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Ugh I’d love to force you to do whatever I want. It’d be sooo easy, you’d want it. Feel me press against you while I shove you facedown into the bed. Hear those soft little moans you try to hide as I practically hump you. You’d press back against me, ashamed of how bad you want it. So pretty… you’re so desperate it makes me wonder how far I could push this … would you like it if I started tracing my knife over your skin? If I pressed down just enough to feel that sharp sting… what if I made you bleed? I’d lick the blood and savour the taste of you on my tongue. You’re my addiction, I can’t stay away. I can’t stop thinking about you. How you sound repeats in my head and the way you look at me, the way I scare you. The way you beg. I love making you say things, especially when you can barely speak.. must feel good. Am I doing a good job? Am I fucking you too good?. Should I stop? You don’t even care that I broke in, I know you like it. You were just waiting for the day I couldn’t handle it anymore, the day I came prepared with my knife, my tape, my desire to fucking destroy you. I’d love to tie you up, make you helpless, make you mine. You couldn’t fight back, not that you’d ever want to. I hear the way you suck in air and gasp when I bite you. I love the way your skin feels when I sink my teeth into you.. the marks I leave. It’s all a reminder of who’s in charge, who’ll always be there, watching. A parting gift. You give me so much, that wet fucking cunt of yours drives me crazy. I fantasize about fucking you in any and every way possible. With my mouth, my fingers… I’d fuck your mind. I guess the fear you love feeling is a mind fuck… but I’ll find other ways. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. I’m the only one you could ever want.. you’re the only one I need. You’re the keeper of all my desires. It’s only you, and that’s exactly how it’ll stay. I can’t get enough. You love it when I touch you. You love it so much you can’t even tell me to stop, I decide when you’ve had enough. All up to me, exactly what you beg for. I love being in control, I love controlling you. How much further can I push it? What other fucked up things can I make you do? Make you admit that you love? I’ll have to keep studying you, stalking and listening. I’ll surprise you sometime.

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I have two jars: one for positive/uplifting thoughts, then another for my dirty thoughts. They look different, in different places, used as decorations. It’s very unsuspecting, I have my darkest desires in a little jar with a cute design. Sometimes, I fantasize about someone finding it, a friend or lover getting curious when I’m out of the room.

“What a pretty jar, wonder what he puts in here?”

Maybe I’d catch them, or they’d put it back before I returned. Who knows which jar they’d pick, they’re so vastly different.. but the desires are easier to access. The positives are near my bed and I don’t let people on my bed.. the other is simply on a shelf, easily reachable.

It’s almost like I want that to happen, have an excuse to corner and confront someone about what they THINK they saw, what they only THOUGHT was my handwriting. What do you mean I wrote those disgusting things down? Even if I did, why were you snooping? I bet you just wanted an excuse to invade my space, you’re far too curious to be trusted. Not sure I feel comfortable with you in my house anymore, you need to leave now.

I bet you’d beg to stay, secretly enjoying what you saw. Maybe there were other times you were snooping. Did you see the collars? The toys under my bed? Did you see a journal entry, art pieces I’ve made that are purely for my own viewing? I guess it’s my fault since there’s so many incriminating items in my personal space but still.. you call me a pervert when you seek to see those things. You wanted to be caught. Far too easy not to be.

Since you’ve seen my secrets, maybe I’ll just give you reason to shut up. If you tell anyone, I could just tell them what you did. You think someone’s going to believe the crazy things you’d say? “I found kinky things in his room!!” You’d just be a kink shamer that invaded my most personal,private space. I trusted you…

Then I’d take advantage of you. You nervous? So nervous you’re not paying attention to your steps backward, now you’ve got yourself against my door. I’ll lock the door for you, give us some privacy. Now, tell me everything you saw. What did I write that made you so shaken up? Or.. are you just into it? If you can’t admit that to yourself I’ll just help you out. You’re not even pushing me away, I’d say the fight left you but you were never fighting. This was all a ploy to get in my pants and lucky for you, I want it too. It’s just easier for me to assert that. You know I have an axe in here for self defense right? “Just in case” You have a lot to lose right now, but it’s a good thing I can keep my mouth shut. I enjoy secrecy.

I’ll make you read off those notes, read my journal in detail since you didn’t get a chance to fully understand the first time. Make some new notes, write down how I make you feel. I’ll just watch you soak it all in. If you want to be a victim so bad, I’ll just go ahead and be a predator. You can imagine what’d happen next.

