Random Acts: A Paranormal Noncon Stalker Story
Never give clothes to one of the fae: it’s a lesson I learned too late when I gave a scarf to a coatless stranger on the subway. He insists we’re married now. I insist he’s off his meds. But he won’t go away, running into me throughout the city, ravishing me in my dreams… They must be dreams. It’s when I start dating that I learn just how far my stalker will go to assert his “marital rights.”
Never give clothes to one of the fae. It’s a lesson I learned too late when I gave a scarf to a coatless stranger on the subway in the middle of a New York Winter.
The stranger insists we're now husband and wife. I insist he’s off his meds. But I keep crossing paths with him and having strange, erotic dreams and hallucinations of him ravishing me to heights of pleasure I've never known… if they’re dreams at all.
But when I start dating again, my stalker decides he must go further to assert his marital rights…