Please darling, let us mean everything to each other, let this relationship be unhealthy obsessive, I fucking love that shit.

I want to stalk someone. To stalk him, get to know his routine and observe him for a long time. To fantasise about him in the evenings, peep through his window and peep at him by taking pictures. Find out more and more. And what if he found someone, someone else? One day, while following him, I would drag him to an alley where I would brutally rape him, very slowly killing him. It's such a delight to see and to know that if I can't have him, no one can.

I imagine a cute, little kitten crawling on the bed to his favourite plushie to hug it while I fuck him hard. At the end, he'd cum right on it dressed in his pretty, skimpy girly panties, so fucking adorable.