Obsessed
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Lydia sat on the couch a bowl of overly buttered cancerous looking popcorn placed in front of her.
Her favourite show was about to air. She sat tensely, her body filled with the excitement of someone who was ready to ride a rollercoaster.
Who knew what the show would talk about tonight. Would it be UFOS, John Wayne Gacy, unsolved terrifying grisly murders, or lost love? Okay, that one was probably her least favourite. If she wanted to watch some mushy love shit she would watch a chick flick or maybe Breakfast at Tiffany's, but she wasn't wanting that. She was wanting deep dark scary stuff that would fuck her head up even more than it already was.
"Wacky Martin's Blood Shack."
Wacky Martin was this guy that actually talked and looked like a robot. He stood in his trench coat, his eyes as cold as the killers he was talking about. His name didn't really suit him because he looked a bit too serious for a Wacky Martin. That name should belong to someone a little more like a used car salesman.
But despite that, the show was massively addictive. It even had a really intense theme song that gave her the chills.
Wacky Martin stood, his face serious, in front of a prison. "Tonight we are at Florida State Prison, where the infamous Ted Bundy met his maker in the electric chair."
He went on that Ted Bundy was born Theodore Robert Cowell November 24th, 1946. And would later go on to kill at least thirty. His favourites were brunettes with long parted hair.
Lydia felt herself instinctively run her fingers through her own long brown hair. It made her feel nervous.
The phone broke the silence, It was Aubrey. "Turn on the TV. Wacky Martin is on!" She practically screamed into the phone at Aubrey.
"You know I don't give a fuck about Wacky Martin. They always just blame some black man, or it turns out to be the husband, too boring."
"Fine then. I'll talk to you later," Lydia said with a click.
Lydia knew that Aubrey was probably murmuring to herself about what a rude bitch she was.
The show, as always, kept her on the edge of her seat.
When it was over she went about her usual routine of checking every last window and door, locking them and setting her alarm.
She went to take a shower. As she began shampooing her hair she thought to herself, "This is exactly when I'd get murdered. Naked and exposed. The beads of water trickling down my breasts. Killers choose to strike when it's fucking inconvenient. When was a convenient time to get murdered?" She idly thought as an odd smile formed on her face.
She laid in bed, tossing and turning, all kinds of thoughts running through her head. As sleep eluded her, she turned her thoughts to trivia.
Ted Bundy had a dog named Lassie. Gacy seemed like a Republican but was a Democrat. His name was Pogo the Clown. She needed to own one of his paintings because that would really tie the room together. Her trivia musing resumed. America's first serial killer is considered to be H. H. Holmes, Fred, and Rosemary, West's address was 25 Cromwell Street, Gloucester. And finally, Dennis Rader worked for ADT and that wasn't comforting at all.
As she lay determined to win the staring contest with her ceiling the first rays of the 5:00 am sun started to peer unwelcomingly into her window and the birds chirped like the little asshole fucks that they are. She buried her head under her pillow and drifted off to sleep. For all of two hours before her alarm shrilled and she had to get up for work.
She had to stop watching Informative murder porn and an overdose amount of horror films before bed. Maybe some cartoons or even anime would be a helpful upgrade.
Lydia took a hasty cold shower and then chugged a Monster Energy drink, letting her inner Kyle come out and threaten her drywall. "This shit's good," she mumbled.
She got to work just two minutes late which was a big improvement. "There you are," came the horrible raspy monster voice of her coworker Agnes. "I'm glad you're here. We have a ton of books that need to go back on the shelf immediately; before people start getting here and seeing clutter."
"Ugh. Agnes, I just woke. Can this wait, I need to sit in the beanbag room for a bit. My head's pounding." Her voice sounded a bit desperate and whining at that last part.
"How many times have we talked about this? No, you may not go nap on the beanbags. This is work. You get paid to work here. Not to come in looking like hell, and sleeping in the Children's Book-Nook.
