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Book 1: His Obsession

Hey guys , so i hoped you enjoyed the last chapter cause I definitely did.

I know this isn't exactly a chapter but I do want to say something real quickly then we can go back to unveiling the rest chapters

So guys , I want to ask a few questions.

What are your hidden desires?

It's not wrong for you to desire something that cannot be .

Or is it?

Well let me tell you my own story...

I had a huge big crush on my math teacher at my tutorial , I know most of you might find it twisted but it's not. I actually found myself attracted to him and I couldn't help myself.

Although am a kind of person who's big on upholding one's principals and the rules especially the ones of society. He was quite older than me like should I say twice my age or maybe in his late twenties or early twenties but he looked young anyway.

The first day he stepped into our classroom I felt this pull , I know you might probably think it's cliche but it's not. I actually liked him which was weird for me because I normally dislike all my math teacher. He was definitely different from the rest and I actually wanted nothing more but to please him and impress him.

Not to brag but I was considered the prettiest girl at my tutorial, but I wanted him to see past my pretty face and make him see how intelligent and matured I am.

Long story short we became friends ,we exchanged numbers and started texting and calling it was quite thrilling and exciting but it all felt wrong. We spoke in class like we were dating but we were actually not.

Then the worse happened , a new girl came to ur school, let's say she wasn't as pretty as me but I tell you just one look in her eyes you'd know she's definitely not an innocent one, she then became the things I was not dating ,bold, and very clear about her moves on "MY CRUSH"

To not sound too childish she kinda took all his attention and

I was devastated actually and then we kinda drifted apart although the chemistry was there but I stopped any stupid thoughts of even exploring what could be and snapped myself out of it.

I've got a lot of other stories like that too , it's not a sin of crime for being who you are no matter the kind of sexuality you have , even if you gay or straight.

We all have our hidden secrets or desires.

So tell me what's yours?

Since I've told you one of mine , why don't you tell me one of yours . Who knows maybe I might write up a story with a similar one as yours that's if you will permit.

Don't be shy to express yourself, I know most of you read my book but don't comment cause they don't want to be caught reading a book like this , others have there reasons too.

Just want to let you know it's not bad in indulging yourself, just like me . Although nothing came out of the thing going on with my math teacher but I actually learned to face math which has always been my worst enemy.

And I've also got a boyfriend who loves me so things kinda worked out fine.

So please do comment , after spilling my guts.

You've got to give me something.

Love Josie Frank

Hey guys so this is a short sex story, hope you enjoy.

Blurb: He craves her , wants her , watches her and bids his time in making his move and when finally he did, she becomes his Obsession.

Will she be his undoing?

She knows nothing about him except he has been her secret admirer, sending her flowers and love notes every single day . He's the mystery man in her life or more like her stalker .

This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy...

Think of it like a mystery admirer.

I repeat it's all a fantasy...

Hope you like the naughty bits...

Daisy's P.O.V.

You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal, anyway I've fallen in love or more like in lust with someone I know not .

Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers.

I wonder how he knew and I seem to not care much either because all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hunting my dreams faceless.

I know it's stupid yeah?, some people might say I need help but I really don't care am a woman who knows what she wants and my body and pussy wants and craves for him.

Although have not seen him yet but the phone calls, texts , flowers make me want him more. I still wonder how he was able to get my number"snapping out of my thoughts I'm three bites away from finishing my cereal when there's a knock on my door.

I'm startled at first; I never get visitors."since I pretty much dont know anyone here I mostly keep to myself thinking it may be a neighbor or something, I set my plate down and check the peephole before opening the door. A man in a white dress shirt and tie, with some type of name tag is standing there holding a small brown package.

I open the door. "Can I help you?"

"Miss Redwood?" he asks, looking up from the clipboard in his hand.

"Yes, that's me."

"I have a delivery for you."

"But I didn't-"

He thrusts the clipboard and pen at me. I look over the invoice, but it gives nothing.

"If I can just get you to sign right here," he says, tapping the bottom of the page.

Confused, and a little dazed at what the package could possibly be, I numbly scribble my name across the signature line and hand him back the invoice. He flips the page over and rips off the sheet beneath it and hands it to me along with the package

"Have a good day, ma'am."

