little death

this is the continuation of Peeper by the Silver Dragon 

He watched her through the bedroom window as she dried the water from her skin. He could see her as if she was standing right in front of him; the miracle of technology – a Bushnell Binoculars. He took in a deep breath as she passed her hands through her wet hair, her nipples pink and pert, made his mouth water. He could feel the tension building up in him, his manhood fighting for attention. He started to breathe heavily and he imagined making sweet love to the object of his desire, he struggled to hold on to the binoculars as he let his line of sight dropped below her waist. Her ass was the firmest he’s seen, he imagined spilling his seeds on that magnificent part of her, countless times.  As she turned, he got a view of her vagina, the doorway to his heaven, neatly trimmed and in his mind he could see it as clear as day; the words….it spelt his name and told him it was his, she was his. He closed his eyes and the binoculars spilled from his hands, he tugged at his pants and suddenly she appeared before him. She whispered in his ears “I’ve seen you watching me, and I’m intrigued by your obsession with me, I’ve seen you jerking off and I know its me you’re thinking of, tonight I’m going to fulfill all the fantasies you’ve ever had about me. They made sweet love for hours, then he drifted off to sleep….peaceful, calm serenity. He felt he was floating on a cloud.

The sounds of car horns blaring, jolted him out of his sleep, his head ached and his vision blurred as he tried to gather himself. His skin was drenched in sweat and the sheets were soiled, his dried semen splattered all over them. Was he dreaming? Did he actually made love to her? He tried to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Groggily, he got up and went to the window, hidden behind the curtain he spied through the binoculars at her apartment. The curtains were apart and he noticed movement in the room, a naked man was getting out of bed heading for the bathroom. His heart sank as he realised that it was a dream, was it…..

His neck felt sore, so he massaged it. Something felt different and uneasy, he then rubbed it, peeling away what appeared to be some sort of scyaff. He rubbed it between his fingers as he brought it before his eyes, it was red and caked, dried blood……..

~ by thesoulstealer on July 28, 2009.