"Yeah, okay," she said with a grunt picking up a heavy stack of moldy old books and making her way to the back of the library. As soon as Lydia was out of sight of the old crone she dropped the stack of books on the library restock cart and made her way into the book nook curling herself up into a ball on her favourite bean bag.
ooOoo
Lydia blinked her eyes slowly trying to open them. "Stupid goblin. How did you get in here?" she murmured quietly. As her eyes finally opened and adjusted she realized that she had been asleep. A bit of drool in the corner of her mouth had spilled down into a cold puddle. "Oh, you're just a normal child. Not a goblin," she said with a yawn. "Who's dead. Did Agnes finally die?"
Just as she was saying that a large group of children came back with a very angry looking Agnes whose face was even more wrinkled up than normal.
"You scared the children again, Lydia." Her voice was stern. Luckily Betty came rushing in before the old bag had a chance to unload the lecture she was clearly ready to give Lydia. "Come quick. You gotta watch the TV." Betty's voice was annoyingly frantic and loud. It was the voice of someone who enjoys spreading mass panic just so her own life isn't so boring.
"When did Betty get here?" Lydia asked.
Agnes narrowed her eyes in Clint Eastwood fashion at Lydia. "More than two darn hours ago."
"Fuck," Lydia was thinking, "I hope whatever's on that TV is actually interesting and not just some ad for Activia. God knows Betty gets excited over debating what's better, Progresso or Campbell's."
As she neared the lobby she saw several people were gathered around the TV.
Betty was hushing people as the news anchor was speaking.
"This just in. Thirty-eight-year-old Roxie Phillips has been arrested today after it was learned that she has killed, not one but, two husbands over the last few years after taking out an insurance claim on them. First in the quaint little town of Storping and then again in Valley View."
"Woah. Valley View, that's right here. Where we are," said a random dorky looking guy who had a mullet and pink fanny pack. He looked like he dropped out of the eighties. "Totally un-rad man. So uncool of her. She's totally harshing Valley View's buzz..." he continued on.
"Did I do drugs last night?" Lydia wondered. "Maybe I fell asleep and woke up in the fucking Twilight Zone. Why is there a guy in here looking like some sort of Uncle Joey from Full House clone?"
She wasn't even listening to the story now. She was pretty sure she was still asleep but then someone exclaimed, "I didn't know killers could be that fine." That caught her attention. When she looked back up at the screen she saw a blonde woman with a haunting looking face and deep sad eyes being led into county jail in handcuffs.
"Hope she looks good in orange," someone else said, to the sounds of chuckling and some high-fiving.
Lydia looked over at Betty who was now talking and gesturing at the screen clearly enjoying this moment. "You just never know folks, this type of thing can happen anywhere even in Valley View." She was trying to sound upset but was clearly loving it. Feeling fueled by the hysteria and being part of the moment. Obviously feeling important.
Lydia couldn't deny that she was also now starting to enjoy this. Probably not in the same way as Betty.
"She's dangerous. She's a gorgeous cold-blooded goddess." Lydia wished she was the one cuffing her, but obviously to a bed.
"Okay, stop thinking that stuff. That's weird. So fucking weird. You need your head examined," she thought.
Needlessly to say her thoughts continued on even after work. They continued on into the shower and followed her all the way to bed. She did her best to ignore them.
Every day Lydia would see her on the tv and couldn't help but tune in and watch in awe. The whole town was following along with the case. It was all she heard them talking about at work. The Widowmaker, as they called her. Her face was quickly becoming plastered on every magazine cover. Soon Lydia was taping her gorgeous face all over her room. Like it was 2003 and she was crushing all over Marilyn Manson and the girls of Kittie. She was just as obsessed as everyone else. The story had taken them by storm.
One day on her lunch break Lydia just sat down and started writing The Widowmaker a letter and before she could change her mind she sent it off. She never expected to hear back so when she got a letter in the mail with a prison address on it she nearly dropped it.
"Darling Lydia,
"It was very good to hear from you. In fact, it's been one of the only good things to happen to me in a while. Shocker. I can't answer all the questions you asked but I do understand your curiosity. I too am morbid and nosey.
