The Fallen Angel

Part one.

Look at her… My baby is so beautiful. And the way she swings her golden curls over her shoulder so effortlessly has me biting my lip between my teeth. Gods she so beautiful, and she’s all mine. Ever since the day I first saw her moving her boxes in the front door I’ve known she is mine. I have been watching over this house for years as it’s keeper, filling out a promise I made to my mother long ago. And then she moved in, fuzzy blankets and all, and I knew. I continue to watch her in the bathroom mirror. She’s so beautiful when she thinks no one is watching. Her skin glows as she drags the lotion up her legs and to her thighs, and I can’t help but wonder how they’d taste. She reaches for her pink silky robe on the back of the bathroom door, that’s her favorite one, and drapes it over herself. I watch as she delicately removes her earrings and necklaces, spritzes herself with a mist of perfume- god please let me be closer so I can take in her scent and wear it forever. She leaves the bathroom, flicking off the light as she does, and enters into the bedroom. So I follow her in. I’ve always admired her for her sense of style. She color coordinated the room to be filled with rich creams and deep black accents, her sheets and bedding reflecting her own silkiness beneath. I watch as she grabs a book from her bedside table, she’s been reading this one for a week or so now and I still have no idea what it’s about. She sinks into the bed to a more comfortable position, messing up her hair as she does and knits her eyebrows in concentration. Half an hour later I can see the struggle in her eyes, she’s re-read the same sentence 6 times and still can’t see the words. With a defeated huff she folds the book closed, leans over and turns off the light. I sit there for a few moments, the sounds of the evening crickets filling the space around me. It’s chilly out here tonight, good thing I brought my heavier jacket or else I would have been inside and in her closet much earlier. I stand up brushing leaves and dirt off me as I do, then make my way out of the shrubbery. I found this spot about a month ago after she’d nearly caught me in her backyard tree line, how was I supposed to know trees weren’t as good of cover as I thought, I’d never stalked anyone before. I just couldn’t help myself with this one. She’s so- wait, what is that? I squint my eyes to see a tiny blue light coming from her window. I’ve never seen this before, I need to know what it is. I take another glance around me to see I am still alone on this quiet drive then start walking up to her, my boots crunching underneath me in the gravel. I reach the side of the house, where she conveniently placed a plant wall that leads straight up to her bedroom window. I climb it one rung at a time, careful not to mess up any of the plants, she’d be so devastated if any of them were harmed, and we can’t have that. I reach the ledge of her oversized window sill, there used to be a window bed until recent contracts took the window back in size leaving an extra large ledge. I peer into the dark room and can now focus on the blue light even more. Then I see a shadow move, no not a shadow, her leg. I dart back to the side of the wall where she can’t see me and catch my breathe. She’s awake. I slowly shift my weight to my other side as I fish out a tiny mirror from my pocket. I angle the mirror just low enough she couldn’t see unless right at the window, but enough for me to see everything going on in that room. I can’t see much, just this tiny blue light that’s now, shaking? Her leg moves again, scrunching up to her stomach, then back out again with a thrust. Her hand reaches down and throws the blanket away from her other leg revealing all of herself to me. Ohhh I see. My little sunshine is touching herself with a new toy. I watch as she writhes and bucks her hips to meet the intensity of this new vibrator with need. Her chest falls and rises with uneven breathes and her toes scrunch the silky fabric beneath her into knots. She’s getting close, I can always tell. Her feet do this little thing where they bunch up with her legs and- ah there it is. I can hear the scream she releases as she comes, it makes my cock press up against my pants with hunger. Fuck I want her so bad, but not yet. No I need to get to know my little sunshine more before I introduce myself. Through unsteady hands I keep the mirror up and watch as she tosses and buries herself under the covers, a sign she’s going to sleep for the night. I wait an agonizing amount of time before I’m sure she’s out like a light, then I move my fingers to open her window. Her sweet perfume and the smell of her release dances in the air. My sweet, little sunshine. She looks so peaceful. I can’t wait to be the in her dreams, consuming her every thought. She’s mine she just doesn’t know it yet.