Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)So let me just start out with the easiest thing first, then work my way up from there.
I have a stalker. A dangerous stalker. Thats why I've been disappearing in and out for a while.
I also have a life that I need to lead, while dealing with this son of a bitch.
Now, the story goes on. This is all copied and pasted, because I'm to lazy to write it all out.
Well, letâs start at the beginning. He was my best friend four plus years ago, when I first moved to Arizona. He was the first man that I ever willing slept with. I haven't seen him since I was fourteen. I've always burned for him, my body always hot, soul always remembering him as if he were something injected into my veins, like a drug. So when he and I found each other again, and he asked me out. I accepted.
Well, on Friday afternoon, my stalker decided to make an appearence on my AIM - he talked to one of my best friends and well, the things he said were creepy. He had been in my room, watched me while I slept, went through my belongings. I was afraid, so I told David about it, he told me to come over to his house, because the stalker would have no way of finding me there. He led me on, wanted to protect me from my stalker because he cares about me, even when he no longer knows me. So I went to his house, stayed over the night before our date. The actions, they were hot, heavy, decadently sinful, tastefully wicked, so beautifully twisted. Thatâs how he and I have always been together.
We were so close, I could smell his want for me, the addiction that he had for me running through him. I was everywhere locked inside of him. Heart, mind, soul, body. He was hard for me and his tongue it pleasured me.
But I wouldn't let him inside of me, wouldn't let him taste my forbidden fruit. So I didn't let him fuck me, make love to me, like he just oh so wanted to do. I rejected it, told him that we would have to wait, because the waiting would make it so much more meaningful. We watched movies, his mouth on mine, couldn't get enough of me. We fell asleep in each otherâs arms and awoke the next day only to get ready and go out on our date.
I received a call during the middle of the date, by none other than his girlfriend. One that he wasn't sure if they were still together or not because he hadn't heard from her in a week or two. He sat me down, told me that he wants me, but he needs to be fair about everything that was happening. Get his life together; see if it would work out with her because he didn't want to be an asshole. I understood, thinking that they were over.
He just made himself so presentable, never even told me that he had a girlfriend before I was already there and had no way home. So I had to wait. We ended up going back to his house and watching movies while I waited for my best friend to come and get me. I get another call from his girlfriend, learned a damning fact that he still hadn't told me, the fact that his girlfriend was also five months pregnant with his child.
Then she decided to come over and meet me, while I was stuck waiting for my friend. I had to play the part of just a friend. Act as if nothing had gone on the night before. Although, when she met me, she looked at me as if she were going to kill me. He says that he wants to be with me, but he just wants to be fair to her and give her a chance because he is carrying his child and he wants to be responsible about it. Well, he can kiss my beautiful ass goodbye, because I'm not going to take that shit.
He used me, played me, and now, now I'm just unsure of what to do. I feel like a cheap slut, even though I didn't let him have sex with me. I just feel so dirty. So ugly.
I have a stalker. A dangerous stalker. Thats why I've been disappearing in and out for a while.
I also have a life that I need to lead, while dealing with this son of a bitch.
Now, the story goes on. This is all copied and pasted, because I'm to lazy to write it all out.
Well, letâs start at the beginning. He was my best friend four plus years ago, when I first moved to Arizona. He was the first man that I ever willing slept with. I haven't seen him since I was fourteen. I've always burned for him, my body always hot, soul always remembering him as if he were something injected into my veins, like a drug. So when he and I found each other again, and he asked me out. I accepted.
Well, on Friday afternoon, my stalker decided to make an appearence on my AIM - he talked to one of my best friends and well, the things he said were creepy. He had been in my room, watched me while I slept, went through my belongings. I was afraid, so I told David about it, he told me to come over to his house, because the stalker would have no way of finding me there. He led me on, wanted to protect me from my stalker because he cares about me, even when he no longer knows me. So I went to his house, stayed over the night before our date. The actions, they were hot, heavy, decadently sinful, tastefully wicked, so beautifully twisted. Thatâs how he and I have always been together.
We were so close, I could smell his want for me, the addiction that he had for me running through him. I was everywhere locked inside of him. Heart, mind, soul, body. He was hard for me and his tongue it pleasured me.
But I wouldn't let him inside of me, wouldn't let him taste my forbidden fruit. So I didn't let him fuck me, make love to me, like he just oh so wanted to do. I rejected it, told him that we would have to wait, because the waiting would make it so much more meaningful. We watched movies, his mouth on mine, couldn't get enough of me. We fell asleep in each otherâs arms and awoke the next day only to get ready and go out on our date.
I received a call during the middle of the date, by none other than his girlfriend. One that he wasn't sure if they were still together or not because he hadn't heard from her in a week or two. He sat me down, told me that he wants me, but he needs to be fair about everything that was happening. Get his life together; see if it would work out with her because he didn't want to be an asshole. I understood, thinking that they were over.
He just made himself so presentable, never even told me that he had a girlfriend before I was already there and had no way home. So I had to wait. We ended up going back to his house and watching movies while I waited for my best friend to come and get me. I get another call from his girlfriend, learned a damning fact that he still hadn't told me, the fact that his girlfriend was also five months pregnant with his child.
Then she decided to come over and meet me, while I was stuck waiting for my friend. I had to play the part of just a friend. Act as if nothing had gone on the night before. Although, when she met me, she looked at me as if she were going to kill me. He says that he wants to be with me, but he just wants to be fair to her and give her a chance because he is carrying his child and he wants to be responsible about it. Well, he can kiss my beautiful ass goodbye, because I'm not going to take that shit.
He used me, played me, and now, now I'm just unsure of what to do. I feel like a cheap slut, even though I didn't let him have sex with me. I just feel so dirty. So ugly.
