6 comments/ 21344 views/ 3 favorites While She Slept By: alkysmurf I watched as you came home from a long shift at work. She greeted you at the door with a kiss, which you returned - albeit reluctantly. I saw the look in your eyes, resigned to yet another dreary day of keeping her occupied and happy. You looked so sad. I wanted to come to you right then and take you away with me. But I had to wait until the time was right. I needed you willing and ready. As you slept I kept watch over you, wanting with every breath to creep in and carry you off to my world. I watched her sleep beside you. So innocent to your feelings. So secure in her world that she never would have known the thoughts that raced through you, wishing she weren't there so you could reach out for the forbidden love I could offer you. The things I could give you that she could not. Just the thought of being with me drove you wild with desire, but all you knew was but a whisper in your ear. You could hear me, feel me, smell me, but you could not touch me. I was but a phantom to you. A dream you could not name. But I waited and bid my time, just holding out until the time was right. And yet still, every time you slept I watched you through the window, whispering the desires in to your mind, the wants in to your loins, and the beats in to your heart. Day after day, night after night, I watched you struggle with the desires you could only taste but not quench. I watched as you gave to her what I wanted so badly, what I knew you gave only to keep the pain of lust at bay. What you needed to do to keep from going mad. And every time I breathed my longing into your mind you shivered with anticipation. I watched the emotions cross your sleeping features. And it drove me wild beyond my imagination; I burned to touch you. I ached to press my lips against the throbbing pulse of your neck. I hungered to taste the sweat upon your warm soft skin. And every time you touched her to ease the desires that rocked your body I died a little inside. When you looked into her eyes my heart stopped beating a little. My blood ran cold. And all I wanted was to take you, please you, have you as my own. I walked up to you in the coffee shop. I smiled into your mind. I breathed my name on the wind. You looked up from your book and saw me gazing across the room at you. You smiled in absent recognition. You knew me. But you didn't know how. You felt a wave of longing that threw you. I saw the uncertainty in you. You were afraid. As you gazed around the room I could see you waver. She waited at home, cooking your meals, doing your laundry, cleaning your home, cramping your world. You wanted, and needed, escape. If only for a short while. I whispered your name into the air. And ruffled your hair with the breeze of my breath. And I left it at that. I got up and left. And felt your eyes on me as I passed through the door. And it felt good to leave you hanging with unresolved desire. Burning inside with anticipation of me. You returned day after day to the same coffee shop. I watched as you looked around the room with each visit, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman who had tempted you with her gaze. I watched you leave in resignation and walk home with a heavy heart, and a deepening melancholy in your mind. You thought of me with every breath, with every step, with every movement. You dreamt of me. Felt my desire in your soul, smelled my breath with every sip of drink or bite of food, felt the feather touch of me every time I caressed your mind with mine. And I waited until I knew you could stand it no longer. If you didn't find me you would surely rip the skin from your body. And every time she touched you you cringed knowing that she was no longer the one would could quench the raging heat of your needs. You parked your car outside your house. I sat across the street and watched as you dragged yourself home. Knowing that the time had come. My mind raced with want and need. My skin itched with the longing to touch you. To finally take for myself what I had hungered for for so long. You felt my gaze on your back and you turned to look at me. But you could not see me. It was a phantom touch. But you knew I was there. Felt the blood coursing through my veins. Wanting to feel it course through yours. I sat just inside your door, crouched in the shadows the corners offered. I whispered your name. Hypnotized you with words meant to make both of you drowsy. Her with sleep. You with need. And I waited until you both went to bed and heard the soft rhythmic breathing of humans in sleep. Then I crept into your bed. Looked over your face as you slumbered. Breathed my name in your ear. And watched as your face softened in recognition. And smiled as you opened your eyes and finally looked right into mine. You started to speak, but I put my fingers over your lips to shush you. You stirred, and I put my hands on your shoulders to still you. You looked at her beside you and I shook my head and quietly told you that she would not awaken. It was like a spell had been cast upon her that would allow her to sleep innocently beside us. Never knowing the betrayal we both were about to perform. But she continued to slumber peacefully. And you gave yourself up to me in your mind. And I knew I had won. I touched your lips