I watch as he turns and walks away. I look down at the package in my hand, absentmindedly closing the door and walking to the kitchen. I try to rack my brain to see if I bought anything recently and come up blank.

I set the package down on the counter and look at it cautiously. It's in plain brown paper and about the size of a small box. I scoot it around and see no return address"

Strange!!!

I don't really have any friends besides my colleagues at work . I work as a veterinarian, and I'm not that friendly and I don't have many friends here in Brooklyn, so who sent me something or could it be Mr M. Is it normal to receive packages out of the blue? What could it be?

Oh well, I guess there's only one way to find out if it's him.

I turn it around so the end is facing me and I slide my finger beneath the tape. Once the tape is loose, I pull a white box out. I suck in a sharp breath when I see the words Victoria secret across the top. It's one of my favorite lingerie brands. It's also very expensive.

Nervously, I lift the lid and put it to the side. Pink tissue paper lay across the top. I lift it away and see a small white envelope resting on top of a sheer piece of fabric. I pull out a cream postcard size piece of paper.

Wear me tonight.

Mr M."it's the nickname name I gave to my secret crush since I don't know his actual name .

"That's it. That's all there is!"panic and excitement flowed through my vein , ok I get that it's real weird getting gifts from someone who could possibly be a murderer or a rapist or maybe a serial killer but am willing to tempt fate and give in to my inner desires.

Does this mean he's going to show himself tonight? Warmth and excitement hits my chest at the possibility, then nervousness and uncertainty set in. Am I really ready to meet him?

I carefully slide the card back inside the envelope and put it on top of the lid, then reach out for the sheer material. It feels so soft and smooth in my hand. I've always had a thing for expensive lingerie; it's my guilty pleasure. I know it's a habit I shouldn't have, since it's such an expensive one, but it's one thing I refuse to give up. There's no better feeling than having the softest silky material against your skin all day. The contents of my underwear drawer are probably the most expensive thing in my house.

What I lift out of the box has me gasping in delight. It's a white colbalt babydoll material with a lace-covered satin bodice and short flowing sheer skirt that I know will show more than hide. There's also a pair of satin white low-rise bikinis that would barely cover the curve of my ass, and a piece of soft scarf-length material. I pull the long piece of fabric out and run my fingers over it. It's just as smooth as the babydoll.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't wait to feel this against my body. I should be scared of the possibility of meeting Mr M, and yes, I am a bit nervous, but the anticipation outweighs the nervousness tenfold. I just hope he's everything I've dreamed of him being, and not the psychopath he could be.

But if I do wind up dead! That means I died wearing the most expensive and luxurious underwear....

I carefully put everything back inside the box and carry it to my room where I placed it on the bed. I'm not sure what Mr M has planned for tonight, or what time I should be ready, but I figure it won't be until later.

Leaving the gorgeous lingerie behind, I walk back to the kitchen to finish my cereal, bouncing on my heels the entire time with a huge grin on my face."can't wait for what's coming next.

I step out of the shower after spending a good thirty minutes underneath the spray. I've shaved and reshaved my legs, arm pits, and my pussy. I've shampooed and deep conditioned my hair so it will be soft and glossy once it dries. Standing in front of the mirror, I apply a sweet lavender scented lotion all over my body. Next, I brush my teeth twice and swish around some mouthwash until my mouth feels like it's on fire. After drying my hair and leaving it falling loosely down my back in soft waves, I leave the bathroom and walk to my bed where the lingerie is still sitting in its box.

Some people may say I'm crazy for going to such lengths to impress a guy I've never met, and they're right. But you know what? I don't give a fuck and have decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance. It's a chance I may as well regret, but it's one I'll regret even more if I don't.

I've never had a man think so much of me that he would go through the lengths that Mr M has gone just to know me. For six months, he's taken the time to send me flowers that he knew I loved. Who does that? Every woman wants such a man, but even I have to admit the circumstances here are worrisome. But I have to know what this is, and figure out if it's something worth going forward with.

