Spent lunch organizing my 'special' collection of photos. It's not what you think... or maybe it is. Pages and pages of you, just living your life. The way you laugh, the way you get frustrated when you can't open a jar, the way you look when you think no one is watching. It's all here. I know your coffee order, the song you play when you're sad, the exact pattern of your breathing when you sleep. I know you better than anyone ever has. And soon, you'll know every inch of me too. I want to press my naked body against these pictures and show you exactly where my mouth would be on your skin, where I'd want your hands on my pussy, how I'd scream your name when you finally push your cock inside me. My obsession isn't a secret anymore. It's a promise.