I didn't have the same relationship with my stalker as most people did with theirs. In fact, we were lovers and I didn't think anything at all was wrong with it. She was intensely attentive but... she was attentive at least...
I thought I was crazy to agree to dinner at her place but it was lovely and very tasty. Plus I kinda longed for company and I understood how someone can get lonely.
She stared at me the whole time we were eating and made dozens of declarations of her love for me. I nodded and hummed. I was used to it at this stage. She told me all the lewd things she wanted to do to me and... I actually looked forward to it. I admit it.
After dinner I started feeling drowsy. She guided me into a room with a big comfortable love chair and sat me down. I was looking forward to spending the evening with her. Then she turned on the lights and I saw the rest of the room. There were shelves full of jars everywhere. I looked at the ones closest to me. The labels on them had dates I recognised as other times I had been with her and they were all full of a milky white liquid. That explained why she never got pregnant at least. It looked like an unhealthy thing to do and when I saw just how many jars were there I saw that I was part of the problem. Had I really been with her that many times? She went over to another shelf, which was full of empty jars. She took one, wrote the date on the label and approached me. I thought about stopping her and this whole thing entirely, but I wasn't able to move. She took off my pants and...
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