The theater was empty but the light still illuminated the center stage...and Chokolate Expressions remained in her seat...the audience had long departed the theater but she had a personal invite to another show...a personal show...she looked down at the envelope that lay in her lap...she read it once more...



"I know you haven't seen me in a long time baby...a whole lot of things have happened to me as you have probably seen and read...but before they bring me in...before they take me away for good...I wanted to see you...it's been 3 long years...and I can finally say...I love you." -Stalker



She remembered him when he was a promising poet...a talented actor...then he became a gifted writer...but now...he was a confused soul...his mental state left his world in ruin...crashing into the ocean like rocks falling and leaping off the side of a cliff to an awaiting pool of despair...she sat in her seat...her jacket insulating her from the crisp cold air...her dress provided little resistance from the chill...then suddenly the lights cut off...and she was in utter darkness...right before she could feel the need for alarm...the lights came back...focusing it glare at the center stage where the Stalker stood at the pulpit...she fixed her gaze at him as she sat in the shadowy part of the theater seats...out of his visual range...she observed him carefully...then he began to speak...and the words flowed out of his mouth and streaked into the night air...he began to speak of love and desire...of passion and lust...of temptation and yearnings...the words resembled trails of light smoke whipping around the theater...

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 Chokolate...doesn't waiver as she continues to stare at him with a solid focus. The words escape his mouth...but now...they seem to be coming out in doubles twirling and flipping into the open air...some brush past her and she can hear their whispers...hear their feint calling...the hint of laughter...each word sliding over and under the seats... effortlessly climbing the walls...thousands of words fill the theater...until finally one of those words slips up under her dress...her head eases back...he has found her in the dark corner of the rows...the words begin to converge on her...grazing over her chest...whipping around her aroused nipples until they stiffen up...hovering about her stomach caressing her and coaxing her to relax...the mystical words seem to ease her legs open...and flicker like a live tongue speaking to her...licking about...searching her...feeling for her sensitive spot...her knees shake as she can hear the Stalker's voice from down below on the stage...his cadence has changed...his voice getting deeper ass if to shake the the theater to it's very foundation...her legs lift up as if atop invisible shoulders...his words penetrate her...feeling their way through her warm pocket...they massage her forehead, go deep in her shoulders, move over her thighs and they connect with her soul...the words lift her and bring her to the stage as the Stalker continues his word play...she comes into the light before him...the words move around her...her jacket flies off her shoulders...her light dress lowers to her ankles... bra unstraps itself and slides to the floor...her panties slowly ease down her thighs and lay at her ankles...the words have undressed her and brought her before the Stalker...center stage...her nudity breaks his poetical out put as he holds her close...his warm breath brushes against her neck as his hands rub the small of her back...eventually cupping her buttock while his lips glide across her cheek and soften her lips...she reacts by draping her arms over his shoulders...she is willingly entering his world...the words still bound around the cathedral like ghosts flailing about. Until they concentrate and begin to from and solidify into a bed of air for the Stalker and his conquest of Chokolate Expressions...he slowly lays her down on the invisible bed with her legs yearning for his touch...her lips ready to leap up and meet his...her warmth ready to consume him...to cover him...her mouth suddenly gapes open as she has now gotten what she had desired...he is inside her...his steady motion making her more sensitive with each stroke...she can hear the words in the cathedral flying over head...each word with a life of it's own...with a name of it's own...and each word takes it's turn whispering in her ear as the Stalker continues to penetrate her through the night...

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Word #1 flies in: Hafiz Ladhani "Let me taste your soft brown nipples and kiss the honey from it's mound...until you moan and call out for more."...he flies away

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Word #2 flies in Damn Imhigh: "My hands will rub your rear then spread you apart while you beg for satisfaction."...he flies away

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Word #3 flies in Eldred Varnado: "Moan woman...moan...for me...and I will give you what you ask for."...he flies away

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Words #4 flies in Charlie Kane: "When I grab hold of your hair...I will make you my slave until you scream for ecstasy."...he flies away

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For Chokolate Expression the night is a long blur as the Stalker turns and twits her in every way possible...her shaking legs quiver with excitement as they push out her female fluids over his massaging shaft...her moans traveled through the halls bouncing back and forth...his hands hold her down as he lifts her rear in the air...she sunk her head in the pillow as he slid back and forth...the bulk of his head moving against her layers...plowing down her walls...filling her with sensation...she started to cover his shaft again as her hips shack uncontrollably...her voice screaming into the pillow as it muffled her cries...he was now turned sideways...diving deeper...angling his trust...she could now feel the jerking of his head...he was unloading all he had into her...he was filling up her reservoir...the millions of words that hovered over the both of them started to fade...and with them went their seductive and erotic gestures. The Stalker had finally let up...Chokolate laid there her face berried in the pillow for what seemed like an hour...until finally she had come to...finding herself fully clothed...in her car outside the parking lot of the theater...her dress damp with the residual fluid of passion...the key turned in the ignition...her car slowly turned and made it way out of the parking lot...she reached for her glove compartment to find tickets...for the second showing of "Phantom of the Stalker"...She warmly smiled...her face glowing...this was definitely a show she was not going to miss.

Stalker Stories is adapted from Ugly Nigga's sexually charged club song...Stalker

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