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He just believed that women were just tools for pleasure and nothing else. Amelia looked at Damon, trying to get some kind of signal or hint from him. However, the man wasn’t even paying attention. Instead, he wore a cold face and kept typing on his keyboard and looking at the monitor screen. He acted like he was completely unaware of the argument that was about to unfold. Instead, he just continued typing on his computer and didn’t pay attention to the two women in the room at all. He didn’t care what would happen to them, as long as they didn’t disturb him.

... Entering into the bathroom, Verin angrily shut the door. He walked to a walldrope just beside his gigantic bathtub and looked at the mirror that hung on the door of the walldrope. It was a very big mirror and a wide walldrope as well. He rested his hands on the wall as he continued to stare at his reflection in pure exasperation. What was happening to him? Why is he feeling like these? He wanted to taste her and entertain himself with her and now, he was feeling angry for some reason. He knew he was aroused but he didn't understand why his body rejected her. Rather than feeling even more in the mood to do however he wants on her, he felt angry and his body acted in a way that confused hi

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Cursing my stars I continued to search for an auto. With a sudden break , a car came to an halt near the bus stop ..All heads turned automatically to that car..as I was busy catching the auto,I paid least attention to it.I'm still wandering trying to stop every passing autos ..when I saw an auto without passengers I almost ran to stop that auto. But in my Hurry I bumped onto someone..mumbling a quick sorry I passed that person and fled to catch that auto. But that auto speeded In a second. .."stupid..is he flying a flight ? Why this much speed man ? " I vent out my frustation on that poor man in my mind...While I was busy cursing that poor man on my mind, I noted someone's gaze on me. ..

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

What do you think. Hope smiled a little through her tears. With a princess flag on top. Yes with the biggest princess flag he promised. Now close your eyes sweetheart. We are right here. We stayed with her for over an hour talking softly about happy things. Beach days and ice cream and the new baby brother coming soon. Slowly her breathing evened out and she fell back asleep between us. I looked across at John in the dim light. This is not just nightmares John I whispered. Someone is putting these ideas in her head. The obsession is reaching for the next generation. We cannot ignore it anymore.

"He's going to be fine. I can assure you that." He kept holding her as he gently stroked her hair. A few minutes later, the door opened. The doctor came out. Smith slowly released Audrey and quickly faced the doctor. "Doctor, what's the problem?" Smith asked impatiently. "Why the sudden convulsing? You assured us that he was going to be fine. What's going on?" The doctor sighed. "He was fine before I left. I feel this is psychological." Both Audrey and Smith looked confused. "He wants something badly, but he hasn't gotten it. That has put him into deep thoughts, and that isn't good for his condition."

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a