Another Student's Dark Obsession
Copyright© 2026 by Kymbrly
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Unseen eyes have been on me for weeks—cold, calculating, belonging to a man who's twisted my every move into his obsession. He's mapped me like prey: the way I jog these paths, sweat glistening on my skin; the library corner where I hunch over notes, oblivious; the solo treks home where my guard slips.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Anal Sex Enema Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys Spitting Water Sports
The warmth of the coffee seeps through the paper cup into my palm as I flash a quick smile at the barista, murmuring a soft ‘thanks’ before pushing through the door of the campus coffee shop. The morning air bites at my cheeks, crisp and unforgiving, carrying the chatter of students rushing to classes and the distant hum of bikes on the paths. It’s been a few months since I left home for this massive university a few states away, and I’m still adjusting—the endless sprawl of buildings, the sea of unfamiliar faces. But I love it here, or at least I’m trying to. My parents surprised me with this tiny studio condo off-campus, a safe little nest where I can breathe without the chaos of dorm life. At 19, standing 5’7” and weighing 116 pounds, I’ve kept my body toned from years of sports back home, my 34C breasts filling out my fitted sweater just enough to turn a few heads, though I never notice. My long golden brown hair sways against my back as I walk, brown eyes scanning the sidewalk ahead, already mentally mapping out my day: lecture at 9, quick gym session, maybe scout the intramural sign-ups later.
I sip the coffee, the bitter heat grounding me, and veer onto the quieter trail that leads to my condo. The leaves crunch under my sneakers, a rhythmic crunch that almost drowns out the world. Almost. Unseen eyes have been on me for weeks—cold, calculating, belonging to a man who’s twisted my every move into his obsession. He’s mapped me like prey: the way I jog these paths, sweat glistening on my skin; the library corner where I hunch over notes, oblivious; the solo treks home where my guard slips. He’s infiltrated my space—notes slid under my door in the dead of night, shadows flickering beyond my blinds as I peel off my clothes, heart innocent and steady. He’s devoured the underbelly of the internet, those forbidden corners where monsters share secrets on breaking wills, on wielding fear like a leash. Blades against flesh, voices that burrow into the soul. He’s rehearsed it all in his mind, picturing my terror, my surrender.
The path narrows, trees thickening on either side, shielding me from the main flow of campus life. That’s when it happens—fast, suffocating. A strong arm clamps over my mouth, iron-hard, cutting off my startled yelp before it can form. Hot breath invades my ear, and something cold, unyielding presses against my ribs through the thin wool of my sweater. A knife. Panic surges, hot and electric, my body freezing as his voice slithers in, low and rough, like gravel under boots. ‘Shh, princess. One sound, and this blade slips right in. You don’t want that, do you? Not when we’re just getting started.’