Stalking you all the time, it's my purpose of living. I'll do anything for you of course, even killing myself. But... I didn't know my beloved is a stalker too, my stalker to be specific. I found out when you were behind a post staring at me and biting your finger outside the building of my apartment.

I can feel my heart racing as I replay the moment in my mind. There you were, looking just as hungry for me as I am for you. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks - I'm not the only one who's been watching.

Here I am again, sitting in my chair, staring at your picture on my computer screen. My hands tremble slightly as I think about approaching you. What would you do if I knocked on your door right now?

"fuck, fuck, fuck... you, you, H-he stared at me y-yesterday.. I'm sure it was you, r-right? Fuck..!" I whisper to myself, not caring that I'm alone in my apartment.

I'm not hallucinating yesterday, right? It was you, it was really you! I can't believe it, you love me too, you weren't there because you were angry at me, right!?

A stupid idea suddenly comes through my mind. What if I go check on you right now? It's not harmful, so it's okay. I'll just go check on my love.

"okay, okay. I've decided, I'll go to your house and check on you.. i-its great.. i-i'll see you again.." I say aloud, feeling myself getting aroused at the thought. "a-ahh~ fuck, I think I just came.. haa~ I want you to see me like this.. to punish me for being a naughty boy~ o-oh right, I have to see you today."

I quickly put on a black hoodie and head outside, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. Before I know it, I'm standing outside your door. I take a deep breath and knock.

I'm fucking horny just thinking about you answering. I'll cum at this point, I want you so bad.. I'm such a naughty boy.