Addicted To Pussy: Why I fucked My Stalker

I pity losers, such as yourself, who have never experienced pussy as good as mine.

 

When you first came into the club that night, I could tell you were lonely. At first, I caudle you like a lost puppy. Too often I find myself feeling pity for men like you. Now, you show up every weekend, never fail to be my biggest tipper. Something about you is different though. You don’t initially give off vibes that say “Hey I’m addicted to pussy.” but the way you stare at mine does. Sometimes I can feel you looking deep into my flesh, past any piece of tiny fabric that attempts to cover my puffy pussy lips. I glide my body up and down the pole and envision the more explicit images that must be flashing through your head as I do.

It’s been 3 years, you’ve been coming in like clock-work. Surely I’m more than just a fascination by now. No, You’ve become absolutely obsessed with me. I can tell. No man looks at me the way you do. I’ve caught you smelling walls that felt my sweaty shoulders brush past them. Even saw you pick up a wad of tissue I threw in the can that had my mucus all over it. You’d often rush to the bathroom directly after MY sets and I wondered If you painted a nice mess in there fantasizing about me. Imagining the things you’d do to curb this addiction to pussy you clearly have. Or was it just an addiction to me?

Sex is like a drug, and my pussy has become your personal brand of ecstasy

I’ve seen plenty of desperate men. You’re far more obsessed than them. However, something about this chase was intoxicating. I like being gawked over. I like being desired. Dare I say, I enjoyed the high rush of being stalked by someone so pathetic and lonely. Perhaps we began spinning a tale of the spider and the fly, because keeping you on the edge of this addiction seems very dangerous….and I love living recklessly. You, on the other hand, live addicted to pussy. I know eventually you’d do anything for this obsession of yours. Anything just to have a chance to smell it… and I could sense that in you. I know eventually this urge of yours will consume you. I pity that and equally relish in the power that might give me over you. Perhaps you could become my prey instead.

I just know, that if you ever did get to touch me, it’d be the peak of your existence. Such a sad thought really… poor lonely loser. In love with a stripper and too addicted to her pussy to amount to anything else. Admittedly, the thought of shooting you up with a high as great as the top of my tight pussy sounds pretty satisfying. Surely I’d have complete and utter control over you after that. Just as any addict, enslaved to their addiction. Temptations are a bitch to resist and I want to be the sweetest bitch you’ve ever enjoyed… or endured.

I’ll use this addiction to gain power, one lick and I’ll have utter control over you

I stayed late tonight… just for you. Made sure to send everyone else home. Shut the club down and told them I’d lock up all alone. I look helpless and vulnerable. The perfect prey for a predator addicted to pussy. At least that’s what I want you to think. I notice you in your car still outside. A perverted peeping tom waiting around for me. It’s just you and me. Leaving the doors unlocked, I return to the main stage and wait. Surely you won’t resist this perfect opportunity to have me. I’m banking on it. I might play hard to get at first, but once I let you inside I know you’ll be hooked. Willing to do whatever it takes to reach that high again. I know you’ll surrender to my pussy completely. So what are you waiting for? You ready to cum inside and face that burning desire you’ve been desperate for all along?

 

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