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My Obsession

She consumes my thoughts and my mind. Everything I see reminds me of her. I think about the way she talks and the way she smells. I can see her beautiful brown hair glowing in the sun but all I have are my thoughts. I don't know why she won't have me. She has had ever other man in the company but not me. I have become obsessed with making her mine. I can't bare the thought of not being with her.

As I enter the back door of her house I try not to make any noise. The inside is still, dark, and quiet. I can see the moon shining through and reflecting off the kitchen table. I walk down the hallway and towards her bedroom. My steps get louder and my breathing becomes heavier. Opening the door I see her silent in her bed. "Stephanie?" I say softly with a hint of fear in my voice. She rolls over fast and looks up in total surprise.

"Kurt!? It's 3 in the morning. Why are you here?"

I put my finger over my mouth to tell her to be silent and make my way to her bed. I sit down and gently run my fingers through her hair. She pulls away and I resist. I still don't know why she won't have me. I can feel the pain I have felt for the past months start to churn in my stomach. My grip on her becomes tighter. I see fear consume her face. Again I put my finger over my mouth and lay on top of her. Her eyes are dancing all over my face looking for an answer. I run my hand up her hip and begin kissing her neck. She is trying to make me stop.

Her resisting is just feeding my need to be with her. I stand up and take my belt off. I strap and buckle it around her wrists and put them behind her head. She looks so scared and so helpless. I pull my shirt over my head and drop my pants to my ankles. I want her to feel my body heat up against her. I want her to smell me and feel every second of my obsession. Slowly I enter her. She lets out a yelp and I put my hand over her mouth. Faster and faster I grind into her. I can feel the sweat roll down my face.

I close my eyes and in my mind I picture the perfect scene. I picture her lying in my bed excepting me willingly. I imagine her screaming my name out in pure pleasure. Her voice sounds so excited and so sexy.

I open my eyes and look at her. In her eyes I can see fear and confusion. She doesn't understand that this is all her fault. The way she exposes her self to everyone and the way she carries her self. What does she expect? She made me her obsession and now I must satisfy my mind.

I can feel the muscles in my body start to contract. A tinkle runs from my head to the very bottom of my shaft. I can feel chill bumps start to rise on my arms. I bite my bottom lip and thrust in her as hard as I can.  I yell out her name in satisfaction. My legs twitch slightly as I release all these months of built up frustration.

I lay still on top of her breathing heavily. She has tears falling from her eyes and she looks like a little child. I don't see how she can cry. She has been with a lot of men. It's not like I took her innocence away.

Slowly I get up and remove her restraints. Her eyes just follow me all over the room. She lays quiet just watching me. I leave her and walk down the hallway and back the way I came. I smile in total satisfaction and I wonder what she is thinking.

She consumes my thoughts and my mind. She has become my obsession.