Our Story: Chapter 1 - Our Beginning [NC] [Stalking] [Obsession] [Drugging]

In the movies, when the hero first sees his true love, the clouds part to finally reveal the sun, the world turns from a muted, desaturated palette to vibrant life, from a dreary, melancholic ballad to an anthem of joy and hope. 

For me, it felt more like getting kicked in the stomach. 

It’s like my body forgot how to breathe as my view of reality completely changed. The life that felt so normal and complete suddenly felt bleak and tragic - my life immediately felt empty without you in it. 

We were in the grocery store, of all places, passing each other in the aisle. Who’d have thought we’d be surrounded by canned soup the moment that both of our lives would change forever? 

I guess the change wasn’t as obvious to you. While I struggled to adjust my mind to this new reality, you passed by with barely a half-smile and a nod. And the moment you passed me by, the world turned dark and cold — returning to the washed-out filters that had seemed so normal only a moment before. 

I spent the next several minutes pretending to shop for things I didn’t even want, just so I could watch you out of the corner of my eye. And before I knew it, you’d finished your shopping and had gotten in line for a register. 

Of course, I decided to check out too — maybe I could strike up a conversation while we loaded our groceries into our cars. But I got stuck behind some old lady trying to redeem a bunch of expired coupons — who even uses coupons anymore — and by the time I made it to the parking lot, you were gone. 

Did you know that over the next several weeks, I went to that grocery store every day at the exact same time, just hoping you’d be there? Just chasing that moment of vibrancy with you in sight? And finally — finally — the day that you were actually there, you must have come a little earlier than before. You were already loading groceries into the back of your car when I pulled into the parking lot. 

I parked a couple of aisles away from you, but close enough that I could still watch. I couldn’t see your face, and maybe it's crass to admit this, but I did enjoy watching you bend over as you put your bags in your car. 

But it was so quick. I only got a couple of minutes to see you before you pushed your shopping cart into the return, got into your car, and pulled away. 

It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Not after all that time I’d spent waiting for you, watching, hoping for a moment of relief from the dreariness of not being able to see you. 

It wasn’t even a conscious choice, it was like my car had a mind of its own —before I knew it, I’d pulled out of the parking lot and followed you home. 

You didn’t notice when I parked a couple of houses down from where you pulled into a driveway. I watched as you unloaded your groceries, and that little part of me that had wondered if everything had just been in my head was quieted. 

The world came alive again as I watched you. In a way, it was like I had come alive. I knew, without a shadow of doubt, that you were meant for me — if only I could figure out a way to convince you of it. 

I thought about approaching you right then, of properly introducing myself, but I knew it would likely only scare you away. So I waited until you’d finished bringing the groceries inside, and I headed home. 

I started driving by your place two or three times a day, just to see if you were home. At first, just knowing that you still existed in the world made everything alright. But I quickly grew frustrated not being able to see you. 

I started parking down the street at night when your car was in the driveway. I found a path that would let me sneak around to your house without the risk of your neighbors seeing. 

I started spending hours almost every night, just watching you through the window. I’d watch you cook or sit on the couch watching tv. I see you look down at your phone and laugh, and I’d wonder who you were talking to — imagining the day I was the one who made you laugh like that. 

You do this little twirl thing every time you pull something out of the fridge to take to the stove. It’s fucking adorable. 

Of course, you didn’t consciously realize that I was there. But I am fully convinced that on some deep subconscious level – maybe down to your very soul — that a connection was forming between us. I’m sure that you started leaving the blinds open a little more often, started spending just a few more minutes in front of the window by the sink, just to let me see your face a little longer. 

I could tell that on some deep spiritual level, you were subconsciously reaching out to me, reveling in our connection as much as I was. 

And then one evening, I went by your place, saw your car in the driveway, parked in my normal place, and made the hike to my hiding spot, ready for us to spend the evening together – only to find that every light in your place was turned off. 

You weren’t home.

Your car was there, but you were not. Meaning someone had picked you up.

A date?

Surely not. You wouldn’t do that to me. 

It must have been a girl’s night. You’d never betray my trust like that. I was sure of it. Your heart was so pure. I knew you wouldn’t break my trust like that.