with mine. I caressed your ears with my teeth and my tongue. I ran my fingers down your neck to the throbbing pulse that beat at its base. And I knew that I you were mine. Even if for just a short time. I took my teeth and bit into the heat of your artery, and drank in the taste of your fiery blood. You throbbed with need and shuddered with desire. Your body ran hot and fast. I felt you harden. But I could not release you from your want just yet. The time was near. I ran my fingers through the hair on your chest, working my way down to the center of your desire. You reached for me, but I pressed you down. This was my game, you were just to lie there and be played. You lay back and sighed, closed your eyes, and gave into the pleasures that I was performing. When you thought you could handle it no longer I straddled you and guided you inside me. You gasped at the heat and tightness of me. Thrusting up into me I pushed down on you. You reached for my breasts with your mouth and your hands. And I let you take them to you and suckle as a babe to its mother. And I put my mouth on yours to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. And as you came close to shuddering fulfillment I made my final move. The move I'd been dreaming of and wanting for for so many weeks. You arched your neck at the exact moment my hunger peaked. As I bit my fangs down into your neck and drank of your life's blood you pumped your life's seed into me. An action of bonding older than time itself. And as your breath and heart slowed I licked the drops of blood from your neck, savouring the taste of your spent desire. I watched as the life drained from you, and as she slept beside us innocent of time passing. And just as you raggedly exhaled the vapours of your being I leaned over your mouth to return your life's essence to you. And as I watched your breathing return to normal I knew you'd awaken with the taste of me on your tongue, and the memory of what we did. While She Slept. And the anticipation of when I'd return to you. Sleep well... While She Slept She woke with a start. Something had pulled her suddenly from sleep. She thought it might have been a door slamming. Was it? She wasn't sure. Another door slammed, then a car engine started. She tried to clear the fog from her mind, but now the pain was standing in the way. Her head felt like a spike was driving through her forehead. She reached up and massaged her temples until the pain dulled down to a throbbing ache. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom, and slowly she realized she was naked. Her body felt - weird. She took inventory. Her face felt stiff, dry. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Gradually, she worked her mouth and tongue until the saliva flowed again. She licked her lips. Odd...she tasted - him. That unique taste he had. Had he kissed her before he left? She tried to remember...anything. She fought through the pounding in her head to think back. The last thing she remembered was coming home from work. She remembered getting out of the car. It was Friday night and she was looking forward to going out. She remembered getting to the front door, then...nothing. The next thing she remembered was waking up here, naked in her bed and feeling like she had just come out of a long, too fun night. "Oh, God! How much did I drink last night?" she thought. That had to be it. They went out, she drank way too much, and now she was paying for it. Was he pissed, was that why he left? She tried to shake off the confusion, but it just intensified the pain. So, she sat for a minute and let the room slow it's spinning until she could focus. After a minute, the pain subsided and she was able to look around. The room was a mess. It was obvious some...extra activity had taken place. Damn, she wished she could remember! Then, her eyes fell on the TV. It showed a steady blue screen - like it always showed right before they played a movie. Then, she saw the DVD player with a Post-It note on it. All it said was, "Play Me". Nervously she reached over and pushed the Play button. The TV screen flickered then showed the inside of their room. He was on screen, looking at the camera. "Hi, love," he said. "I know you've wanted this for a while. I decided to surprise you and have some fun when you get home. If you're watching this, you should have a nice show to watch." He smiled playfully, then stepped back. He was wearing his favorite jeans and no shirt. She smiled to herself as she admired his form. He was holding a bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. "Chloroform," he said. "Let's see how you do with a dose of this." He reached for the camera. The scene blinked and then he was backing into the corner behind the door. In the distance, she could hear her own voice through the closed bedroom door. "I'm in here!" he yelled, then winked at the future her who was watching the scene unfold. Knowing what was coming, she felt a warmth grow between her legs, and reached down to gently touch herself. Her pussy was sore, but nice. She could feel the wetness as her fingers worked inside her pussy and along her clit. Her excitement grew as she watched the screen. The door opened, and she saw herself walking into the room with a baffled look. Suddenly, she remembered. She was trying to find