He talks to me like he'd do anything to please me. He's already shown me that he wants to take care of me, making me think of him as one of those dark daddies you read about in those MMA romance novels. You know, the guys that will do anything, be anything, and will drop everything for the girl? The whole idea of him is like a fantasy come true. I want that fantasy to become a reality in my bed so bad.

I slid the lingerie out of the box and run my fingers over the lacy cups. I haven't heard from Mr M yet, and the more time that passes, the more anxious and nervous I get. I let my towel slide to the floor and slip my feet into the panties. Just as I predicted, my ass hangs out of the sides. But it looks sexy. I pick up the nightie, slip it on, and let it glide down my body. The material feels like heaven against my skin.

Walking back to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. Although I love expensive bras and love expensive panties, it's not often I wear nighties. I sleep naked, and I haven't had a permanent sexual relationship in over a year am what you call a no strings attached kinda girl, so there wasn't really any need. Looking at myself now, with my hair down around my shoulders, my tanned skin against the stark white of the nightie with my curves all out, my cheeks pink from excitement, and the smile I can't keep off my face, I have to admit, even to myself that I look sexy.

The cups of the nightie hugs my breasts and push them up, giving me ample cleavage. You can see my dark pink aroused nipples through the material. Right between my breasts, it separates and flows loosely down my stomach until it reaches just below my waistline. I feel sensual and decadent.

I walk out of the bathroom, unsure of what to do next. Obviously, he has something planned, but I have no idea what. It could just be him calling and us talking on the phone. I want to hear his voice again, but I'd rather hear it in person.

I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and a wine glass out of the cabinet before walking back to the bedroom. I pour myself a glass and set it on my nightstand, just as I settle down on top of the covers with my phone in my lap. I feel like a desperate hussy waiting on a booty call, and it makes me giggle .

I decide to bring up the webnovel app on my phone and read for a bit while I wait on whatever is going to happen next. I recline back against my fluffy pillows and curl my legs beneath me. I admire the silky feeling rubbing against my stomach and upper thighs.

A few minutes later, I'm so absorbed in my book that I jump when my phone starts playing "If you ready come and get it"by Selena Gomez My stomach quivers and my palms start to sweat as I look down at the screen and see Mr M's name. I wipe my palms on my bedspread and swipe my finger across the screen. I can't help the rush of excitement I feel as I bring the phone to my ear.

"Hi," I say breathlessly.

"Hello, Daisy," comes his deep, velvety reply

We're doing things the way I want it"his deep velvet voice said , I could feel shivers running down my spine.

Mr M's .P.O.V

Fuck it!!!

What am I going to do if she says no. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I need the extra time to worm my way in, but if she's not willing to give it, I may go insane.

She stays silent. Through the darkness and into the light of her room, I watch as her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Her back is straight with her feet planted on the floor. The split in her nightie is open enough that I can see her flat stomach and the tops of her thighs. The wisp of material covering her pussy is so small, it's barely noticeable. She bites her bottom lip, mimicking what I'm dying to do.

I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."

Although she agreed, she still keeps her eyes on the window.

"Do you have the scarf?" I ask.

she nods, knowing I can see her.

"I want you to use it to cover your eyes. Tie it good for me." I keep my voice low.

She hesitates, thinking about my statement if she should do as I ask, suddenly she gives another nod.

"Good girl. After you do that, I want you to lie back against the pillows and wait for me Daddy is coming."I said smiling.

"But how will you get in?" she asks with uncertainty but with a sexy tone.

"Don't worry about that. But you have to promise not to remove the scarf."

Time stands still as I wait for her acceptance. I wonder if I've pushed too far and asked too much of her. I can understand her reluctance. I'm a stranger, and I'm asking her to trust me with not only entering her home, but also with her body. She has no reason to, but obviously there's something about me that makes her want to.

"I promise." She says it so quietly, I barely heard her say it.

A bout of pleasure rushes into my chest and goes straight to my cock. It pulses in my jean, and I felt a drop of precum leak from the tip.

"Go ahead, Beautiful," I coax in a strained voice.

I stand in the shadows and wait with anticipation as she grabs the silk scarf from beside her and presses the material against her eyes. After she ties it in place, she slowly scoots back until she's lying with her head on the pillows.