I knew it … but I didn't know-know. Don’t get me wrong, love. I trusted you, but a tiny little part of my brain whispered some dark, terrible things about you. The anxiety rose in me quickly. 

I don’t know why I decided to try your bedroom window. It had never been unlocked before. But I felt an undeniable pull.

And it was unlocked. 

It was a significant moment for us. I believe, from the bottom of my heart, that subconsciously you left the window unlocked for me as a symbolic gesture of the trust growing between us. And maybe as a bit of an apology for not being there. 

My hands were shaking with excitement the first time I entered your bedroom. It was such a big step for us, and I didn’t know where to start. It was such a beautiful opportunity to learn so many things about you, and I didn’t know when I’d have the chance again. 

I got a glimpse into your life that most people take for granted, the things you don’t learn until well into the relationship: What kind of coffee creamer you like. What brand of toothpaste you use. How you organize your shoes.

I got to smell your pillow, so I knew what your hair smelled like. I got to see where you kept your cleaning supplies. I learned how you liked to fold your T-shirts. 

I’ll confess … I took a pair of your panties. I couldn’t help it. I was so excited, and I needed a memento, a reminder of that special night. But I only took one. I wasn’t going to be an asshole and inconvenience you, make you go out and buy more underwear – especially not after you’d so thoughtfully given me this opportunity.

It was like a dream.

But the real prize came when I started looking through your cabinets. Hanging from a little hook tucked inside the cabinet with your coffee mugs was a set of keys. If my hands had been trembling with excitement when I first entered your place, you might have thought I was having a seizure as I tested each key on your back door. 
It took several tries to get the key to line up with the slot in the lock. My heart was racing so fast I couldn’t even see straight. 

It worked.

God, I can’t even tell you how excited I was. I stared at the key for what felt like an eternity, my brain running through hundreds of possibilities. It was like a whole new world opened up to me. I went back inside to make sure your bedroom window was closed, then exited through the back door, locking it behind me. 

The next day I did some shopping.

If you’ve never really looked into it, you’d be surprised how far technology has come in the security world. If you’re willing to spend the money, you can get cameras that are unbelievably small and provide crystal clear picture quality. It really is a marvel.

It took a couple of weeks before there was another opportunity where you were not at home in the evening. I’m just glad you never noticed the key missing and changed your locks. I’d made a copy of your key, so the first thing I did was hang your original key back up on its spot. And then I got to work.

I had decided to use some self-control and only bought four cameras. There would be some dead spots in your place, but I’d be able to cover the areas you spent the most time in. 

I put one in the kitchen, since you like to cook, and one in the living room, focused on your favorite spot on the couch. 

I put another in your bedroom. That was the most important one. The world is so dangerous, and there are so many fucked up people out there. It would give me a great sense of peace being able to watch over you while you slept.  

I also put one focused on your shower. That one was important too, but I’ll admit, that’s for more selfish reasons. 

That’s pretty much all I did on that trip. It took so much time to install the cameras, I didn’t want to risk you coming home while I was looking around, learning more about you … although I did take another pair of your panties. It was a monumental occasion, and I wanted a souvenir. 

The next several months were some of the best of my life. We spent so much time together. The moment you came home, I’d have you on my TV. Usually I’d be doing stuff, cleaning my house, working on the computer, etc glancing over occasionally to check on you, but sometimes I’d just sit on the couch and watch you for hours. 

I learned all of your favorite meals to cook and started keeping the ingredients on hand. That way, whenever you started making one of those meals, I could cook it right alongside you. I’m sure mine didn’t taste as good as yours – you’re such a good cook – but I enjoyed us doing the activity together.

I bought a little tv to put beside my bed, so when I laid down, I could watch you sleep until I drifted off myself. I’ll tell you, the rhythm of your heavy breaths while you sleep is the best ASMR I could imagine. 

I wasn’t even surprised to discover that you masturbate about as much as I do. I’d kind of suspected that hidden vein of neediness inside you, and it made perfect sense that our sexual interests lined up so perfectly. 

It became another activity we did together pretty much every night. 

Those first few months were bliss, watching you filled me up in a way that I can’t really express, but over time, things started to change for me. The change was so gradual that I didn’t even notice until it had fully taken hold.

