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He doesn't know I exist. I watch him leave out most nights from my ring camera. Always wearing black.
Wearing a hoody or a ball cap as his veil of mystery. We're the only two apartments on this floor, and I've reached the point of obsession how I watch him quickly passing my door to and from his bachelor's apartment.
He leaves late at night and returns early in the morning. He never has company, and his routine is unwavering. This started innocently enough three months ago when I noticed I had a new neighbor in the long vacant apartment 2A.
I saw a doormat and heard him leave one night. It was me being bored and nosey, wanting to check out the new neighbors.
I did an activity check on my cam app and found myself stopping the footage to try to get a better look. I live a boring life. So much so that my new hobby is recalling hallway footage of eight seconds of my dark knight coming and going.
I am a closet extrovert. In my mind, I love parties and bars, shamelessly flirting with guys and living my best life.
In reality, I work from home, have very few friends, and inwardly crash and burn in most social settings. I am standardly attractive, that I don't hurt for attention when I go out.
I think that some men see me as a challenge because I don't want to be bothered with their pick up lines and half hearted attempts to appear witty, charming or funny. My stoic, dark mindset prevents me from being gender role appropriate as a woman interacting with the males in public.
In my private thoughts I think about being soft and fragile taken to the edge. This is who I really am and I can't help to wonder how I will ever free myself from the confines of wanting to actually be taken to my point of no return.
I watch my Shadow Bae and wonder what kind of man is he that the seconds captured in a frame in a hallway would reveal.
It was late Thursday night. One more day till the start of my weekend. My usual weekend activities typically consist of ordering in, maybe flirting with a delivery guy, an edible or two, and a tasty IPA. I'm horny as fuck and I decided to do a thing.
As crazy as it was, the things people do behind closed doors. Close to the time he normally leaves for the night. I dressed in thigh high leather boots and a collar.
Long story how a shy recluse like me has a collection of leathers, tethers and other instruments of power and pain.
Ten minutes before his nightly departure, I grab my vibe and sit my back to the front door, legs splayed. My ass and pussy lips, naked on the dirtiest part of the house. I don't care because I'm a dirty whore tonight, and I belong with the filth left from the outside world.
I vibe my slickened pussy, fluttering the pleasure tool on my sensitive nub. I imagine him having free access to enter my apartment in the middle of the night. I know what he's here for and I know I have simple instructions to lay at the door for him to have me. The instructions are clear if he has to find me, I am to be punished and tortured for disobedience. His dark figure makes me do all kinds of things to serve him.
I set my phone to my cam app, if only to see his figure as he glides by. Same determined, veiled face. Milliseconds captured on video. I would slow and add to an obsessive montage of my hidden obsession. He's all I want in the most unrealistic way, yet he's my next door neighbor. He's just a cup of sugar away. I think, wetting my pussy to the rhythm of my meditation of him.
My timing is perfect for the concert of the live footage of him leaving his apartment, my tingly, wet pussy and oncoming orgasm, moaning in pleasure as he surely heard me in passing. Bumping my head to the door.
The days have come and gone, just like him. I started to think about taking my new obsession to the next level. As crazy as it is, I have to have him, but I'm too awkward to approach him in a hi neighbor kind of way.
But not too awkward in my semi drunken state to crash and burn in my private thoughts with all of the crazy scenarios I've concocted in my head to get to someday fuck him. It took me hours to write him a letter. A letter that a sane person would never even consider. A letter that he will never see.
The letter wrote:
Hello Stranger,
This may sound crazy because you don't know me. I live in 2B.
I have a crush on you. I just want to fuck you once. As I write this letter I imagine you reading it in shock and disbelief, but curious enough to want to know more.
Early Saturday morning my door is unlocked for you to use me in anyway you see fit. I fantasize that you are rough with me to train me to earn your gentle side.
Sincerely,
Lonely whore
This is crazy. Who in the hell invites a total stranger, a neighbor in fact, into their home to volunteer to be ravaged?
Shuddering at the insanity of it all while secretly getting turned on by my rape training fantasy with him. Tomorrow morning I'm going to get his attention. I started to plan.
He usually comes home between 6:30 and 7 in the morning. I waited by the mailboxes and lingered so it would appear like I just happened to be checking the mail wearing short shorts and a tight tank top.
