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The Voyeur Thu 09 Sep 2010, 16:02
MistressDisturbed
Stupified
As soon as I heard "The Animal", it reminded me of this story I wrote a couple of years ago. It's also a good Halloween fic:
The moon was full and brilliant as it illuminated the black night sky. Even the twinkling stars paled in comparison to the intensity of the round astral body. No clouds marred the view and a warm, gentle breeze silently blew the leaves of the fauna below; it was a perfect romantic night. I could see all of this as I sat by my large window. A delicate robe caressed my body and the glass of wine I drank kept me warm. As I occasionally raise the glass to my lips, silver moonlight would reflect off the rim, making the liquid glitter. I loved times like these, when the world was quiet and peaceful, and all seemed beautiful, bathed in the white light of the full moon. Though as great as this was, it was not the only reason I was here. There, across the way to another room, would soon arrive the climax of the night.
Soon, a yellow glow emanated from behind the window, signaling his arrival. Like a Prince Charming, he seemed like a perfect man. Tall, dark and handsome, he was every woman’s fantasy, and mine tonight. In his room, I watched as he changed from his work clothes and prepared for the night. As he removed his cotton shirt, I closed my eyes and imagined his scent. The sweetness of his perspiration and cologne mingled in my mind, sending shivers through my body. Eager for more, I opened my eyes and gazed with intoxicated eyes once again, to behold a nude silhouette.
Then he turned to peer at the silver moon as I had, and I was able to catch the sight of his beautiful eyes. Perfect and large, they shine like my glass in the romantic light. I could gaze forever in those golden round orbs. Beholding the full moon’s beauty, his breath suddenly increased. As I saw his chest rise and fall faster and faster, I found mine repeating its rhythm. His body beginning to writhe and twitch, he sank back into his room, while I began to press closer to the window, in a chance to peer the muscular shape of my fantasy man.
Twisting and turning in an almost impossible fashion, his form changes in front of my very eyes. His mass increases and I can see long bristling fur grow over his muscular body. Hot breath condenses on my window in exhilaration as I observe his final transformation from man to wolf. I know the change is complete when I hear a sharp howl echo through the quiet night. I close my eyes and absorb the sound, sweet music to my ears. The windows thrust open, and he bounds out into the darkened landscape on all fours, prowling the long night hours.
My heart beat pounds hard in my chest, sweat condenses all over my warmed skin; I cannot resist the urge no longer. Opening my own window, I gaze at the white moon with my own gold eyes and unleash my song, a howl that rivals his own. Tonight is the night, my sweet prince. We will hunt the streets under the glow of the full moon, and everyone will know our song in the silent hours of this beautiful night.
The Voyeur
The moon was full and brilliant as it illuminated the black night sky. Even the twinkling stars paled in comparison to the intensity of the round astral body. No clouds marred the view and a warm, gentle breeze silently blew the leaves of the fauna below; it was a perfect romantic night. I could see all of this as I sat by my large window. A delicate robe caressed my body and the glass of wine I drank kept me warm. As I occasionally raise the glass to my lips, silver moonlight would reflect off the rim, making the liquid glitter. I loved times like these, when the world was quiet and peaceful, and all seemed beautiful, bathed in the white light of the full moon. Though as great as this was, it was not the only reason I was here. There, across the way to another room, would soon arrive the climax of the night.
Soon, a yellow glow emanated from behind the window, signaling his arrival. Like a Prince Charming, he seemed like a perfect man. Tall, dark and handsome, he was every woman’s fantasy, and mine tonight. In his room, I watched as he changed from his work clothes and prepared for the night. As he removed his cotton shirt, I closed my eyes and imagined his scent. The sweetness of his perspiration and cologne mingled in my mind, sending shivers through my body. Eager for more, I opened my eyes and gazed with intoxicated eyes once again, to behold a nude silhouette.
Then he turned to peer at the silver moon as I had, and I was able to catch the sight of his beautiful eyes. Perfect and large, they shine like my glass in the romantic light. I could gaze forever in those golden round orbs. Beholding the full moon’s beauty, his breath suddenly increased. As I saw his chest rise and fall faster and faster, I found mine repeating its rhythm. His body beginning to writhe and twitch, he sank back into his room, while I began to press closer to the window, in a chance to peer the muscular shape of my fantasy man.
Twisting and turning in an almost impossible fashion, his form changes in front of my very eyes. His mass increases and I can see long bristling fur grow over his muscular body. Hot breath condenses on my window in exhilaration as I observe his final transformation from man to wolf. I know the change is complete when I hear a sharp howl echo through the quiet night. I close my eyes and absorb the sound, sweet music to my ears. The windows thrust open, and he bounds out into the darkened landscape on all fours, prowling the long night hours.
My heart beat pounds hard in my chest, sweat condenses all over my warmed skin; I cannot resist the urge no longer. Opening my own window, I gaze at the white moon with my own gold eyes and unleash my song, a howl that rivals his own. Tonight is the night, my sweet prince. We will hunt the streets under the glow of the full moon, and everyone will know our song in the silent hours of this beautiful night.
