Obsessed Stalker/Sleep Scenario pt 1 (consensual CNC)
Your profiles mostly blank with a profile pic with a random backyard sky picture you took, a pin drop and a country location, 65 million residents. After lurking on the seedier side of reddit for months, jumping from sub to sub, you have a chance interaction with username “——”, it’s something that happens every now and then but this time something’s different, the conversation is…easy, really easy. He’s saying all the right things and likes the right stuff and the confidence is just hot. He’s funny, interesting and you find yourself getting riled up, looking forward to the next message notification. The conversation is shorter than wanted, craved, bantering on for about 20 minutes before he went completely silent. “He’s probably busy, maybe working” you think to yourself but before you know it minutes turn to hours without a response and you feel a pang of shame for having had something akin to hope.
“brrrt-brrt”
Glancing over at your phone you can see a familiar red and white. Your heart flutters for a moment, reaching over to pick up the phone.
“Hey, sorry about that, I was actually making a long drive and couldn’t reply”
A small smile escapes your lips.
“Oh yeah? Where to?”
“———“
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and your throat suddenly feels dry. What are the chances?! Thats the city you live in. Theres no way, right?
“Can I ask what for?” You inquire, hesitant to hear the answer.
…
“To visit a friend….”
Somehow that doesn’t feel true but you don’t press further. Your mind is racing, it’s got to be a coincidence, a crazy coincidence right, right? You keep trying to convince yourself theres nothing to be worried about but theres something just nagging you in the little corners of your mind. What if. You shudder at the mere thought of one of your little depraved fantasies potentially coming true.
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Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve really fallen into the rhythm of your life. I see you most mornings on the downtown-bound train, always in the third car, usually sitting quietly, book in hand, engrossed in your own world, you never notice me. I’ve watched you wander grocery aisles after work and one time I followed you through a bookstore even commented how much I liked the book you were holding. By now I know you like I know myself, I know which shops you always stop to look into, the restaurants you liked and the new ones you didn’t, which bars you and your friends like, the station you get off on to go home, the road there, the house, your door and bedroom light…
*pulls out phone*
“Hey, sorry about that, I was actually making a long drive and couldn’t reply”
A small smile escapes my lips.