***As a reader of this site I promise that I'll continue this piece. As a writer I can't promise I can crank it out fast. There will be a few slower chapters.***
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He lay in bed, the sun slowly coming up a slight chill in the air. The large awning windows letting the sunshine in. He hadn't closed the curtains last night, soon the room would be full of light.
He missed her. Though he had only known her for a short while, he had watched her from a distance long before he made his move. He had followed her. To be honest he had stalked her, watching her usually out of sight. The grocery store, the gas station, work, he never approached her. He wanted to make sure she was the one.
He had worked hard to tame the beast inside of him. Unfortunately, there was no avoiding the fact that eventually it would need to be let out and satisfied in one way or another.
Before he introduced himself he knew that she worked way more than he liked. Six days a week approximately 80 hours a week, not including travel time. One part time job, one full time job. Something he hoped to change; he wanted to take care of her, for her to be his, she deserved it. He thought back to the first time he laid eyes on her.
She was younger than him, her demeanor though independent and confident was sweet and innocent. She smiled easily at the barista, was sure to say please and thank you, perfect manners. More than he could say for lots of people these days. Gone were the days of strangers saying, "bless you" post sneeze.
The bright yellow dress hugged her curves but was long enough to be professional. Showing only a small amount of cleavage and revealing the lower portion of her legs from the knee down. The color looked beautiful against her dark brown skin. She had paired it nicely with simple turquoise heels and a matching cardigan. He liked the color contrast.
He watched from his table in the cafe barely listening to anything his colleague had said wanting to pursue her but unable to abandon the conversation. She had dark brown eyes so dark that the light that hit them appeared much brighter than it was. Her hair was long reaching to her waist. She smiled, and of course, it was perfect. He hoped to see her again. Not one to leave things to chance the next time he saw her he followed her. That's how he discovered where she worked.
She dressed nicely but from her repetition of outfits he gathered she didn't have many clothes or only liked these ones. Mid-twenties, small friend group, various teas never coffee, and though polite not a fan of small talk.
She worked out, mostly running, and laps in the pool. He had bought a guest pass just to watch her in the gym. It unnerved him to see her doing squats, realizing he wasn't her only admirer. He noticed a few men watching her in a not so subtle way. Her body was nice to say the least. A flat toned stomach. Legs that seemed to have no end. An ass that was round, not from glutton but from time well spent at the gym.
She never noticed him. On more than one occasion he feared for her safety because she seemed so oblivious to the world around her. One night he watched her walk from her parking space to her apartment building after a night out with friends. Heels that were at least 6 inches tall, and a dress that was short enough to leave little to the imagination if she bent over. He watched and waited to make sure that she got inside safely. He knew then that he had to make his move and soon.
He had finally took his opportunity to talk to her one day as she waited for her order to be called. He asked about the book she was holding,
Clash of Kings
by George R. R. Martin, he was familiar with the show.
"How do you like it so far?" he asked. She looked at him questioningly. "The book, how do you like it so far?"
She smiled effortlessly, "I love it. The character development-" the barista calling her name stopped her from continuing. She excused herself with a smile and moved to retrieve her order. Stopping only to add three sugars then exiting.
Days passed before he saw her in that setting again. He was confined to watching her from his car. On day four she was behind him exiting the café. He stopped to hold the door for her. She thanked him stepping outside into the cool Spring day. It was now or never. He asked her if she'd like to go out on a date sometime mentioning that he'd seen her there a lot. The rest was history.
One date turned into seven and here he was weeks later. Shirtless in bed, his mind drifting to what it'd be like to make love to her, what it'd be like to fuck her. He grew hard thinking about undressing her, fingering her, her underneath him looking into his eyes as he pushed into her. He had no choice but to jack off at this point.
The lotion on his nightstand ready to be used. He pumped some into his palm then gripped himself. This scenario had happened frequently. Thoughts of Izzy lately meant time for masturbation.
He let his mind take him to his less than savory tastes as he imagined what it would be like. Spanking, bound and unbound, the control, the punishment. But he came to the thought of spoiling her. To the thought of her being his. He groaned realizing that he had soiled his sheets with his thoughts of her, his cum had spurted every where. Not for the first time over these last few days, he cleaned himself up then changed his bed sheets throwing the soiled ones in the washing machine.
He knew he had to tame himself. She was, in all sense of the word, vanilla. He hated that term because no one was truly vanilla everyone has their own kink. He liked her so much that he didn't want to jeopardize what they had in any way at this point.
The best way to broach this is to just be honest and see how it goes
