*THIS STORY IS HEAVY ON RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE, CNC AND STALKING. ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND AS A RESULT OF MY HORNY IMAGINATION.*
I was walking through the park when I saw you again, Delilah. You had tight running leggings on and a sports bra covered by a tight workout jacket. Your trainers were laced up tight and your tied black hair was swinging behind you as ran. Your headphones were blasting music, I could hear the bass when you ran past.
*No, NO. I won’t fall in to this habit again.*
Without knowing, I had followed you. You stopped now, stretching, elongating those already delicious muscles. I’m close enough to hear your moan of satisfaction, when you stretch a particularly sore spot. I look around. Noone behind me. Noone in front of me. I smirk.
*No.* The little voice in my head shouts. I can’t hear it over my blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through me. My cock presses against my boxers.