"If you would like to come to visit sometime I'd enjoy it. Anytime that is until, you know, Haha.
"Love R.P.
"xo"
She stood still for a moment just staring at all the fine handwriting in ink on the paper. Her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She slowly brought the paper up to her nostrils and inhaled deeply before she even realized it.
Over the next few weeks, they wrote a few more letters, before Lydia got up the courage to go see her.
The best letter came just two days before Lydia's trip to the county jail. It was a small package that instantly aroused her curiosity. Slowly she opened it careful not to tear it up. Out spilled a small pair of black lace panties that fell neatly to the floor. She gasped a little then her cheeks began to turn red. She slowly picked them up and saw a small note attached to them which read:
"Darling Lydia, Something tells me that you'll enjoy this, but something also tells me that you'd really enjoy being between my legs in real life more. For now, enjoy this.
"Love R.P. xxx
"P.S. Wear my panties when you come to visit me...
Later that night Lydia found herself lying in bed. She was fresh out of the shower. Her small black lace nightie on, which actually matched the panties Roxie sent. "It must be fate," she thought with a small smile forming on her face. Lydia bit lustfully down a little on her bottom lip and brought the panties up to her face inhaling deeply. Taking in Roxie's perfume that still lingered on the panties.
Idly her tongue ran over them, tasting as she closed her eyes and her fingers moved between her legs, What followed next was euphoria. A tidal wave of pleasure that she had never experienced before washed over her. She screamed loudly not caring if the neighbors next door heard.
Two days later Lydia found herself picking out the sexiest little black dress she could find. As Lydia walked up to the steps of the county jail her heart felt like it was going to explode. Roxie's panties, which she was wearing, were already soaking and clinging to her.
She could hear her best friend Aubrey's voice in her head, "Are you seriously going to meet this lady who kills people? You are actually going to try to fuck her. You are one horny bitch. Hope you don't end up with an ice pick in you then."
Lydia was expecting that she'd have to talk to her through a glass on one of those annoying little phones, while sad families talked to their loved ones behind bars, but Instead, she was let into a room with her.
She felt her face flush and a little nervous sweat form as she looked at her face-to-face for the first time.
Roxie sat still her hands folded on the table in front of her.
Her eyes were still the same haunting deep pools Lydia had seen on TV, but they had a bit of a gleam in them now and she was smiling. She was looking pretty fucking radiant for someone who was behind bars.
When she had first imagined this it kinda played out like a porno flick in her head, but more passionate. Kind of like a Mexican soap opera. In a perfect dream-like way she would instantly run-up to her and kiss her hard and then like magic their clothes would vanish.
In reality though here she was just standing there. Her face was actually starting to turn red which caused Roxie to smile more.
"Aren't you going to come closer to me, Lydia?" she spoke, her voice thick with confidence and lust.
Slowly, with her legs trembling, Lydia moved towards her. As she did Roxie stood up. Then she took her by surprise by pushing her against the wall, kissing Lydia hard. Her teeth were lightly digging into her bottom lip. Lydia parted her lips invitingly as her tongue slipped in and twirled with hers. Hot and wet, their saliva mixing together. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest it sounded like a thousand butterflies trying to escape their cage.
Their breasts pressed together and Roxie kept her pinned to the wall. Her hand moved slowly downwards until it was between Lydia's legs. She moaned softly as her fingers rubbed against Lydia's or rather her drenched panties. Her fingertips pressed in moving back and forth.
Meanwhile, the lace was becoming increasingly wetter if that was possible with each movement of her fingers. She broke their kiss and looked deep into Lydia's eyes deeper than anyone has ever looked before. If it was possible to pierce someone's soul with just a gaze then she had.
"I can tell you are just as turned on as me, and you wore my panties as I asked. Good girl," she said with a smile.
She started stripping off her orange jumpsuit. She stood in front of Lydia. Her perfectly naked body was the kind that anyone would envy and desire, with grade-A fucking excellent tits like Julia Ann.
