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Encounter With My Stalker – Part 1

 

He’s been watching me for a few years. He’s always there, waiting for his chance to pounce. Somehow, he manages to find me no matter where I go. I can’t escape this man no matter what I do. I’ve spoken to the authorities but to no avail. They don’t believe me. This man has me trapped. He’s my dedicated stalker. It’s been a game of cat and mouse for too long. Eventually, one of us will break. 

 

I’ll give you a bit of background information about this man. He’s 36 years old, handsome, and well-off. He’s a dentist. He owns a dental practice that his father previously owned. (Nepotism at its finest.) He comes from a wealthy and influential family. He could make my life difficult and miserable for however long he wants to. 

Now, as to how we met, I’ll tell you all of the not-so-nice details.

 

We met on a dating app, which is also a streaming app. Weird, right? Anyway, I came upon his stream one day shortly after joining the app. I thought, “Oh! He’s so cute. He’s handsome! He looks like a nice guy to talk to. He has beautiful black hair and adorable dark brown eyes!” I was WRONG on every level. 

 

That man was a monster. We instantly fought because of his annoying habit of engaging others through online discourse. He said awful things to get a reaction out of people. I called him out on multiple instances. He hated my guts, or so it seemed. He hurled insults about my looks, hobbies, interests, and intelligence each time we interacted. I fought back, and he loathed me for it. 

Unbeknownst to me, he had a crush on me.

 

Actually, he was obsessed with me, and I was obsessed with him. We were both unhinged, but to different extents. His obsession was much more dangerous than mine. He had access to resources and connections, which made him scary. You see, it was a suffocating love-hate relationship, but I was addicted to the highs and lows of it. Truthfully, I didn’t want it to end deep down inside. 

 

One day, I had enough. I couldn’t take it anymore. He pit me and another against each other. I didn’t feed into the chaos he attempted to manufacture. The woman’s name was Natasha. She took it upon herself to let me know that awful man didn’t love me. Of course, I didn’t love him, and he didn’t love me. Quickly, I clapped back with, “I don’t love him. We’re not even friends.” 

 

This whole situation angered him, but I had no idea.

 

I instantly blocked all communication with him and decided that we wouldn’t be talking going forward. There was only so much chaos and verbal abuse I could take. Months later, a random man matched me on a different dating app. His name was Josh. We happily engaged in conversation. He added me on Line Messenger, and we went from there.

 

There were times when I thought this man seemed eerily similar to the awful one I had spoken to before, which was my stalker, but I brushed those thoughts off.  Well, it turned out it WAS him, but I had no proof. He asked me if I wore sexy underwear. He asked a few other sexually charged questions as well. That made me uncomfortable. Eventually, I asked if we could video chat to prove he was real. He refused to video chat with me, so I blocked him. I thought my troubles ended there. I was in for a terrible ride. 

 

If you can’t wait for part 2, then check out my erotic audio with more sexy details~

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