The Stalker

Whether school, college or later on in the workplace, Bradley was always the quiet unpopular one. He loved videogames and all his friends were online... As well as his women.

A few years ago Bradley fell in love with a South Asian cam model called Roxy Rose. She was young, sexy, intelligent and different to the others. He spent all his credits on her private shows, and slipped into her DMs, messaging her everyday. Quickly becoming her best customer it was natural for Roxy to reply back flirtatiously lead him on a little

But Bradley mistook this attention for love and affection.

Bradley became Roxy's white knight. Hunting down Roxy's leaked videos on pornsites then deleting them, or defending her against trolls who tainted her chatrooms with racist comments. He even battled Islamists online who freaked out after her ill-judged Mia Khalifa inspired hijab show.

Bradley took out extra-long private shows just so he could talk to Roxy. It was love for him but business for her. He was **** to meet Roxy and they used to chat about making love . Describing the sex in great detail and how they would bring a mixed-race baby into this world.

Seeing an opportunity Roxy then suggested she was open to meeting in person and fulfilling his fantasy of fucking her bareback for £3000.

Bradley started saving as well as building up the confidence.

Once Bradley finally gathered the money he decided to ask Roxy to set a date. But Roxy came up with excuse after excuse, usually about uni work and exams.

Then one day, without warning, Roxy went offline permanently

Bradley was devastated.

But a man with an obsession does not give up easily. It is the creep code.

Using the dark web and what knowledge Bradley knew of Roxy from the tit-bits she gave him over the 18 months she cammed… he attempted to track her down.

It took two years but he did it.

Roxy Rose was actually called Ria Morphy. A strange surname for a Hindu. He soon found out Ria lived only two states away and was recently married to a white man called Dan. However, it didn't put Bradley off. For, he already knew she had a long-term boyfriend because a white guy had appeared in a few sex shows during Ria's camming days.

Bradley took the drastic decision to move out of his mother's house and relocated to be close to Ria. At thirty eight it was high time Bradley grew up.

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Sat in a posh cafe opposite a large steel and glass tower block which was home to an insurance multinational, Bradley observed the street scene outside, waiting to find Ria walking by. He was confident he would see her, as he had found on Linkedin that she worked as a HR manager at an insurance company.

After four hours, three paninis and five cups of coffee, Brad felt high on caffeine and cheese. But still no Ria.

Then, just as Bradley was about to take a second toilet break that hour, he finally set eyes on Ria. She stepped out of the large glass removing door of the plush office block. Suddenly he forgot about his full bladder.

Ria looked fantastic in the figure hugging black dress. Her dusky skin was just as smooth as he remembered, and her black hair just as silky as it had looked on the HD camera.

But Bradley soon realised Ria was heading towards the cafe. The sensation of being so close to Ria plunged Bradley into crisis. What if she recognised him? After all, she had once watched him wanking himself to her performance. What if she is scared and causes a scene? His palms had been moist for a while but now his heart was pounding and his brow glistened with sweat.

Ria walked into the cafe all elegant and graceful as if she had stepped out of high-end fashion catalogue. She waved at the baristas who all seemed fond of her, then joined at the back of a small queue.

Bradley’s heart was on pause. His mind blank and he sat slap jawed. All he could do was watch in complete and utter awe.

Ria ordered and Americano to go. She wasn't sticking around. But Bradley needed more and was not willing to let her go without getting to see her up close.

Bradley stood from the table causing the chair to screech across the tiles. He dashed across the café beating Ria to the glass entrance door. He then opened it for her with the grace of a gentleman. "After you, madame."

"Thank you."

Ria's smile melted Bradley’s heart and burned his soul. Bradley offered a feeble. "You're welcome." He wanted to say more, offer some wit. But his words then became lodged in his throat. He could not say a single word more as he watched her pert ass walk away.

Bradley was left with nothing but the fading scent of her French perfume.

But Bradley knew where she worked, lived and was beginning to get a good idea of her routines. He now had to feed his obsession by the shovel load. It was then he saw a cleaning company's van outside Ria's office.

Bradley decided to apply for a job at the cleaning company allowing him to lurk in Ria office. Stealing the tissues from her bin, feeling Ria's fading warmth of her office chair. But also allowing to gether more info and leverage to potentially **** Ria, if needed.

But for now… he was going to follow Ria back home.

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