him, then she was grabbed from behind and the next thing she remembered was waking up nude in bed. Now she saw why. As soon as she passed the doorway, he came up from behind her and put the chloroform-soaked rag over her nose and mouth. She admired his arms as his muscles flexed, holding her in tightly as she breathed in the fumes, then went limp. He grunted slightly, and she saw his triceps flex as he supported her dead weight. "God, his arms are hot," she thought. He lifted her over to the bed and laid her down. He stared down at her for a moment, a mischievous smile crossing his lips. He looked at the camera. "You're a beautiful slut," he said. "And now you'll get your slut treatment." She could see the outline of his cock through his tight jeans as he started growing hard. She could tell that the thought of taking her like this was turning him on and, surprisingly, it was turning her on, too. Her hands moved over her pussy as she watched. He pulled her shirt off and then wrestled her pants off. Then he stopped and admired her again - looking at her bra and panties. She'd worn her red, lacy ones. She knew they would have plans that night and that they were his favorite - but she had no idea that he'd be looking at her in them like this. She looked so peaceful, laying there. So vulnerable. But the look on his face wasn't peaceful. It was pure, unadulterated lust. Watching, she knew that she was going to be used as a sex object, and she couldn't wait to watch it happen. He pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. His hard cock popped up, fully erect and ready for action. He slowly stroked his cock as he admired her unconscious body. He bent down and kissed her on the cheeck, then licked her face - tasting her. His hand reached down and cupped her breast. Watching, her hand went to touch her breast, too. Together, the man on the video and the woman watching tweaked her nipple through her bra, then in a sudden, violent motion he ripped it off of her. He looked at her bare breasts and licked his lips. He always had loved her tits, and she could tell he was going to enjoy them now. His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking, then nibbling, then biting hard. "You fucking slut," he said. "You love this." And with that, he straightened up and slapped her across the face. There was no reaction from the unconscious woman, but the one watching jumped and felt a surge of wetness between her thighs. He moved up until he was kneeling by her head. "How about a nice blow job, slut?" he said. He turned her head to face his cock, then he pushed her mouth open and shoved inside. He worked gently, just letting the tip work in and out, then gently pushing further in. Relaxed, she took him in further than she had before, but she started to gag when he hit her throat. He worked in and out, fucking her face slowly, with a look of pure joy on his face as he enjoyed the forced oral sex. All of a sudden, her man transformed from a loving companion to an animal filled with pure lust. He reached down and pulled her panties, but they wouldn't tear. Frustrated, he yanked them down to her ankles, pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then, he was on top of her. He looked at the camera again. "You fucking whore - you want to see yourself fucked don't you?" "Yes!" she answered. Then realized he couldn't hear her, just like she couldn't hear him when he said it. He grabbed the camera and held it in his hands, giving her his point of view. She saw his hard cock pressed onto her belly. Then, he pulled back and rammed into her with all the force he could muster. He moaned with pleasure as he started fucking her. The sound of his flesh smacking her thighs sent shivers through her body as his clit engorged and her fingers worked their own magic. He fucked and fucked and fucked her, pushing in and out. As she watched herself be used on the screen, she felt her own body respond, and she surged to an intense orgasm, arching her back and screaming as she fought to keep her eyes on the screen, where he kept right on pounding into her. Finally, she heard his breathing shift. She knew what that meant and looked for him to cum inside her. But he stopped. Holding his cock in his hand, he moved up on her. "This is how whores take their cum," he said, and stroked his cock near her head. Suddenly, she realized why her face felt dirty, as she watched streams of cum shoot all over her face. One, two, three streams squirted out of him and onto her. She wanted to be angry, but the tightness she felt inside said otherwise. He grunted, then relaxed, breathing heavily as he admired his work. Then he stood up, still watching her, and put his pants and shirt. He walked over to the camera and looked right into her eyes through the screen. "I love you," he said. "I hope you enjoy watching this as much as I enjoyed making it. I'm going to go get us some dessert. Clean yourself up and we can have some more fun when I get back." He winked, and reached up to turn off the camera. She lay there, panting, and realized she was covered in sweat from her own reliving of the fantasy. She knew he would be home soon, so she got up, took a shower, and prettied herself up for him. When he came home, they had dessert, and she properly thanked him for her wonderful video.