11. Craving

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Craving

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I t’s exactly one week from Halloween. I expected her to leave the house by now, but she hasn’t. She appears to be perfectly content, locked away inside the house day after day. She even started doing yoga in the living room yesterday. Meanwhile, my nightly sessions spent jerking off while watching her through the windows of the house have become less exciting. It’s not as fun to imagine now that I’ve had the authentic experience. It’s the closest thing I have to fucking her though and I’ve endured far worse forms of torture. In my surveillance room, the six different monitors flash views of her house. I almost got busted installing these yesterday when she woke up from her nap and I’m almost certain she glimpsed me in the alley.

My withdrawals were getting the best of me. I had to do something, and it meant getting creative. If I can’t stalk my little masterpiece home from work every day, then how else am I supposed to see her? It’s not like I could continue showing up outside her house in broad daylight. It would look oddly suspicious. I don’t need to attract any unwanted attention, so I’ve simply slipped in a few times during her afternoon naps. It’s given me all the opportunity I need to wander around without having to worry about getting caught, and plenty of time to install a few cameras.

She’s going to be all alone tonight for a few hours and because she’s a sexually-depraved creature of habit, I know exactly how she intends to use the time. I lean back in my nice plush gaming chair, eye the door to make sure it’s locked, pop my headphones on, and click around until I have her on the screen. I watch intently as she makes her way upstairs. First she checks the lock on the front door, then she tiptoes up the stairs slowly. At the top, she veers off to the bedroom. I watch her on the screens as she wanders around her room collecting supplies for a bath. She makes multiple trips into the bathroom and starts the water. While she waits for the tub to fill, she heads to her nightstand and pulls out a few toys.

Jackpot. Grabbing my belt and ripping it off my pants in a flash, before I unbutton my pants and pull my cock out, gripping it firmly. I can’t wait for my favorite TV show to begin. There’s nothing else I enjoy watching more than this right here. Well, actually now that I think about it, there is one thing I would love to watch again. I haven’t been able to stop replaying what it was like watching me fuck her in the mirror at the gym. A low moan escapes my lips as I slide my hand up my shaft slowly. Taking extra care not to be too rough around the barbell, remembering how much she enjoyed running her tongue across it when I was fucking her pretty mouth. I watch my girl undress. She’s like a sunflower—a masterpiece of nature, and every glance I steal feels like temptation. I fight the urge to go to her knowing she longs to be touched, to experience the satisfaction a man can provide and I am more than eager to satiate her hunger.

I stroke myself harder, more aggressively, watching as she sinks into the bubbles filling the tub full of hot water. Candles flicker, casting shadows that dance across the screen. She pops her earbuds in. What a naughty girl she is, listening to an audiobook. I wish I knew which one so I could listen along with her. I’ll have to settle for the sound of her sweet moans. She doesn’t even realize she’s making them with her earbuds tucked in her ears and the audiobook playing. It’s so fucking addicting the way she turns me on. My cock twitches in agreement, pre-cum leaking out and over my fingers. I rub it over myself, imagining it’s her cum all over me like the last time we were together. The smell of her on my dick the next morning was almost more than I could handle. I want to taste her cum in my mouth. Groaning, I think about plunging two fingers into her tight, wet pussy, then pulling each one out to lick them clean.

As if she can read my mind, her hand dips beneath the bubbles and presumably between her legs to stroke her needy little cunt. I want to fill it for her, stretching her all around me until she has every inch of me inside of her, throbbing as she clenches her warm walls against me—Fuck!

If I don’t slow down, I’m going to cum before the good part. I take a deep breath and focus on waiting for my stunning goddess to catch up. It’s true, I could watch her for hours. A chuckle rolls off my lips. I do watch her for hours. It’s my obsession. I can watch her anywhere, anytime. Every inch of her is crafted to pull me closer, every flaw only making her more real, more mine.

Amanda’s hand surfaces and reaches for her favorite toy as I begin to drag my hand over my cock slowly. My eyes close, imagining her running the vibrating silicone all over her pussy, teasing her clit until small cries escape her lips and she drops her head back to rest against the cool tile, panting as she works herself over. I watch her on my screen as she cums, pumping myself faster until my cum explodes out and onto my stomach. I groan, filled with a deep satisfaction, but it’s only a temporary fix. All I can think about is fucking her again. Soon, I think. It’s almost Halloween. Only a few more days until I’m fucking her again.