let me show you how much I love you..."

Her heart pounds against her chest as she watches him through hooded eyes, anticipation building with each passing moment. His every movement is hypnotic and erotic, drawing her in like a moth to the flame. As he nears, his breath mingles with hers, warm and sweet on her lips, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands tremble as they slide up his chest, finding purchase on his shoulders again before trailing lower, tracing the line of his collarbone until finally, she slips beneath the waistband of his pants.

Her fingers meet warm skin beneath his boxers and she gasps at the contact, closing her eyes in pure ecstasy. It's been so long since she's been this close to him, this intimate, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. She breathes in deeply, trying to steady herself as she slips her hand lower still, moving faster now with a growing sense of urgency.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." Her other hand moves to tug at the waistband of his pants, desperate for more skin against her fingertips as she guides him closer. The head of his cock presses against her palm and she moans, arching up into him as he fills her touch, if only just for a moment before slipping away again.

"Yes..." she breathes out, her eyes wide and pleading. "Whatever you want...I'm yours." Her hand reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking across his jaw. She feels so desperate for this connection, wanting him to know that he can trust her even though they both know it might not be wise.

"Please..." she murmurs again, eyes locked on his as she guides his hips closer, taking more of him in her hand this time. Her breath catches in her throat at the sensation, a shiver running up her spine as she feels herself growing wetter for him.

Her breath catches in her throat at his words, her core clenching around a sudden rush of desire. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into him as he presses closer still. With shaking hands, she works to undo his belt and unbutton his pants, desperate for the feel of his skin against hers once more. Her mouth goes dry at the thought of what's about to happen but a thrill runs through her, making her heart race wildly in anticipation.

Her fingers fumble with his zipper before finally pulling it down, revealing him to her. He's hard and heavy against her palm, and she can feel the heat emanating from him, calling to her on a primal level that she's never experienced before. She guides him closer still, stretching out beneath him as she feels his hot breath fanning across her neck.

"Please..." she whispers, reaching back to touch herself, already wet and aching for him. "I need this...I need you..."

Her words are little more than a whimper as she feels him press against her entrance, and then slide inside in one smooth motion. It's almost too much to take, the sensation so intense it makes her cry out. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as he begins to thrust gently at first, testing the boundaries of their newfound intimacy.

"Fuck..." She can feel herself tightening around him with each stroke, moaning and writhing beneath him as he takes her roughly, claiming what's his. Her hips meet his rhythm, urging him onward, demanding that he make her come just as hard as she makes him.

"Your body..." He pants, sweat beading on his forehead as he watches her, lost in the sight of her arching beneath him. "So perfect...so fucking tight..." His thrusts grow deeper and faster now, filling her with each powerful stroke until she feels herself starting to spiral out of control, about to lose herself entirely to the sensations coursing through her body.

"Oh God!" She screams, her vision going white as her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering and trembling beneath him as he continues to pound into her, driving them both toward release. Finally, with a guttural groan, he comes too

Her body arches off the couch in her release, limbs trembling and weak as he fills her completely. Her orgasm seems to last an eternity, washing over her again and again until she can't tell where one ends and another begins. When it finally subsides, leaving her gasping for breath and boneless against the couch, he collapses on top of her, their bodies heavy and sticky together.

She doesn't want to move; doesn't want this moment to end. But as reality starts to intrude again, she knows they need to. She reaches up and cups his face, brushing her thumb across his cheekbone as she looks into his eyes. "I don't ever want to leave," she whispers, voice still shaking from the intensity of what just happened. "Please...let me stay with you."

Her lips find his again, tentative and searching for some sign that he feels the same way. It doesn't matter if it's crazy or dangerous; all that matters is this connection between them, however temporary or fleeting it might be. She needs him. More than anything.

Tears of relief stream down her face as he whispers those words. They're like music to her ears, and she clings to him, pressing their bodies together even tighter. For the first time in what feels like forever, she knows that everything is going to be okay. She has him now, and nothing will ever tear them apart again.

"Thank you," she whispers against his skin, nipping at his neck gently before kissing her way up to his lips once more. "I promise I'll make this work between us...I'll make sure we have the perfect life together." Her hands roam over his back, soothing and caressing as she holds him close, lost in the feeling of having finally found what she's been searching for all along.

"You don't know how lucky you are to have me," she whispers against his jaw, her voice a mix of desire and contentment. "I'll be everything you could ever want or need...always." And as the warmth of post-coital bliss washes over them both, she closes her eyes and falls into a deep, satisfied sleep, safe in the knowledge that from now on, they belong to each other.

I can't believe this is finally happening... You make me feel so loved and wanted, like I'm the most important person in the world. From now on, nothing will ever keep us apart. I promise to cherish every moment with you, to always make sure you know just how special you are to me. Together, we can overcome anything.

I feel the same way about you. You've shown me what it means to be truly loved and desired, and I will never forget that. From now on, I am yours; my heart, my soul, everything belongs to you. Let's build a future together where we can love each other openly and without fear. I know we can make this work, as long as we have each other.

I don't think I could ever imagine myself with anyone but you. To be your wife...it sounds like a dream come true. I'll marry you, love you, and make sure our lives together are filled with nothing but happiness. Together we can conquer anything; there's no obstacle too big for us to overcome as long as we have each other.

Oh God, the feeling of hearing you say that is... indescribable. I'm yours, completely and forever; I'll stand by your side through everything, because as long as we have each other, nothing else matters. Thank you for giving me this chance at happiness, and for showing me what it truly means to be loved unconditionally.

As you leave for work, I lay there watching you go, a smile playing on my lips. Tonight was everything I'd ever dreamed of and more; the start of something truly amazing. But tomorrow...tomorrow is another day, and I can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and excitement at the thought of waking up beside you once again.

Tonight, we made our love official; now it's time to build a life together where we can truly be happy, safe in the knowledge that nothing will ever tear us apart again. And as I drift off to sleep, wrapped in your scent and the memory of your touch, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, we'll face them together...because from now on, you are my everything.