If only they knew. Part 1

He’s always been here, not that I’ve ever noticed his existence, to me he means nothing. As usual he stands around talking and smiling and like any other day I go on with my routines and ignore him, he smiles at me politely once again and I smile back as if I am throwing a busy emotion his way. His clothes are nothing extraordinary, nothing to set him apart from the rest.

Morning breaks through the dark and as any other day I hear him, conversing below me, talking of nonsense, I will remain here until he leaves, my smiles will have to stay with me today although I’m not sure he makes much of them anyway, why would he, we are but quiet acquaintances.

They are all social with nothing to say and I am a whisper, a hawk, a shadow that no one cares to turn around for, In my room I will sit and listen till dark once again falls upon us and muffles them all into silence, he will leave once again.

All is peaceful and calm, I am one with the blackness, to me it is an opportunity. Like a flame I am set alight, set alive like an alter ego. I can wait forever, patience is my virtue, but for now I rest and dream of a world in slow motion, everyone is grey, no one is different.

I am awoken by the quiet taps of frustration beating from my window, he is waiting for me to respond, and like a habit I do, He is not in the light of day, moonlight highlights the differences in his appearance, He is an animal, in command, and I quickly obey.

My nightgown falls to the ground, If only they suspected this, it would make the sound of a thousand bangs, crashing down around them, but they are sleeping, they know nothing. Once again my hands learn their way around him, my skin transfers sparks.

Like a feather he lifts me, until my thighs stroke his waist and his mouth moves toward my neck, I am a sweet sin, and he will once again fulfil me, we make no noise as he lays me on the cold ground, under his clothes I feel burning heat radiating over me.

We won’t talk, there is no need, his hands crawl up my inner thigh, his desire talks for him, Like a virgin I feel for the first time, he takes control and like a toy he plays with me, I will resist him but like an explosion he will free me .

Every ounce of vulnerability is taken, my body is exposed, and I like it. Like a predator his body moves above me, penetrating me, I am but a fragile flower, but at this moment I feel enraged, I dig into him like a cat, he likes it.

He moves faster, thrusting with a look of fury in his eyes, we push together, harder and harder each time, My arms and legs clamp around him, allowing him to become deeper, until our bodies join as one, I feel all of him.

We are at our peak, pushing with pure desire, breathing each other in like an addiction. He looks deep into my eyes, watching me, enjoying my climax, His hands grip my thighs, forcing them wider as he watches me, my body becomes hot, and in the silence of the night I explode.

An animalistic grin spreads across his face as he leaves. I lay here until like clockwork, I fall into a deep sleep, a numb feeling of exortion fills me and a misty haze covers my eyes, a cool breeze fills the room.

Sunrise fills the house, and I make my way towards the noise, I see him, they are all talking with nothing to say, he is nothing extraordinary, he smiles at me, and I throw a busy smile back. They all ignore me once again, for I am invisible, to them, If only they knew.