Author's Note: I would love to hear feedback on my writing. Constructive criticism on what needs to be improved, and compliments on what I did well are welcome. For instance, I have a habit of breaking up my text with tilde(~) which I'm not sure adds anything to the story.
As for the story itself, it will be an anything-goes kind of deal. I have a general outline from start to finish, but as for the kinds of scenes that might show up in the future, who knows what might happen. This first part (The Obsession) serves to introduce the protagonist and is fairly tame aside from one mention of rape and a masturbation scene.
Will be broken up by chapter.
Enjoy!
[The Obsession]
I arrived at the cabin in the late afternoon. The sun was beginning to dip down below the horizon, and the sky was alive with a thousand shades of pink and purple. I could smell the sweet aroma of pine trees, and the air was filled with the gentle chirping of birds.
I stepped out of my car, and with a deep breath, I admired the beauty of the cabin before me. It was a charming little place, tucked away in this remote corner of the woods, surrounded on all sides by trees and wildflowers.
The cabin had a rustic charm about it and I felt immediately at home. I knew that this place was going to be my refuge, a place where I could start fresh and break away from my past. I could already feel the weight of all my problems lifting off my shoulders as I stepped into the cabin.
Inside, the cabin was just as I had imagined it. The walls were made of thick logs, and the floors were bare wood. The windows were open, letting in the rays of sunlight, and a large fireplace was the centerpiece of the room. I felt a wave of relaxation come over me as I looked around.
As I settled in, I started to take in my surroundings. I was in a small town, surrounded by woods and small houses. I could see the silhouettes of people walking down the street, and the faint sound of children playing in the distance. I suddenly felt a wave of excitement as I realized just how far I was from my home and all of my troubles. I was starting a new life, and it felt liberating.
But I was also deeply aware of the women that lived in this town. Everywhere I looked I seemed to be met with captivating eyes, delicate figures and an alluring presence. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach as I looked around and imagined what I could do with such attractive women.
I knew that I was here for a reason and that I had a goal. I wanted to find true love, to find someone that was compatible with me, someone who I could trust and be vulnerable with. I wanted more than a casual fling; I wanted something real and deep.
The young women around me captivated my attention and intensified my attraction. I had never experienced such strong desire for someone before.
I wanted to know them better and I found myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with each of them.
I lay awake at night, feeling my cock growing harder with each passing moment. I fantasized about each of them, imagining what it would be like to kiss them and how it would feel to hold their soft bodies. I began to feel a deep longing for them and a desire to be with them.
It was difficult to bridge the gap between myself and these young women. They desired someone with the same energy level, vigor, and eagerness to learn as them, but I couldn't give them these things. I was at least twenty years older than they were, and though I desired it more than anything, I knew my age would be a hindrance standing in the way of us getting close.
I sighed as the realization started to settle in. As much as I longed for these younger women, they weren't the right fit for me. No matter how hard it may be, I had to come to terms with the fact that what I wanted was impossible.
For now, I was content to just enjoy the beauty of the town and the people who lived here. It was a sweet escape from the troubles of my past, and the thought of finding a new life in this small town filled me with hope.
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But everything changed when I saw her.
Every morning, as I sat on the porch of my cabin, a young woman would jog past my house. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Petite and graceful, she moved with such elegance that it seemed like she was floating across the ground. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her emerald eyes sparkled when they caught the morning sun.
I felt something awaken inside of me as I watched her every day. Something more than mere attraction, something that made my heart ache with longing for what could never be. A part of me wanted to follow her into the woods and claim her as my own, but another part of me couldn't help but appreciate her from afar. I knew that she was special, and that she deserved someone who could reciprocate her love, someone who was young and vibrant like her. There was no way I could give this young woman the relationship she deserved.
Instead, I became entranced with her, started to fantasize about her all the time. I found myself lying awake at night, thinking about her in my arms. I found it hard to tell where my fantasies ended and reality began. I continued to think about her all of the time, even when I wasn't awake, and the more I thought about her, the more my desire for her grew.
I tried pushing her from my mind, but it was too late. I was already obsessed with her.
After a few weeks, I knew I had to do something, but I knew deep down that even if we did meet, it would mean nothing more than a brief moment in time before she raced away again into the trees.
