The woods are creepy here.
Why didn't I take my flashlight?
Oh, right, because it was dead and no one thinks to charge it but me.
My two dogs yank me back to attention, hunting some poor frog or bug in the darkness. We had to move here last month. We had nowhere else to go when my life imploded and we were suddenly homeless. It's creepy as fuck but it's better than the damn hotel. Having to bring my kids to a hotel so we didn't have to sleep in my car was the lowest I've ever felt in life. But we're okay, we're somewhat settled. Well, they are.
I've been unsettled the last few weeks since we moved here.
The first time I felt like I was being watched, I was scared out of my mind. Horrifying images of bears, wolves, or big cats ran through my mind as I peered into the woods like I could see into the blackness. My dogs didn't seem bothered, which helped me calm down some. If they weren't agitated or even reacting to the phantom eyes I felt, why should I be practicing karate chops? But the whole way home I kept looking back.
There's something wrong with me. I'm fully aware of it, although I seem to be getting worse, not better. I always knew my imagination would run amuck one day, and I think we've made it to that point. It's the only way I can explain why I feel like I'm being watched...but I like it. I wore these tiny shorts on purpose, just in case I have a shadow who likes to look at me. Maybe I can tempt him to do more than watch.
I'm fairly certain he's there. He likes to watch when I'm alone out here. Sometimes I see movement, but everything is still and quiet when I try to find him. Maybe imagining him there is just as good. I know I make myself cum almost nightly to thoughts of my shadow watching. Taking. Giving.
I'm not married but I'm not single. I've been with him for 20 years. Things are complicated. Sometimes I feel invisible. Like I'm withering away. Just waiting for someone to SEE me. Give me what I need and take all I have to give.
My shadow sees me. He watches me cry, too. He watches me stare into the trees, wishing someone would take me. Take me out of my head, let me be free.
I finish the dogs' walk and put them away for the night. Then I go for another walk. Because I'm crazy, but we already established that.
I wore these clothes for him. Tiny shorts and a tank top that shows off my large tits and tight nipples. I want him to see. I want him to want me. I want to be enough for him, since I'm never enough for anyone else. Maybe since he watches me, he already thinks I am enough.
The night falls silent as I walk straight into the woods. I don't care anymore. I want to know if I'm just crazy or if someone is there. I see movement and turn in that direction. Nothing.
I keep going, starting to feel really silly. This is stupid. There's no one here. It's chilly. I'm going back.
As I start back, I hear it. A low whistle, just a whisper of sound, and it freezes me. I try to control my breathing, which is trying to speed up and get way too loud.
To my left, I see movement again. This time it doesn't disappear immediately. He's here. And moving toward me. I turn and see him. Finally.
He's wearing a dark mask that covers everything but his eyes. In the dark, his eyes look black. He's big. Very big. He walks toward me, and I have to crane my neck far back to keep his face in my sight. He's scary and beautiful. Menacing and silent. Will he speak? Will he touch? Please touch me.
He stops a few feet away, not quite touching distance. But with his size, it wouldn't take much to grab me. I don't think he's going to speak, he's just watching me. And I'm watching him.
Surprising me, he says, "You should go home now." His voice is low and gravelly. Rough and sexy.
"Why?" I ask.
"There are things in these woods that will hurt you," he says quietly.
"Like you?"
"Worse, butterfly. Worse than me,"
Butterfly? Oh. That's...that's amazing. Why does he call me that? I almost preen because he gave me a nickname. Awww!
Focus!
"I came here to find you." I barely say the words out loud.
He steps closer, so close I can smell him. He smells like amber and rain. Like the night air that promises a storm. A storm I can see brewing in his eyes.
"That was probably a mistake," he whispers.
"We'll see," I whisper back. I turn away from him, going back in the direction of my house. I want to see what he does.
I walk a few steps and glance back. His eyes are on my ass. So I bend over and pretend to fix my shoe.
I stand back up when I hear a low growl. By the time I'm upright, he's right behind me. I didn't even hear him move. He's so close I can feel the heat radiating from him, warming my entire back. I feel his breath on my neck, and the ghost of his touch along the curve of my ass where my shorts end.
"You're pushing me, butterfly. I've been watching this ass for weeks and here you are, waving it in my face."
"Here I am, shadow. What will you do with me?"