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Vicarious Voyeur
Do you often envision your life through another set of eyes? We've all caught ourselves watching someone from a distance, even admiring them, but how far would you take it? This is your chance to become a peeping tom, a stalker from afar, a follower lurking in the shadows, or a secret admirer who envies someone’s life so much, that you’d do unpredictable things to keep watching. Perhaps you’ll write it in a journal, or a letter, or just share your observations with us of what about them that gets you up in the morning. I’m interested in seeing your inner creepy come out and will reward the more disturbed higher, but keep it fictional and safe. All styles are welcome. The winner is decided by me. Remember to tag me, @ChrisSadhill, in the comments and I will read and comment on every piece. Happy writing.

Romantic 3rds

Pre-Date Jitters

Aiden had everything planned. He had walked the spot, smoothing the grass and pulling up sticktights. He had tossed a few twigs past the trunk of the 60ft willow, its silvery leaves shivering against the breeze. Leaning his napsack against the gnarled trunk, he'd emerged from the swaying canopy. He walked to the trail head and looked back; he paced back and forth, squinting to see his napsack behind the cascading drip line.

The day before, he had shopped for all the little do-dads and nibbles at the local sundry, Mary & Joseph's. He walked each aisle with a confident gait, even though his shoulders hunched forward a bit. He picked a jar of olives, some table wafers, a pre-sliced summer sausage, some elegent cheeses, cheap cloth napkins, and a basket meant for apple picking.

Aiden turned his back to the storefront panes and bent over to get a good look at something. He put several of these items in his buggy and continued down the aisle. He glanced at the green and black and ambered clear bottles. He looked unsure if he should pick white or red, or maybe something pink and bubbly. His hand hovered over a cold duck for a moment; then, he made a fist and walked to the next aisle.

It was cute. And it was the right decision. Males can be such frail, hesitant creatures when they are prepping for a mating ritual. Their execution isn't always so... gentle. This was going to be a romantic picnic to rival all other 3rds in the history of dating, so much so that I found myself wanting to make an exception. Perhaps I could wait until after for once, I thought. Males can be surprising. Perhaps I was wrong about this one.

Date Night

Aiden walked slowly up the hill, reaching behind him. A small hand reached toward his, and the hands met. He gently tugged to help his companion (who we can call Jane) over a rocky outcrop, and her giggles echoed against the boulder behind the willow tree, only to fall silent just at the trail head. Very private. Aiden smiled when Jane gasped at the scene he had prepared.

The silver willow now glowed with an internal golden warmth. Candles sparkled, and a cool breeze sent slivers of light and merriment into the evening sky. Fireflies responded with their own illuminants. The couple sat on the blanket, and Aiden presented his picnic basket. Jane covered her smile upon viewing the contents.

"What? I tried." Aiden smiled so brilliantly that his companion couldn't help but touch his cheek. They embraced, and Aiden gingerly kissed her exposed neck. Jane discretely slid her skirt up, revealing the thickness of one upper leg. An invitation.

Aiden flashed a hesitant grin, eyes glimmering in the candle light. Jane nodded, and Aiden quickly kissed his way to her offering. He looked in my direction as if prompting me to join him. And though I knew he couldn't see me or sense me there, I found myself accepting his invitation.

He started slowly, nibbling and sucking along the adductor tendon just below her pelvis. Her head tilted back, and she held herself firm against him by balancing on veed arms--a triangle of desire and trepidation. I mirrored his movements, my fingertips and nails in place of his lips and teeth.

Aiden's body trembled; his effort to withstand the desire heightened my connection to him. He was almost speaking to me. I could almost feel his teeth scraping my thigh. My breathing quickened, and Jane's moans vocalized for us both. This was the moment. I would have to finish before she did if I were to save her.

I lifted my earbuds from my pouch and pressed each one deeply and firmly into either ear. I hit play. Dragging my nails across the tenderest patch of flesh on my inner thigh, three small trickles of blood slowly dripped onto the cool earth as I climaxed.

Aiden's head snapped in my direction, and a thin hiss escaped his lips. Jane, enthralled and waiting, sat in the same pose panting, thigh unscathed.

He was next to me in a second, the swirling gold of candlelight and leaves swishing behind him. He stared at me with fierce eyes as he crouched, slowly sniffing at my life's heat, leaking from my thigh like a savory sauce dripping from a perfectly cooked brisket.

As he leaned in, his mouth moved rhythmically. I was grateful for choosing quality earbuds, but it was still difficult to resist because I could read his lips.

Realms of bliss, realms of light

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to the endless night

End of the night, end of the night

End of the night, end of the night

I tilted my head back and placed my hand on the cold hard railroad spike beside my pouch. Aiden cautiously licked at one trickle of blood, his fiery tongue rasping against the ravaged epidermis. I wrapped my other leg around his upper torso, pressing his face into the blood. His eyes widened. I could almost hear the internal struggle: this wasn't planned; I must stop; she isn't who I picked; she wants this more than I do; nobody wants this more than I do.

Aiden's eyes rolled back and his mouth slowly opened, forming a great wide O into which he pressed my bloody inner thigh. Locked. I ran my hand sensually up and down his spine, matching the rhythm of his mouth and tongue. I found that tickly sweet spot, and then. Squelch. Was it pain I saw in those upturned eyes? Rage? Fear? Ecstasy? Perhaps all at once.

Thankfully, Jane would only remember a romantic picnic and that she decided not to see Aiden again, thanks to his thrall. After escorting her to her car, I came back to Aiden. He was gorgeous, even in true death. I removed his head and bisected his body. Such lovely 3rds. It was the most romantic night of my life.

Debrief

"Are you sure you want to sign this statement?" My supervisor had become increasingly squeamish over my past few missions. "Perhaps you could leave field work for a while and go back to the archives...?"

After a prolonged silence, he continued, "We can't have our agents appearing more...er...involved than the 'serial killers' they bring down."

"Of course. That's sensible." Under the desk, I rubbed the bruise on my thigh and thought of Aiden.

It wasn't the worst idea; I could find so many more monsters to slay in the archives. Perhaps my days of solo missions were over, but I had removed the head of the most vile vampire in Ireland, and that afforded me some leeway, I hoped.

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