From that moment on, I followed her. I found out everything I could about her. I’ve shamelessly manipulated circumstances so that I can keep an eye on her at all times.
And the more I found out about her, the tighter my chest got, the deeper my obsession grew, until I’m drowning it.
But I don’t want to be saved. I want to drown in her.
I keep telling myself that this is enough. Watching her is enough.
I know I could easily slip into her apartment while she’s there, satiate my longing to feel her skin and run a hand along her hair and cheek while she sleeps.
But I don’t. I know that one taste of her will undo me.
If I touch her one time, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let her go.
And I’m not worthy of her. I’m darkness, and she’s the purest light. My hands are dirty, and I don’t want to taint her with all that I am.
But, fuck, how I long for her.
I pull my dick out of my joggers and begin stroking it quickly while I stare down at the screen. I hold the hair scrunch I grabbed from her apartment up to my nose and inhale deeply.
Oh fuck.
Her sweet raspberry scent fills my nostrils just as I come, shooting sticky ropes up onto my stomach with a grunt.
All it takes is her scent to send me over the edge. If I ever had my cock actually inside her, I’d probably die.
Or at the very least embarrass myself by ejaculating immediately like an overeager teenage boy.
My phone buzzes, and I regretfully close out of the camera feed of my little Annie to check the incoming text.
Unsurprisingly, it’s a client wanting another “favor.”
I pocket my phone as I rise and get ready to go to work. Even though I know she’ll be sleeping, I can’t go more than a few hours without having to check the feed to check on her.
Until tomorrow, my sweet little Annie.