STALKER – A SHORT STORY

As is my nature, I lay cocooned in my bed covers. In the deepest of sleep, I ignored the indifferent outside distractions.

Carried by the sub-zero winter winds, ice pellets hit the street lights and covered all the gated houses. Black metal gates, sidewalks, and the once black and yellow streaked roads glossed over. The bare trees and their branches were swathed by inches of coarse ice.

The windows were lustrous as I slept insulated within my sheets and blankets, the winter world an oblivion to me.

I sat up instinctively. I had no reason why. I was not awakened by my sleeping dog that remained at my feet or roused by the house alarm.

He is here again, camouflaged by the night shadows; he is the dark tree without movement. He whose eyes that I have never seen. Bold in defiance, I turn to him; my body, immobile, shakes in horror. I dare not move out of bed. I must be still and pretend to sleep. Draping myself with my bed linen, I lay back and shut my eyes. Preventing any further noticeable trembles, I compress my legs together. I can feel his presence, but I cannot see him. I never see him. I only feel him.

He knows somehow that I have sealed my eyes, clinching them shut. I just want him to go away. I try and compose myself – it is no use. Covering my mouth with my right sheeted hand, I scream out, knowing that he is laughing at this. How can it be that he can see me? How could anyone see through the inches of ice that adhere against my window?

Crouching into a fetal position, I smash myself down against the mattress and shudder in panic. I tremble, pleading in whispers for his flight. The ice droplets continue pouring against the roof; I can hear the pound, bang, tapping of ice against winter clay as my heart beats- thumping excessively. I feel sweat washing down my neck length hair onto my spaghetti strapped shoulders, and the coldest of cold shivers pierces my spine. Desperate to release their unnatural hold, I feel every muscle in my body tightening. I tremble. I wait.

Miss Muffet

On a dim lit city corner,
Stands Miss Muffet,
Black leather pants
Not much else.
My black Ferrari humming,
I whip out my wallet
For there she was
Miss Muffet, dark brown hair
Sculpting bare breasts, stands behind
Luminous smoke, exhaled.
Miss Muffet, elevated in golden sandals.
The stars are out
The city’s moon is full
And damn it, we are going to fuck.
I am hard and in charge.
Miss Muffet, will she make me cum?
My fat wallet
Five thousand dollars,
A glow in the dark condom.
I approach Miss Muffet,
She looks pissed.
Cold glass descends, replaced with
Money.
Into a quizzical smile
She bends down
And shows me her tits.
“What do want lover?
I can make you holla.”
I am horny so I agree.
Painted leather legs cushion my seat.
We are at the hotel, its swell.
Brown leather chair encompasses
A black lace thong.
I pull out a twenty
To embrace her bare flesh.
Breasts exposed
Body is vulnerable.
I kiss her leg
A response
My shake,
Her grin
I slap her ass.
Sweated hands mold and
Roll to reveal moist skin.
Bronzed legs, snaking,
Arch and touch her head,
Sixteen more twenties
Her pants would fall.
I am horny so I agree.
I reach for wallet
A sudden jump
Her tits press my back,
Golden naval ring rubs spine.
Shivers disperse.
Brown leather entwines
My muscled neck.
I grab sheets,
Catch a breath
Naked knees crush spine.
I plead for release.
Miss Muffet laughs
Spanking my ass.
Spanking? No,
She rides my ass.
I love it.
Heart hammers in ears.
More air is needed.
Miss Muffet giggles,
Kneading my ass.
Whispers of enticement,
Nuzzling at my ears
The belt releases
I am turned on my back.
I’m hard and rigid
My dick twitches.
She teases, she dips,
Clawing at my chest
Miss Muffet makes me spastic.
She wets her lips
Cupping her tits,
Thrashes her head.
Miss Muffet creates a fist
Strikes my chin
Like a light bulb,
I blow out.
I awake
A maid stands
Before my toweled body.
Miss Muffet has vanished.
We search
My wallet has vanished,
Money all gone
So too my enjoyment.