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I need someone to threaten.

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Can I threaten you? just let me tell you all the sick shit I’m thinking about. I’ll break into your house, I’ll kill you.. I’ll hold you down and let you feel my weight on top of you just because I like scaring you. I’ll laugh at your attempts to get away. I won’t really do anything .. I just like the fear. If you played your cards right, maybe you’d be able to threaten me, and I’d just sickly smile because I love it. Claim me, I’ll claim you. I’ll do whatever, say whatever. Anything to get a reaction. I could just ghost my fingers around your throat, tell you how easily I could fucking kill you. I won’t, it’s not worth it, and it’s not fun that way. Doesn’t it feel good to feel so wanted I have to threaten you to keep you with me? Feel special, I wouldn’t do this to just anyone. I bet you’d like it. I’ll pull your hair, just lean down and listen to how you sound. Nothing else, just craving the reaction. I might grind on you, but it would be better to just toy with you for fun, and maybe it’d lead elsewhere… but it’d be you. You’d be the one getting off, I’m just asserting power over you because I can, I want to. Feel powerless. I like it that way.

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kind of obsessed with the idea of pushing someone down, hand on their chest, into their own bed, pushing my knee between your legs despite how hard you beg me not to. Imagine waking up and feeling my hands groping you, the weight on your lap, making the wet dream a reality. I know you want it .Maybe I’d smother you with a pillow, then replace it with my fingers in your mouth because I can’t stand to not see and hear you. I’d push my fingers farther in when you get loud or try to push me away, or I’d just do it because I want to. Maybe I’d choke you a little, pull my knife out and see how scared you get. If I was inside you, I’d feel how tightly you’d clench, the genuine fear because of the stranger on top of you. I could always just decide to kill you, but then I couldn’t come back and fuck you again. I couldn’t watch you through the window, hear those whorish noises you make. I like seeing the affects of what I do, I can feel that heat between your legs and you can’t even try to hide it. Whore. Being in complete control and you like it, don’t you? You like being violated in your safe space. You like being watched when you think you’re alone, why else is your window cracked? Why else would it be unlocked? Slut obsessed with the idea of some stronger who just wants you violate you in any fucking way you’ll let me. I know you’d let me do whatever I wanted because you’re so desperate for it anyway. While I fuck you, I’d lean down and whisper in your ear all the things I’d do, or have done to you. All the nights I spent thinking about you and how tight and warm you’d be…. How much you’d fight back, how satisfying it is to finally pin you down with my weight and watch you realize how little control you have in this situation. Might as well just submit and let it happen, it’s what you want anyway. Maybe I’ll get you pregnant, take pictures and record it, say if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll kill you, whatever sick shit you’d want me to do. You asked for it.

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y’all got a stalker playlist too? basically my theme music

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Ain’t nobody fuck with stalker fantasies like I do 💔 I just need someone to break into my room, put their hand over my mouth - unless I want to lose more than just my innocence tonight - be threatened, told how pretty I am (especially when I have no idea of how much danger I’m in) and just fuck me into the mattress. My mattress my bed my sheets just disregard it all and focus on how tight and scared I am.

Knife in hand, tell me how you’d hurt me, or kill me. I’d get off to whatever you say honestly. It’s so tiring to imagine the scenarios when I could just leave my window unlocked and wait. Isn’t it such a compliment to be watched while you sleep?

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No wonder I always like the villains; my favourite characters are always terrible people, they kill, they rape, and they don’t care. I admit, I do still care sometimes. I stayed up all night, just to find information about you. I was having such a good time, so fucking aroused by my power, the fact that I can just do what I want, I found more people. Not even people I really like, passing distractions, unlike you. Obsession is so much fun. Thinking about parking outside of your house, late at night, waiting for a good opportunity to take my binoculars out and snap some photos, it’s so god damn good. No one understand this about me. My friends know I’m a bit of a freak, like I get obsessive and I’m intense, but it’s never past a certain line. “I want to wear his skin” doesn’t get off looks because it’s common phrase now, but “I want to watch his every move and stalk him for hours at a time” is just too far for others I guess. That’s why it’s a secret. I wish I had someone else, in my real life, that shared this interest of mine. But at the same time, a secret is so much fun. This is my secret, that I’m not the person people think I am. I’m not a bad person, if I was, I would have been caught already. Keeping this.. YOU a secret is worth what we have. You’re worth it. The joy and thrill of knowing you’re mine is all worth it.

