Stalker’s tango (fem body omo fic)
Chapter one:
Sitting in your bed, the heel of our foot firmly fit underneath your crotch. You wobble a bit, side to side. Your breathing begins to slow as you close your eyes. There’s music playing on your tv, the lights are dim and there’s a joint in your hand.
Your eyes open before you begin bringing the joint to your lips, placing flame on the very tip of it. You relax with each puff, breathing deeply with every hit. You let the music guide you as you lay your head back onto your bed frame. When, suddenly, you have a feeling you’re forgetting something…but you brush it off. It’s just the weed talking; right?
You start to smack your lips- fuck. Dry mouth. You pick up the large water bottle by your bed. You prepared ice-cold water before, you almost forgot. You keep drinking and drinking, feeling as if you hadn’t drank anything all day until now, even though you hadn’t water a mere 40ish minutes to go. Finally, you stop and gasp for air. You fall back onto your bed frame and close your eyes, swaying gently with the music once again. A small smile appears as you reach total comfort.
Then,
You feel a small pinch. A tingle, a rush, perhaps? It starts in your bladder- a hot, pressure paired with pinching pleasure in your pussy. Your head rolls back. You almost begin pressing your bulging bladder before you snap awake. No, you shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t give in. It’s weird, right? But something takes over, and you grab your bottle again- chugging the rest until it’s empty. You gasp for air as you force yourself to sit straight, your heel barely keeping it all in.
You rub your lower stomach with lightest pressure, as your other hand creeps into your pants- slowly rubbing your clit in circles, before you pick up the pace as you feel yourself become more and more desperate. Your breath begin to pick a pace, and your lenses become tense and right as you feel it coming- it all stops. You pull your hands out and sigh. You shift your weight to move out of your bed, and into the bathroom.
You stand up, when suddenly you feel the weight of it all pull down on you. You feel a dribble- but you’ve decided against this. You start to leave your room as the dribble becomes a small stream. As you fold in half, grabbing your crotch as the stream stops for just a moment. You quickly shove your hands down your pants and start rubbing as you realize you couldn’t make it. You rub faster and faster- but as you feel the warm piss seep into your pants, you cum standing up and quickly drop to your knees, moaning involuntarily.
Suddenly, you hear something outside, near the windows- with the blinds you forgot to close. You see a figure rush away, unable to make out any discernible traits.
You should be scared but…
It’s kind of erotic, right?
