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Obsessive Stalker (1) : Beginning 💥
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2026-06-26 23:50:08
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R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S If he cheats I'm doing it worse (4)
The afternoon sun was heavy and gold, filtering through the blinds and casting long, striped shadows across the living room. Julian was still a mess, huddled under a duvet on the sofa, his breathing thick and congested. I was lounging in a chair opposite him, wearing a sheer lace slip that left very little to the imagination, sipping a glass of chilled white wine. The doorbell rang again. I didn't rush. I took a slow sip of my wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat, before I stood up and sauntered to the door. I already had a feeling who it was. A man like Julian doesn't just have one secret; he has a support system for his lies. I opened the door and there she was. Dana. She was exactly what I had imagined from the texts: lean, athletic, with a tight ponytail and a face that screamed "low-calorie diet." She was wearing a form-fitting yoga set that showcased a body t
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S If he cheats I'm doing it worse (3)
I woke up the next morning feeling a strange, humming electricity under my skin. For the first time in years, I didn't feel the need to shrink myself to fit into the corners of our marriage. I felt expansive. I felt heavy in all the right ways. Julian was already awake, or as awake as one can be while drowning in a sinus infection. He was sprawled on the sofa, surrounded by a fortress of crumpled tissues, sounding like a broken accordion every time he breathed. He looked pathetic—red-nosed, glassy-eyed, and completely stripped of the arrogance he'd worn like armor for a decade. "I feel like shit," he groaned, his voice a nasal wreck. "I think I have the flu." I didn't offer him tea. I didn't rub his back. I just stood over him in a silk robe that barely stayed closed, letting the fabric slip just enough to show the swell of my breasts. "That's a shame, Julian. Truly." The doorbell rang, a sharp, sudden sound that made Julia
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S If he cheats, I'm doing it worse (2)
I dressed slowly, the silk of my dress sliding over skin that still felt sensitized, humming from the attention of Thorne and Mia. As I fastened my shoes, I could feel the doctor's warmth still thick inside me, a heavy, secret weight that leaked slowly down my thigh. It was a brand, a reminder that while Julian saw me as a "fattie," another man—a powerful, brilliant man—had seen me as a feast. I didn't clean myself up. I wanted to carry that scent home. I wanted it to be the invisible shield I wore when I stepped back into my house. When I walked through the front door, Julian was in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He didn't even look up at first. "You're late," he said, his voice flat. "Where were you?" "At a doctor's appointment," I replied, my voice sounding different to my own ears—steadier, darker. "For my libido. Like I told you I was doing." He looked up then, his eyes scanning me. He probably expected me to be subdued, perhaps a bit teary-eyed or an
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S If he cheats, I'm doing it worse (1)
My husband— Julian must have forgotten his phone was face-up on the kitchen counter. I was awake earlier than usual to prepare him for work when the screen lit up. "Dana" as the contact was saved— eight missed calls and finally a text message. "Last night was incredible." The first one read. "When can I see you again?" I scrolled, read on — "Did our fattie of a wife knows we're actually fucking?" That broke something in me. Fattie of a wife. That was the last adjective I expected because I'm not even fat. But then, Julian must have told her I used to be fat when we met and now no more. I put the phone back exactly how I found it, and left the kitchen to drink my coffee. I put the phone back exactly how I found it, and left the kitchen to drink my coffee. The liquid was bitter, but it matched the taste in my mouth. *Fattie.* The word looped in my head, a jagged little piece of glass cutting through my composure. Julian had always told me I was beautiful. He’d pr
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S Booth Fucked (2)
Gianna’s lips suddenly slid off my penis. She gasped, her eyes widening. We had been so lost in each other that we hadn't noticed the hole in the wall—a rough-edged opening at crotch height that led directly into the next booth. A glory hole.And through that hole, a man’s cock was already poking through.It was massive—longer and thicker than mine. The head was a prominent, purple-grey mushroom, flared and glistening, the shaft bending upward. The hole was wide enough that we could see his hanging balls and the neat ring of trimmed pubic hair at the base."Suck me!" a voice barked in German from the other side.The penis swung stiffly toward us. I looked up and saw a speaking grille at face height. Gianna was still crouching, her face perfectly aligned with the thrusting cock."I'm not sucking some random stranger," Gianna whispered, though her voice lacked any real conviction.She couldn't resist. Still squatting, she turned and ran her tongue over the huge, round head of the stran
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S Booth fucked (1)
I had spent years imagining what it would feel like to be ruined by my boss. But I never imagined it would involve another man’s cock pressed against mine, head to head, pulsing in a rhythm of pure, forbidden heat.It all started during a corporate trip to Tokyo. Gianna was the head of our firm—a woman in her late fifties who commanded every room she entered. She was elegant, sharp, and possessed a confidence that felt like a weapon. She wore tailored suits that hugged a body she refused to let age, and she knew exactly how to use that power to keep me on a short, tight leash.I was obsessed with her. She knew it, too. She spent our office hours teasing me with small, accidental touches and looks that promised everything but delivered nothing.On our third night in the city, after a few rounds of strong drinks at a high-end lounge, Gianna decided she was bored. She told me to follow her. We ended up in a narrow, neon-drenched alley in a district where the air smelled of rain and ozo
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S CAUGHT JERKING OFF ON MY STEPSISTER’S PANT (1)
The shower spray was hitting the tiles in a steady rhythm, a sound I had come to recognize instantly.It meant she was in there right now, completely naked, with hot water slicking down over her curves while soap glided sensually across skin I had only ever imagined touching.My hot little stepsist
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S HOME ALONE WITH MY ALPHA STEP-DADDY: (END)
The silence in my mother’s apartment was suffocating. She stood near the large window, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring at me like I was someone she no longer recognized. The anger radiating from her was almost tangible. “You actually came here,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “A
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S HOME ALONE WITH MY ALPHA STEP-DADDY: (4)
The master bedroom felt quieter than usual that night. Kyros had carried me upstairs after we got home, but instead of immediately tearing each other’s clothes off, he sat on the edge of the big bed and pulled me gently onto his lap. I was still wearing my crumpled cream dress, and I could feel th
R.A.W- H.E.A.T.S HOME ALONE WITH MY ALPHA STEP-DADDY: (3)
The silence that swallowed the office was heavier than anything I had ever felt.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs as I stared at my mother standing frozen in the doorway, her designer suitcase still clutched in one hand and her face twisting from shock into pure rage.Kyros stayed buried de
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