Periods of reflection are essential to understanding what you want.

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I know where you live. I’ve seen the listing for your house online.. every single photo. I know which one is your bedroom.. your windows are so big and you have a one story house … you’re just asking for it. God, that was so easy to find. I’ll have to drive by some night, and see what I can find.

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you. You… YOU. Youuu!!!! you <3

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drugging you would be fun. I remember giving you a pack of skittles once, that you ate without question; I could totally give you an edible and just count the minutes.. the seconds until it hits. You won’t even know what it is as first, but soon you’ll feel a little weird. “Why is my mouth so dry? My hands are sweaty. The steering wheel feels stuck to my hands. What the fuck is happening!?” Ha. That’d be entertaining. Don’t worry honey, I’ll take over, get in the passenger seat for me. Lock your seatbelt in, take a look at what I’ve done to you. God, you’d look so hot all fucked up, not even knowing what’s happening. I would drive you to my house, or even YOUR house just because you can’t tell even count your fingers right now, why would I listen to you? What music would I play? Maybe I could show you one of the playlists I made for you, show you some songs that really amp up my fantasies. “Where are we going?” Aw, you don’t even know what road we’re on. On second thought, let’s go to the park, so I can take you in the dark night, where no one would hear you. You’d like it though. Maybe you’re feeling a little weird, maybe I can help you. I’m so sorry you feel off, how about I make you feel good instead? Just lay back and let me do what I need to do. When I fantasize about you, I can never decide which way I like you most; on top of me, or under me. On top of me, inside of me, dominating me; I know you can be aggressive, you love to degrade. I found your Twitter account, I know the sick shit you’re into, which is why you wouldn’t even fight back. You want to be taken advantage of. You want to take advantage of other people. I could do that for you, better than anyone else. Underneath me, you’d be the whore you try, and fail, to hide. I can be rough. I’ll bite you, mark you as mine, dig my fucking teeth into your skin till you cry. Make you beg, and make you beg some more. I’d totally put you on a leash, have the control you crave to be under. At some point, you’d get more adjusted to the drug and be more conscious of yourself. That would be the most fun, because now you have to fully comprehend where you are now. You can’t hide how much of a whore you are, I see right through it.

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You keep asking if I’ll be there, if I’m going to certain events you’re going to. What’s your game? Do you want me there for a reason? Are you nervous that I won’t be there? At first I thought you were just curious, but it’s hard to not notice this pattern you’ve created.. makes me wonder why your forethoughts seem to involve me so often. It’s not like I’m the type to not go to events either, you just get worried I won’t be there, for whatever reason. I get worried when you’re not there; I don’t have someone pretty to look at, entertain me without even trying, watch. When I can’t watch your every move, it’s hard for me. It’s just so fun to observe your body language; the way you glance at me when I’m not looking, the random excuses to talk to me, getting in my space whenever you can, avoiding interaction occasionally due to nerves. It’s easy, you are so easy. It’ll be so easy to get into your pants too, I’m just waiting for the perfect time, which might be soon. Maybe I’ll convince you to give me a ride home, when I know I don’t really need it, just to be alone with you. Maybe I’ll make a move, maybe I’ll just make you nervous, maybe I’ll make you vulnerable. I will make you mine though, I know that for sure.

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Saw you running on the track today. I knew that if I was driving by, it wouldn’t be suspicious for me to catch a quick peek. You looked really good, good enough to make me wish you knew how I felt, even though you’d probably think I was crazy. You were sweaty and winded, perfectly vulnerable in the moment. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me as I slowly drove by, barely hidden by the fence. I wonder if you’ll ever notice… you should be more observant.

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I look forward to seeing you everyday. I find it entertaining that I know so much about you, and you have no idea. I’m sure I seem very normal, not the type to obsess over the thought of following you to your house and watching you. You’d have no idea I was there. I’d be able to gather so much information about you; blackmailing would be easy if that was what I wanted. I’d prefer to seduce you as organically as possible, but if it came down to it, I’d hold you captive till you learned to give me what I want, which isn’t much. Your undying and never ending affections are a dream of mine. I will find a way to claim you.

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the thought of making you beg and cry, marking you with my teeth and making sure it bruises and hurts. The more I hurt you, the more you’ll crave me. You want to be under someone and I can give that to you. It’d be so much easier if I knew where you lived… if only <3