Lydia started to remove her dress, but Roxie stopped her. "Let me." She stepped behind Lydia and unzipped the dress slowly. The sensation of the zipper sent bolts of sexual electricity and need throughout her body. The dress finally fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, kicking off her heels. Quickly she unclasped her bra and tossed it.
Lydia was debating whether or not she should remove her panties but before she could debate any further Roxie was down between her legs her tongue sliding over them. "God, we taste so fucking good mixed together," she moaned out before continuing her licking and teasing, her nose pressed against Lydia's clit moving it up and down.
Finally, she gripped the panties and pulled them until they ripped. "There really is nothing quite like the sound of lace ripping. Something about it is so erotic," Roxie said lustfully.
Before Lydia knew it their bodies were in a passionate tangle on the floor their pussies grinding together. Their swollen lips rubbing together, juices mixing. Their breathing hard and fast as their clits began rubbing together. Their moans were so loud. At one point Lydia tried to stifle the sounds she was making when Roxie stopped her.
"No one can hear us, it's a soundproof room. We can do anything we want. Not that they would really care. In fact, I imagine that if a guard could hear he would be stroking his cock to all the delicious sounds we are making."
Their hips rocked back and forth grinding into each other. Lydia was near the verge of an intense climax when suddenly Roxie's hands wrapped around her throat and began squeezing. She started to reach out to stop her, but instead, she started cumming. Her pussy pulsated as her juices squirted out of her in a hot wet torrent. She was cumming harder than she had ever cum before.
Roxie let out a loud moan and began cumming at the same time, squirting all over Lydia's pussy. There were juices running down to the floor in a puddle. Lydia's eyes started shutting. She couldn't breathe and suddenly she was scared.
Right as Lydia was about to blackout and probably die Roxie released her. She saw the look of fear in Lydia's eyes. Fear and lust, what a strange combination to have. Roxie laughed a little. "You thought I was going to kill you didn't you?" she smiled, her eyes gleaming as she collapsed on top of Lydia.
Lydia's throat was aching and her thoughts were whirling.
Roxie whispered in her ear, her breath hot against Lydia's neck. "I won't lie, for a moment there I actually was thinking of killing you."
"What made you change your mind?" Lydia asked in a hoarse voice, almost afraid of the answer.
"You are just as fucked up as me. I might fall in love."
Her words sent shivers down Lydia's spine. She had to get her out of here.
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Following is a creative work of fiction about an obsession. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents. Being the first kid, my mom loved me more than my other two siblings. I enjoyed a special pampering while getting punished for the naughty things, which I used to do. As a kid, my mom...
IncestI'm Herman Howell and I'm a stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, I don't want to hurt anyone; I'm just in love with a woman I've never met. I'm totally obsessed with a certain writer. I'm a man in my forties and have never been married. I've never even come close. I guess I'm what a lot of people call a loser, but it's not true. I've always paid my way, never took money from the government. I'm always reading stories about these good looking guys who screw all these women. They...
Forty-five long minutes later she jumped out of her car the second it was parked and rushed inside. Her aunt had pulled a couple of strings and managed to get her this job, one she desperately needed. Being in the second trimester of a potentially risky pregnancy, she only worked mornings as the PA to Alexander Colonomos. She had suggested her niece to take over from her in the afternoons. And even though she had absolutely no experience, the man had taken her aunt’s vouch. Making both herself...
Her hair was shorter. Way shorter. I’d always remembered her the way the photos in my phone did; long dark hair hanging down, pinned up, braided, lying in tangles across white pillowcases. But those days were over. It had been a year. A year and two months, in fact. What was it she’d said? Something about not feeling safe, secure, something about me being the bad guy, about magnets attracting and repelling. God. An eloquent excuse for ending six months of madness. Eloquent. The word didn’t...
ReluctanceThis is Amy Jo Johnson. Isn’t she beautiful? She played Kimberly Hart who was the pink ranger on the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers. She also started in a few other shows shortly after. She was my first crush. She was also the first girl I ever masturbated to. One of the things I noticed about her when I was in my teens was…Below is a few pics of Amy doing a back flip on power rangers. Notice how big her butt looks and how broad her hips are.Also notice her figure in the pics below... I always...