What had started out so fulfilling became shallow and empty – a poor imitation of the real thing. Like living off a diet of junk food. Sure, it tastes great at first, but over time, it loses its charm. Eventually, you can shove off hunger by eating a packet of chips, but what your body craves – what it really needs – is real food: protein and vitamins and minerals and all that. 

After several months, even masturbating together left a hollow feeling. Spending hours a day, imagining how your body would feel beneath mine had once felt exhilarating, but over time it became a constant reminder of what I didn’t have … you.

Rather than sitting on the couch and watching you contentedly, I’d pace the living room while I watched. Instead of letting the sound of your gentle breathing lull me to sleep at night, I’d just lie there and stare at you. 

I became angry. Very, very angry. 

Angry at the world for introducing you to me but keeping you so far away. Angry at the constant reminders of you that I’d surrounded myself with. Angry with you for not letting me have you. 

I replayed the one brief interaction we’d had and how you’d blown me off so casually. Why didn’t you give me a chance? Why wouldn’t you even look at me? I’d take such good care of you. 

And then it struck me. You were ruining my life. 

You’d consumed my thoughts for months, becoming the sole focus of my attention morning, noon, and night. I was like an addict. Every moment that you were not at home, every second that I couldn’t see you, was a special kind of torture. And the first view of you each day was a relief of nearly orgasmic proportions.

You’d taken control of every part of my life, and I knew – knew with every fiber of my being – that if I didn’t find a way to get you out of my mind, you would destroy me. And I realized that the only way to get you out of my head was to have you in my hands. Even just once, just one time of having you in real life would settle something inside me. It would break the spell you had over me, give me the closure I needed to move on with my life.

Drugging you was the obvious choice. Overpowering you would require me to hurt you, and even though you’d been so cruel to me, I didn’t want to cause you harm – I just wanted you. 

Finding the drugs was surprisingly easy; getting you to take it would be the difficult part. I decided to put it in your wine. You’d drink the wine, get sleepy, and lie down. If things worked out right, you might not even realize anything had ever happened. 

It was the perfect solution. I would get to have you for a night, and then get to move on, and you wouldn’t have so much as a memory to cause any trauma.

I had to sneak into your house while you were at work every day for a couple of weeks, which was incredibly risky. I knew I had to time it just right. There had to be just the right amount of wine in the bottle. Too much and the drug might be too diluted, too little and the taste might not be masked enough. 

But I eventually got my Goldilocks moment with the perfect amount of wine left in the bottle. From what I’d seen, I was confident you’d drink that much in a night. I had to take several deep breaths to calm myself before drugging the bottle. I was so excited that I was worried I’d spill half of it all over the counter. 

I was so elated that things were finally going to happen that I took a pair of your panties – something I hadn’t done in a long time. 

It was a moment worth remembering.

The next two days were some of the longest of my life. I had to sneak to my usual hiding spot thirty minutes before you got home, and sit there waiting, watching for you to have a glass of wine.

The first night was a bust. You’d decided to have something a little harder than wine. But the second night was it. 

It was my night.

I’m guessing you’d had a long day. When you came home, you went straight to your bedroom and changed into your pajamas. Then you poured yourself a glass of wine before you even started cooking dinner. 

It was perfect. If you’d had a bad day, I was about to redeem it for you. Even if you didn’t exactly remember the time we were about to share together, I felt sure that subconsciously you would feel the sense of connection and wholeness that I knew I would have.

You’d started pulling food out of the fridge when you began to get sleepy. You left everything on the counter and stumbled to the couch. I saw you plop down on the cushion and slowly lean over until you’d lain down. 

I waited an additional five minutes, just to make sure you were good and asleep, before I snuck to your back door. 

I was hard before I even locked the door behind me. 

I stood in your living room for several minutes, just looking down at you while you slept. Mouth open, breathing deeply, you looked so god damn beautiful. I knelt beside you and brushed my fingers over your face. 

I couldn’t believe you were real. That you were really right there in front of me, without a screen between us. I ran my thumb over your lips, gently, like the reality of you was a bubble that I was afraid I’d touch, and you’d disappear. 

