Message-ID: <46175asstr$1073772607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kids_at_play@webtv.net X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhRKr83afIgnXiwMVNAYkD60uOj6cwIVAI6qUjd0elcz7grzmVYwmoyMGds5 X-Original-Message-ID: <25319-3FFFFB55-1658@storefull-3196.bay.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from Quoted-Printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id i0ADH6cf021457 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 08:17:09 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} "He Watches" (g, solo, voy, humor) Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 17:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw "He Watches"     by   kids_at_play He watched her. He liked watching her. He knew it was wrong but he loved watching her. Simply put, he loved her. And why shouldn't he? That was his job. That was his duty. That was his privilege. To get to love her. To get to watch her. At night. He loved watching her at night. That was the best time. He could sit for hours and watch her as she moved about her bedroom. He never found it boring. She was always in motion. Always on the go. He always was there to watch her. And she never knew. She never noticed. And that was all right. He loved her anyway. He loved it best when she came back from her shower. All wet she was. Wet and pink. Glowing from her freshly-scrubbed skin. Smelling of fruit. In her hair. He loved watching her dry her hair. Then brushing it out. He never took his eyes from her. Not once. Except when she removed the towel from around her body. Then he had to turn his head and look away but he always turned back almost immediately to catch a fleeting glimpse of her naked body. And then, just like that, she slipped on her pajamas. Cute ones. Pink. With little Care Bears all over them. He liked those the best. He loved to smell them whenever she was out of the house. He would bury his nose in them and inhale her scent. It made him love her even more. And now she was moving towards her bed. Stepping into a pair of slippers. He watched anxiously as she looked in his direction. Had she seen him. Seen him watching her. Did she know? He wanted her now more than ever. He needed her. His eyes drank in her beauty. Her form. Her youth. His tongue slipped through his mouth and he began panting. His breaths became quicker. His need more powerful. He waited. Perhaps she would come to him. Perhaps she would want him as he wanted her. Perhaps. Suddenly, she started towards him. This was it. She drew nearer to him. He could smell her scent even stronger now. It inflamed him. It stirred in him something primal. Something guttural. She stopped, looking straight at him. She knew. It was time. And then, she spoke to him: "C'mon, Patches, let's go get you some dinner!" And he jumped up on his four legs, tail wagging furiously, and followed his love into the kitchen where she would finally, at last, feed him. The End "Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally terrify me." (Gary Allan) "Thank Heaven for little girls!" (Maurice Chevalier) "Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 1965) "We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) "He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."     (Anon) "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't exploit them. kids_at_play ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+