NOTE: Just a short story that struck my fancy. Many thanks to Anynomous for "Mall Watchers." Hope you like it. LS Obsession By Lord Stormbringer Marty sat at a table at the mall watching all the pussy walk by. There was a large variety of ass that swarmed the mall, all of it on display. Normally there were groups of women carrying bags and bags of clothes. Marty drank it all in. He noticed that all of the girls had their hair fashioned, lips made up, clothes positioned just so....
Obsession I can still remember the first time. A cousin who lived close was visiting when he whispered that his older brother had magazines with pictures of naked women in them. As I had never seen a naked women, I was curious, but I scoffed, so he snuck them over. Sure enough, some of the women were naked, although some were wearing stockings or heels. But even as I have said I hadn't seen a naked woman before, I could see that these had something different about...
Dangerous Obsession Chapter One: I wanted her life! Staring at her on the latest Social Media Application, all I could think about was how amazing it must be to be her. Now! I realize that no one's life is perfect however from all her internet post she portrayed the life of perfection! At 29 years old, married, and due to gastric bypass surgery had lost a lot of weight, she looked on top of the world. Blonde hair perfectly styled, incredible makeup, one would think she could grace...
Harley's obsession Author: wits11 (more than 22,400 words) My dear joker will not be angry, we Together, you can do something to kill the damn bat I don't want that. Damn my plan is ruined A heavy blow hit Halley's face and she flew out If you hadn't been able to get the bat out of the way, he'd have been in the trap of my design Haley left with a sad cheek over the swollen cheek Sorry, I just wanted to help you It's a stupid woman, I can't think of a more interesting...
From the view of the nephew.At the age of sixteen, I started to find myself wanting to go round to my cousin’s house, just to be able to see my sexy auntie.Back from that summer trip, I found myself masturbating a lot. I did jerk off to magazines, but I always thought about my auntie. What made it worse was that my uncle wasn’t a nice guy and was big and fat, and quite ugly. I often wondered how had he landed a woman like my auntie.Even seeing pictures of them both from their youth, he wasn’t...
IncestWe just published a new book, called A Shameful Obsession (61 pages in print). It’s about the middle-aged headmaster of a village school who becomes obsessed by his new neighbour. There is plenty of voyeurism and fetish & power play in it. Dennis Hobson is the well-respected headmaster of the village school. Already in his fifties he is happily married and enjoying a calm and peaceful life that is filled with nature, classical music and literature. One day though, out of the blue, he...
I've discovered a new genre that I've been reading on the internet: Loving Wives. At first, being married, I thought that the stories would deal with the love and respect that a wife has for her husband and the romance that was involved in their equal union. The stories were hit and miss. A few were romantic, others were on swinging, okay that's not my thing, and then I started to see a trend that disturbed me. Cheating. Cheating wives. Cuckolded husbands. Humiliation. The more I read,...
The noise of engines in the street below brought Jack back to the world. Seven a.m. and every bus in Manchester sounded as if it was using Lever Street to escape the city. Most had to stop at the lights on the junction with Great Ancoats Street and wait for the change that allowed them to turn and continue their journey. On green, the guttural combustion growls escalate in volume and rise through the icy November air and into his third floor room, through the small gap that the fixed...
This is is a compilation of stories about the TV show Criminal Minds. The Characters aren't mine and these stories have nothing to do with the show.
I was visiting one of my best friends, Mike. He was a skinny guy like me, with very long hair. We were school mates, nineteen years old tough guys. Problem was, he was a d**g addict and I went over to make sure he was ok once in a while. And usually he was fine. He shagged all the sexiest girls in school, and looked like prince. But a bit, or very androgyne ... I loved the guy. As I arrived at his house, I spotted this perfect, big black Chevy Stingray outside. I thought it just was one of his...
