Erotic Story: The Obsession – Part 1
Erotic story

Erotic Story: The Obsession – Part 1

By Victoria, 02.05.2020

“Bella, what are you doing?!” Unsure who had caught who, they just stared at each other with widened eyes.

Isabella, or Bella as most of her friends call her, lived in a house together with three other roommates. There was a careful distribution of two girls and two guys. Within those pairs a selection of two extroverts and two introverts. It was evident to everyone Bella belonged to the group of extroverts in the house. However, this living arrangement also meant that most of the items were present in fourfold. Especially regarding phone chargers and Bella’s tendency to leave hers lying around the city, it came in handy. That night entailed another of those famous moments. When Bella’s phone went dead, and she wanted to charge it, she quickly realized she didn’t have her charger on her. It had no use to start wondering where she had left it, as now it was more important to get some juice into her phone. After all, she was a millennial with slightly addictive tendencies when it came to the dopamine rush she gets for incoming messages.

She was home alone and unable to call any of her roommates. The usual routine, in this case, was to walk into the first bedroom when coming from the living room and start looking for some chargers but for some strange reason, this time she decided to start in the last bedroom down the hallway. This room was the one Tom could call his own. Tom was the quietest of the four but strangely the messiest person in the one-story apartment. Luckily he usually manages to keep the mess within the boundaries of his room, but this was yet another reason it made no sense to look around in his clutter. The door squeaked a bit when she opened it, and the room was dark when she entered.

Her eyes opened wide when she was looking at pictures of herself. Pictures she had never seen before. Pictures she never even knew were taken.

The room smelled musty. When Bella turned on the light, she saw the bed had not been made, and the floor was covered with dirty clothes. Her mind had adjusted itself to filter out the mess and just look for the shape of a cable. After a thorough scan of the room, it became evident her hands needed to get involved in the search as well. Swiftly she opened the first drawer of Tom’s nightstand and closed it equally fast when she did not see any cables inside. The moment the drawer was fully closed again, the visual information that had entered the unconscious part of her mind, transformed into a disturbing realization in the conscious part. She needed validation and opened the drawer again. Her eyes opened wide when she was looking at pictures of herself. Pictures she had never seen before. Pictures she never even knew were taken. Anxiety took over and compelled her to investigate.

The drawer was neatly organized and also contained a black leather notebook. Inside entries of her whereabouts, lists of places, people and things she liked, and lists of things Tom liked about Bella. “I can sense her intelligence being present in everything she does, even when she is goofy and loud.” She was disgusted but oddly flattered as well. Compelled by this strange mix of feelings she continued to probe and was holding a pair of her underpants in her right hand. “Bella, what are you doing?!” she suddenly heard and looked at Tom, who was standing with panic in his eyes in the doorway of his room. Unsure who had caught who, they just stared at each other with widened eyes. The moment made it clear – nothing could be undone or unseen. Tom snapped out of it and rushed over to Bella.

A sense of fear shot lightning fast through Bella’s body, preparing it for the worst, making her drop all the pictures on the wooden floor. “You were not supposed to see that, Bella,” Tom said while he hastily put all her images back into the drawer, heavily sighing while he did. “I was looking for a charger,” Bella responded with a definite tremor in her voice. Sensing her discomfort, he grabbed her wrist and held both their arms up to their faces. “Bella, you need to understand, this is all because I love you. I have loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he uttered while looking deeply into Bella’s crystal blue eyes. It was the first time their bodies been in such proximity to each other and an unfamiliar feeling of wanting him rushed through Bella’s being. She understood this was not how she was supposed to feel now, but simply couldn’t help it. Hypnotized she stared back into his eyes and discovered the strange combination brown and yellow colors in the different layers of his eyes, accurately reflecting his inexplicable personality.

“Show me what love is,” she moaned.

“I am not sure this is love what you are experiencing, Tom,” she whispered while she let go of the gaze and looked down. “What do you know about love? You don’t even love yourself enough to let yourself be treated decently. We all know about the assholes that have passed this hallway,” he told her while he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes closed automatically in the process, and her chin slightly moved upwards, making it easier for him to kiss her. Moments later his lips were pressed hard on to hers. He could never have dreamt his obsessive fantasies would become a reality, but here they were. Two opposites were arousing each other. Suddenly Bella was unsure where the line between love and obsession was, all she knew is she wanted to feel what he felt for her. “Show me what love is,” she moaned. The words rushed through his body like flames, and with his strong arms, he lifted her up towards his body. Through the grey cotton t-shirt, her hands discovered the muscles she did not think he had. Now also she was unable to hold back. It was difficult to understand how she could suddenly want him so badly.

With her in his arms he let their bodies fall on the bed. With his robust frame on top, he captured hers in between, all she could do was surrender and let his hands undress her. It seemed only to take seconds before her frail body was fully naked under his. Her nipples were hard from both arousal and the cold air. His eyes were wild now, as a victorious predator about to devour his prey. Still, in control of the situation, he bent upwards and undid his torso from the cotton shirt, throwing it on to the floor as he did with all his clothes. Both of them unable to believe what was happening. One had never thought about it before, the other had thought about it almost every waking hour.

With one hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms down on the pillow above her head. His movements were aggressive, but this made her incredibly horny. No one had ever wanted her as much as he before.

She grabbed his neck and pulled him all the way on top of her, using her body to feel his. The lump in his jeans was indicating he was more than qualified transform his feelings into something physical. Still separated by the jeans he pushed his mass onto her clit, preparing her for what was about to come. Unable to wait for any second longer, he loosened his belt, and with incredible sleight of hand, his jeans vanished into the surrounding mess on the floor. Bella could barely believe her eyes, was she looking at the same shy and quiet Tom? Quickly she let one of her hands slide in between her legs. She was soaked. She was ready. Her legs opened as wide as possible, and he was on top her again. With one hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms down on the pillow above her head. His movements were aggressive, but this made her incredibly horny. No one had ever wanted her as much as he before. “Oh, Bella, you are the love of my life,” passionately he groaned when he thrust hard and deep into the back of her vagina. The feeling initially scared her, but she wanted more, she wanted him as wild as he could be. “Fuck me harder, Tom. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” she demanded him and immediately felt the grip around her wrists tighten.

To be continued…

You may also like