"Stay there and wait for me."

Even to my own ears, my tone sounds rough.

I turn away from the window and am about to hang up, when her frantic voice stops me.

"Wait!"

When I turn back, her body is as stiff as a board. The hand that's not clutching the phone is balled into a fist at her side. Even through the window, I can feel the tension radiating off

I watch through the window as a stunning smile crosses her lips. It almost takes my fucking breath away.

"What are you doing right now?" I ask, just to see what she says.

"Lying on my bed, talking to you."

"Did you like my gift?"

"I did... it's gorgeous. Thank you." She says as she lovingly fiddles with the hem of the nightie. "I'm wearing it right now, actually."

"I know," I reveal softly.

Her fingers stop playing with the material and her body gives a small jerk. Her eyes begin darting around the room. "What? How?"

"Hush," I soothe, and watch her body relax slightly, although she still seems a little tense. "I'll explain later. Tell me how it feels against your skin."

It takes her several seconds, but she lays her head back against the headboard and lets out a small sigh before answering.

"It feels good. It's soft and smooth, and it feels cool. I love how it fits perfectly against my curves. It makes me feel incredibly sexy. How did you know what I wanted?"

"I've already told you, there's a lot I know about you. You deserve everything you've ever wanted, Daisy, and I needed to know what those things were. I plan to be the man that gives you everything and make your deepest darkest desires come to life ." I said

"I have a confession," I whisper to her.

Through the window, I watch as Daisy adjusts on the bed and scissors her legs, like she's trying to relieve an ache between them.

"What?" It sounds like a moan and my body goes completely rigid.

"I can see you." The whisper comes out huskily.

I'm prepared when Daisy quickly sits up in bed. Her gaze snaps around the room for a split second before it lands on the window. I've already stepped back into the shadows so she can't see me.

She scoots to the side of the bed and prepares to get up when I demand, "Don't."

It's obvious she's waging a war in her head as she sits on the side of the bed, her eyes stuck on the window and her body tense.

"I know it's not exactly what you wanted, but we do this my way for now. Okay?"

I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."

Although she agreed, she still keeps her eyes on the window.

"Do you have the scarf?" I ask.

She doesn't answer verbally. Instead she nods, knowing I can see her.

"I want you to use it to cover your eyes. Tie it good for me." I keep my voice low.

She hesitates, thinking through if she should do as I ask, I'm sure, before she gives another nod.

"Good girl. After you do that, I want you to lie back against the pillows and wait for me."

"But how will you get in?she asks with uncertainty.

"Don't worry about that. But you have to promise not to remove the scarf."

"I promise." She says it so quietly, I barely hear it.

A bout of pleasure rushes into my chest and goes straight to my cock. It pulses in my jeans, and I feel a drop of precum leak from the tip.

"Go ahead, Beautiful," I coax in a strained voice.

"Stay there and wait for me."

Even to my own ears, my tone sounds rough.

I turn away from the window and am about to hang up, when her frantic voice stops me.

"Wait!"

When I turn back, her body's as stiff as a board. The hand that's not clutching the phone is balled into a fist at her side. Even through the window, I can feel the tension radiating off her body.

When she speaks next, I have to press the phone harder to my ear to hear her.

"What in the hell am I doing, Mr M? How do I know you won't come in here and hurt me?"

The vulnerability I hear in her voice damn near crushes my lungs. I hate hearing this scared and uncertain side of Daisy.

I make sure my voice is strong when I reply. I want her to take my words to heart and know them for the truth they are.

"Daisy, I would rather cut off all my limbs, I won't hurt you I just want to give you pleasure I want to be allowed to worship you. You have no reason to trust me, but I swear on everything I am that I would never hurt you, because if I do, I would be hurting myself."

She takes a shaky breath that I not only hear over the phone, but also see. It's hard to stay on this side of the window when I see her struggling with her decision. I want to go to her and show her that I would never hurt her. I hope she gives me the chance.

After several tense seconds, her chest deflates and the tension in her body lessens. The ache in my stomach decreases.

"Okay then come in here and make love to me " she says delicately.