Here is another 100% true story coming from me. Hope my stories is keeping someone entertained. Here is goes…. I had just graduated from high school and just got out of a relationship and was looking for a girl. This one girl out of the blue contacted me on the internet. From what her picture looked like, she looked like a sexy brunette. Well we ended up setting up a movie date. She came to pick me up the day of our date and i noticed she looked nothing like the pics i saw of her. she was a...
I’d been watching her for a while now. Amy was supposed to be baby sitting me, not that I needed ‘baby’ sitting! I was fully capable of looking after myself but my parents hired her anyway. I guess they’d wanted to keep me out of trouble and hiring a leggy 24 year old with long blonde curls and the most perfect set of tits I’d ever fucking seen, was a good way to do that..... Apparently though, baby sitting a horny teenage boy wasn’t exactly her idea of a fun Saturday night so once my parents...
My story is a continuation of (The Forever secret) Friday night was a wild night for Sasha, Sassy and I, we had a wild sexy night. It just so happens that even though we thought we were being quiet enough , we made a lot of noise and Sandy and her friend Julie heard most of what was Happening . Let me tell you about Sandy. Sasha and Sandy are half sisters from different fathers. She is half Spanish and Irish, dirty blond hair and very fair skin, with just the most beautiful clear...
all of the kids in the school are ages 14-18 years old . A few 18 year olds are here that failed. I am 29 years old and well-built. I played sports all through grade school and college I love that I know many young girls have a crush on me and I constantly hear them giggle with one another when they look at me as I walk by them. I look back at them with a smile because I have always liked young girls. It has always been a fantasy to make love to one. Sasha is a beautiful 16 year old...
Diane was a knockout for her age. She was 5'6, 140 lbs, D tits, shapely figure. She was not a pencil thin woman. She took pride in her semi-thick figure. She knew damn well that men lusted after her. She had one of those asses that a man could smack, and it would jiggle a little bit. She often caught men staring at her ass, their eyes full of lust. Then she would go home and rub her clit, fantasizing about licking their cocks like a lolly pop. She knew what men desired, and she had no...
The first time I saw the footage, I thought it meant the end for Lori and me, never for one moment imagined it a new beginning for us.Two men and Lori —well, not quite men: Tom and Vince were little more than boys back then, students in their final year at uni, my supposed friends. What affected me the most seeing her between them was the radiance in her eyes, how she encouraged them with glances, her expressions shifting from coy to sultry. I saw how she relished their hands on her naked body,...
CuckoldIt had been filling the edges of my mind for several months, like sand fills air pockets in a jar full of pebbles. My growing attraction to a long-time friend was now nearing obsession and I still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell him. But tonight was going to be the night. Bryn had come over to help with dinner and my outfit. As dinner was nearly ready, I dressed in slimming black slacks and a low cut blouse the color of rich champagne. ‘Fabulous,’ Bryn assured me. She put the finishing...
It was game day, the game was going on as I finished up preparing for what the after game show would show. I wanted to see the object of my obsession in all her glory, so I placed cameras in the locker room and monitored them from the acting stage in the back room since it was hardly ever used. I watched the news on my second laptop as they covered the game but my attention wasn’t on the game, it was on Erin. She was rather short, big soft breasts, thin frame with a nice ass. Her dark brownish...
My name is Tila, and I have a confession to make. I love cum. I’m addicted to seeing it, feeling it and tasting it. I love the way it slides down my throat and how I can smear is all over my tits. But I’ve always had one problem with cum so far, it’s never enough. I’ve done 25 guys in a gangbang once, there was a lot of cum but it wasn’t enough. I wanna have cum all over my body, in every oriphus, I want my stomach full of cum, I wanna shit out cum from my tight asshole. I wanna snort cum like...
I was obsessed with Tina from the moment I first set eyes on her. She was petite, dark haired and had wonderful hazel coloured eyes that smiled at you. She wore plain clothes, no make-up and projected a “please don’t notice me” persona. I was immediately fascinated by Tina and wanted to go over and chat. The trouble was she was with her daughter and I was with my son and my wife, Jessica. It was the very first day of school for our four year olds and we were huddled together in the school yard,...