I considered slipping the letter into his box. I toggled with the idea, then thought against it. I brought it with me to see if I could be bold enough to actually do it.
I could see him through the glass security door as I casually turned the key to my mailbox, so nervous, I didn't realize with all the excitement of seeing him in person, I dropped the letter. We locked eyes. He's intrigued. I'm caught up in the moment that this face to face is really happening.
"Good Morning." I say cheerfully. I can't take my eyes off him, finally seeing him in person.
"Good Morning." He replies. He hasn't stopped looking at me either as he decided now would be a good time to check his mail too.
I'm way out of character, but I can't stop myself when I make small talk to try to get to know him.
"You just moved in 2A. My name is Toya. I'm your neighbor."
"Hello Toy." Is all he said, shutting his mailbox, bending down to pick up a letter and moving on to get upstairs.
"Its Toya." I say, correcting him.
"Ok." He says, shrugging, heading to the staircase.
"What did you say your name is?" I asked.
"I didn't." He says, turning with a half smirk and mischief in his eyes.
He keeps walking and I follow as we are both heading in the same direction.
It's awkward because his back is to me and he's moving quickly to get up the stairs and down the hall. He passes my door. With keys in hand, he is precise when he unlocks his door.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Gavin." He turns to say before quickly entering his apartment, barely giving me time to reply to a closing door.
This was the first time I really got a good look at him. I loved his height, his chiseled features, deep-set eyes, trimmed beard, and perfectly kissable lips.
Tall, dark, and handsome, hidden under the brim of his ball cap. 'Gavin.' I said his name out loud thinking about what I could have done differently at the mailbox.
I started to set up for work when I began to look for that silly letter I had written. Panic washed over me as I replayed the whole scene and realized that I must have dropped it. Racing back to the mailbox to see if it was still there. It was gone. Gavin must have picked it up.
How could I be so stupid? I obsessed. My whole day was wrought with worry and fear that I inadvertently revealed my secret to my crush. My pussy throbbed with need, thinking that the cat was out the bag and he probably would steer clear of me and remain a mystery and not act on my crazy private thoughts.
Knowing that he knows the truth about me made me want him even more. After an agonizing day at work in Zoom meetings, I shut down my laptop and went straight to my room, laying out my collar, nipple clamps, and a monster black dick dildo.
I showered and shaved, doing my hair and makeup for my possible date with destiny. Taking my time, I punished myself for being so incredibly stupid, dropping that letter. I put my collar on to the tightest setting where I could still breathe, clamped my nipple to a painful bite, and set my alarm to watch Gavin leave for work.
I guzzled down a beer, wanting to cry so bad, but my horniness was the overriding emotion. In the dark, I lay in my bed and licked on this oversized silicone dick for hours. Every lick, a penance for being so dumb, yet wishing in my own perverse way that I could lick on him and get fucked like a street tramp by my handsome neighbor.
The time was getting close and I moved the set up to the door with my cam app open to watch him leave for the night in real time. With my back to the door, and a naughty pussy at the threshold, I added the vibe to the party, timing a much needed release, stuffing the head of the dildo as far as it would go down my throat as I watched him do something different from his usual routine.
Coming down from a powerful cum, after he was long gone, I watched the footage of him passing my door, wedging a note or a card in my door. On my knees in the dark, I cracked open the door to see the note drop.
It read:
'Text me a picture of that pussy to see if it's even worth my time. G.'
My heart thumped out of control because this was really happening. I immediately grab my phone, snapping pictures of my still wet pussy, glistening with fresh cum. I picked the best one and sent it to the number on the note with the word 'please.'
My nerves raged on the edge, wondering if my pussy would be good enough for him. Then I wondered if I should be waiting at the door for him or should I make him find me in the room. My heart beat furiously in anticipation hours ahead of my fantasy sex possibly happening for real.
He texted me back, instructing me to send him what I wanted him to do to me. He warned me if I left out any detail, the whole thing was off, so make it good. I got to work texting him back that his lonely whore will do just about anything for a rough fucking and intense humiliation treatment to get him to be soft with me.
His text back read: 'Bitch I'm bout to razz your ass. Dick hard AF. Just be ready. G.'
