seeing a lot of stalker butch posts lately and it's got me thinking (noncon)
i'm sure it's a nice fantasy. it's fun to tuck a hand in between your legs and hop online to talk endlessly about how much you want someone to watch you while you're home alone, vulnerable, unaware. posting something like, ohhh it sure would suck if a butch was watching me while I showered, jerking off to my body while I'm blissfully unaware. fantasies like this are safe, fun, when they're contained to just that: a fantasy.
i just can't help but wonder if it would still be something fun to think about if it actually happened. like, you're settling down for the night, you've got your place to yourself, maybe you've taken an edible or you're just a little extra tired tonight. either way, you settle down in bed and start touching yourself while scrolling, looking through all those fantasy posts and concepts, imagining yourself in that position. maybe you post something yourself about how desperately needy you are.
butches are nothing if not chivalrous. who would I be if I didn't indulge you a little?
it's pretty easy to slip through a window, even if there's a lock. i would know, I've had to break into my own house a few times after locking myself out. so, i'd see the post, and knowing where you live, i'd just head over.
watching you on your phone, squirming around in bed trying to work yourself up, but your hands aren't cutting it tonight. the pinched, almost pained expression on your face tells me everything I need to know.
then, another post: i just wish a butch would come over and take care of me :( creepy stalker butch come overrrr my door's unlocked.
sure enough, the door is unlocked. open it slowly, pulling the doorknob firmly against my other hand to keep it from creaking. then padding softly into your place. i'd be masked, gloved, probably clad head to toe in black. just to really lay it on thick.
your bedroom door is closed, but you don't do so much as blink when I crack it open a hair. it's opened just enough for me to see you in bed, still eagerly scrolling and playing with yourself. it's a nice sight, I've always loved watching someone enjoy themselves, and you're putting on a nice show. if I feel risky, i'd dm you, maybe start talking you through it. all while watching you through that crack in the door. i'd ask how desperate you are, if you'd let your imagined stalker have their way with you and you're pleading, begging almost, because this is all fantasy for you. in your mind, it will never see the light of day. you'll wake up tomorrow and go on with your life, leaving your dark fantasies for these lonely nights.
but, i'm here now, and these dark fantasies are all I think about, so it's too easy to show myself.
maybe you freeze up with disbelief. or you immediately freak out. I'm masked, you don't recognize me, and you don't move until I advance on you.
i ask what's wrong? as i climb on the bed and straddle you from over the blanket, pinning you down and cuffing your wrists to the bedframe in one swift movement. i came prepared and all your posts gave me a step-by-step tutorial on how to fuck you up. then, a gag is pushed in your mouth and you're left stunned, speechless, and completely helpless. isn't this what you wanted?