I leaned down and pressed my lips against yours. Our first kiss. It was a moment of magic. 

I’ve always been the kind of person to rip the wrapping paper off my presents in a frenzy, eager to see my gift. But tonight was special, and I wanted to savor every moment. 

I took my time unwrapping you. 

I slid the socks off your feet one at a time, then gently tugged off your pajama pants. I ran my hands up one leg, and then the other. I wanted to touch every square inch of you. 

You felt so good in my hands, somehow even better than I imagined. 

You barely stirred as I lifted your ass off the couch and slid your panties down your legs. I wanted to take your shirt off as well, but even though you hadn’t so much as batted an eye, I was worried jostling your head that much would wake you. 

So, I just pushed your shirt up your chest. I stared down at you for a long time, just lost in your beauty, barely believing you were really there with me. 

I stripped down too. I didn’t just want to fuck you. No, I needed to feel your skin against mine, to have that time with no barrier between us. I needed to have as much of you as possible. 

I pulled your legs apart and climbed on top of you. I leaned down and brushed my lips against the smooth skin of your stomach. I kissed a line straight up over your belly button toward your chest. I slid my hands up your sides, massaged your breasts as I sucked one nipple into my mouth. 

Your skin tastes wonderful.

I kissed your chest, your shoulder, your neck. I nuzzled my cheek against yours. I pressed my lips against yours.

And slowly, ever so slowly, I began to work myself into you.

You were so tight, and I didn’t want to hurt you, so I took my time, allowing your body to adjust to me. When I’d finally buried myself completely inside you, I raised myself up enough to look down at your face. 

You are so fucking beautiful.

Your face was calm, so relaxed, except for a little furrow between your eyebrows. A tiny tendril of moonlight shone through the window and trailed across your face. You looked like an angel.

And I had you. I finally had you.

I watched your face as I began to work myself inside you. Gently. Lovingly. This moment between us was this precious, beautiful, fragile thing, and I was careful not to shatter it. I brushed a strand of hair from your face, pressed my face against yours.

I whispered your name into your ear and told you I loved you.

Slowly, I began increasing my pace. I wrapped my arms around your head, pulling you tight against me. Our bodies pressed together. Your skin was so soft and warm. 

I thrust harder and harder, our bodies bouncing on the couch cushions. You stirred just a little, making these adorable mumbling, grunting sounds. A flash of worry that I might wake you went through the back of my mind. But god himself couldn’t have stopped me at that moment. 

Months of craving, of longing, of desire and obsession culminated in one glorious moment of pure connection. I groaned as I finally released all that frustration deep inside you. I wanted you to hear me. I wanted you to hear, at least subconsciously, how much pleasure you gave me. 

I collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily into your ear. I had to be careful, though. I knew if I wasn’t, I could have easily fallen asleep there, cuddled up with you. I felt so relaxed, so at peace – something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

After a few moments, I sat up. I brushed a strand of hair from your face. God, that moment with you was everything. So beautiful. So precious. So real. 

And I knew, in that moment, that I would never be over you.

I wasn’t ever going to be able to get you out of my head. We were meant for each other. You were meant to be mine, even if you didn’t know it then. The idea of going back to living a life without you in it broke my heart. 

And that, my love, is how you ended up here.

It was a little tricky getting you into my car without being seen. But getting you out of the car and into my house was much easier – I don’t have any neighbors that live close to me. 

I know it must be scary, waking up in an unfamiliar place, tied to a bed, with no idea what is happening. And you don’t know me nearly as well as I know you.

But you will. You will get to know me, and I will get to know you even better. We will learn each other, and grow together. 

Hopefully, from this story, you can see just how much I love you. And over time, you will grow to love me, too. I will teach you to love me. 

The world is scary and cruel. I’m going to protect you from all of that. I will guard you from all the pain and suffering out there, and I will never hurt you. There may be some tough lessons along the way, some moments of intense confrontation as I teach you how to love me, but I promise to only do what is necessary. 

I have no desire to hurt you. I could never enjoy causing you pain. But I will do whatever it takes to help you see how perfect we are for each other. 

And that is our story so far. I cannot wait to see what the next chapter holds in store for us.