Page 1 of Their Darkest Needs

Ihave been following her for two years now. I know she’s aware that someone is out there, following her every move, but I can’t lie: I like that she knows it too. There's a strange satisfaction in the way she looks around searching for me.

At first, she acted like she was worried, always looking over her shoulder. I made sure she could never see me—it’s something I learned along the way with my job—but somehow, she still knew, my clever little doe.

Now all she does is test me.

I look at the video playing on my computer. The way she takes off her clothes makes me think she knows I’m watching, like she’s putting on a show just for me. The corners of my mouth liftup in a smile. I wonder what she’d do if I were standing there, looking at her perfect body while I touched myself.

Unzipping my pants, I take my hard cock out, and start to slide my hand slowly up and down my length to the live feed of her in the shower. The water cascades down, running over her full tits, making the need to run my hands over her smooth, wet skin unbearable. Soon, little doe, soon.

I turn up the sound of the live feed—I need to hear and see all of her, I don’t want to miss out on anything as she is the addiction I so desperately need.

I love that she has a glass door on her shower. It helps my camera capture her from every angle, giving me the best view.

She throws her head back, her hands roaming over the curves of her body, while she massages the soap on her soft skin. I groan while pumping my shaft faster.

It doesn’t take long until my release hits me, and white hot spurts of cum fly onto my legs and chair. I tuck myself back in and look at her one last time before I close my computer and go get ready for work.

It won’t be long now.

“Iam exhausted, Tay! Let’s go home.” Mara is shouting into my ear like I’m deaf. Every time she gets drunk, she starts to yell like a madwoman. I mean, if she keeps going, I probably will be deaf soon. She's so lucky I love her. Not that I could ever stay mad at her for long; she has been my closest and only friend my whole life.

“Mara, I’m right here, no need to scream. Let me grab my jacket, and we’ll go back home.”

“WHAAAAT?”Ugh, seriously.I roll my eyes and place my jacket over my arm. I hold out my hand so Mara can grab it, and we both can leave. She’s a wanderer, and when it’s dark like this, you never know what creeps might be around trying to pick her up. It's 2025 and the streets have never been more dangerous. Plus, I think she secretly likes being mollycoddled. I mean, who wouldn’t want someone in their life to take care of them, to bethere and make sure they are safe and okay? If it wasn’t for Mara, I would never know what that feels like.

I look around and wonder if my stalker is out here. Not that he ever shows himself. I have never been able to actually see him and it’s making everyone think I’m just imagining it, but I know he—or she, you never know—is out there.

I don’t think this person is dangerous. I mean, after two years of stalking, if they had bad intentions, it would have happened already,right?

I sigh and continue our walk to Mara’s place. I don’t really talk to anyone about my stalker anymore, since I have never actually seen them, and people won’t believe me because of it. Plus, having to hear people constantly tell me that ‘maybe I should try a therapist’ just makes me want to scream in their faces. I’m not crazy! I hate it when people call me that. It’s like telling someone to shush when you are already being quiet, it bothers me to the core.

Some of the lights on the street aren’t working properly, making this whole walk a little bit creepier. A movement to my side makes me screech. I turn my head, only to be greeted with an empty street.

There’s an overfilled dustbin on the side, and there’s no light coming from the houses around us.

I haven't checked the time yet, but I guess it’s later than I thought .

My heart is racing, beating out my chest , and I have this feeling that something is wrong, as if something bad will happen, but as I look around, I cannot find anything.

“Mara, did you see that?” she turns to where I’m looking and laughs.

“Maybeee it’s your stalker.” She lifts her eyebrows, gigging while saying the word ‘stalker’. I look back at the empty spot.

“Maybe.”

I decide it might be better if we just get home sooner, so hopefully this feeling will stop.

I hold her hand tighter and pull her with me to walk at a faster pace. Maybe I’m just tired and seeing shapes in the shadows.Yup, I’m not crazy at all.

I take Mara to her apartment, help her remove her shoes, and tuck her drunk ass in bed, before I go to my own place. I know most people would just dump them at home, and let them figure it out themselves, but she's like my sister and I couldn’t imagine living my life without her. What if she stumbles down the stairs or tries to take a bath and drowns? I would never forgive myself.

That feeling of uneasiness gets more intense after I leave Mara’s apartment. I keep looking over my shoulder, still not seeing anything, which makes me more paranoid about it all. I should have gone to the party in my car, but I didn’t think it would be this late, and it’s not that far between our houses. Not to mention that it would be better for the environment if I take the twenty five-minute walk instead. My keys are in my hand, poking out near my knuckles, and I’m feeling a bit like Wolverine. They've been there the entire walk, helping me feel a bit safer. I also have a mini pepper spray keychain and a small rape alarm attached to them.Isn’t it just wonderful to be a woman?

I quickly open my door and rush in, just in case there actually is someone following me. I don't turn any of my lights on—so he’ll think no one is here—and stumble through the dark to get into my shower. Which seems more of a challenge than I thought it would be. “Shit!” I yelp, holding my foot while a tingling, stabbing pain sparks up my little toe. Groaning, I continue my way to the bathroom. I’m sticky, sweaty, and tired. I could reallydo with some scorching hot water running over my body to ease my mind.

I open the bathroom door and start the shower, taking a deep breath as water begins falling down, beating the bottom of the bath, and steam starts filling the room.

The moment the water hits my body a moan slips from my lips. I could stay here for days, but unfortunately, I have responsibilities in the morning, and I really should get to bed before I have to go back to work.

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