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They say curiosity killed that cat, but the saying is all wrong in my case. It should be curiosity stroked the cock, and not just any cock. A monster one.
The thing is like a little monster on its own, a tyrant king demanding what it wants—and His Hardness wants Marea.
“Obviously, I’m already your crazy stalker, and if you never return my affections, then you just become my object of unrequited love. Oh, and I follow you wherever you go until you finally give in.”
“Marea, you nearly brought me to my knees. You are all I can think about. You consume my thoughts—even when I'm at work. I want to know every inch of your body, of your heart, of your brain. Own all of you.”
“Scary thing, the past. It's like the poltergeist of our minds that we can't exorcise.”
You’re afraid of being hurt. This is the crux of human nature, where you will do anything to ward off a perceived threat, even if it’s at the expense of your potential happiness.
