My Voyeur. My Lover. My...
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - When a young woman, who has been having a tough time meeting a decent guy, acquires a stalker who sends her packages of bondage lifestyle attire and requests exhibitionism from her, she acquiesces, both out of curiosity and being turned on. The game continues, and the requests become more outrageous, until the unexpected happens. Is it romance? Or more sinister?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Horror BDSM Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
I handed Nicky the envelope, who opened it and read the letter.
“He wants to meet you at the Dome for lunch today,” Nicky said, her voice gushing with excitement.
“No fucking way. It has to be Mike. He set me up once before and stood me up. He can get his kicks elsewhere.”
Nicky was overflowing with exuberance and exhilaration. I got the impression she wanted to meet this guy and push the two of us together.
“C’mon, let’s go and meet him together, pleeeease let me come with you. You told me how gentle he was when you had sex with him. Maybe, just maybe, it’s not Mike. He could be your perfect match, the man of your dreams, and he’s already told you he loves you.”
I thought for a while and reflected on the letters. He told me he loved me, but that could be a lie to get me to trust him. But he was a considerate lover. “Well ... against my better judgement, okay, we’ll go together.”
Nicky and I took a table and ordered our lunch. We were deep in conversation when a familiar fragrance filled my nostrils. I stopped talking and looked at Nicky, who was looking past me at someone standing behind me. Her face had a surprised look on it. I was frozen to the spot, too scared to turn around. The aroma from his cologne was stronger than ever. It had to be him.