Coming across a murder scene late at night in a stretch of land with no cars at sight, knowing id have to hide or slowly back away... But getting so entranced by the scene that's unfolding that I stand there and stare, wide eyed, getting wet, eyes hazy. Just to eventually notice him noticing me just standing there. Still, to hypnotized by it to run. Stepping closer. "Can you push your fingers into the cut across their throat again?" Voice gentle, sweet, dreamy. Feeling like in a dream rather than in reality. His eyes wandering over me. Nodding. His fingers digging into the victims gaping throat. A soft mh sound from my throat. "You like that?" He'd ask. Id nod, slowly, carefully. My thighs rubbing together against each other. "... I'm not gonna tell anyone what I saw." Id breathe. He'd get up, walk the few steps to me "I'm sure you won't. Not with that expression you're making right now."
Id lean against the tree behind me. "I wanna see more. Youve started dismembering him. Youre half way through the arm.. " my eyes would glaze over as I look at the exposed muscle tissue and bone, the blood pooling on the ground beneath. My hand now between my thighs, ..
He'd watch without backing off. Just watch. "Do you want me to touch you?" He'd ask.
Id shake my head. "I just wanna watch. Maybe .. once you come visit me at home. I mean there's no way you're letting me go without knowing how to track me down is there? Just to check whether I'm safe to truly let go .."
He wouldn't close in further. Wouldn't breach the gap of the last distance as my fingers rub between my thighs, my eyes hungry on him and the corpse on the ground.
"I will find you one way or another after this, that's right. You'll let me in?"
Id nod. My eyes darting back and forth between him and the body on the ground.
"Good." He'd say, kneeling back down next to the body, his fingers running across the exposed muscle causing a shiver to run down my spine. Id let my fingers crawl into my jeans and panties, touch my clit directly. Moaning as silently as possible as he shows me the strands of muscle, peeling them apart from each other, pulling on them to show me their tension and elasticity. My finger roughly pushes inside myself. He sewers the muscle ... The way it retracts..
I see him work through the bone...
I watch as he diligently and patiently pulls the limb off the body, I bite my lip and feel the orgasm build ..
My hand shoots over my mouth as if I don't want to disrupt him with making noise, mumbled breathing and moaning against my hand as my thighs cramp up violently, so hard it's painful and I cum. Eyes glazed over, I watch, my gaze lingering...
"When will you visit me?" Id breathe, my voice exhausted from the orgasm.
He'd see the expression on my face. Take it in. "Soon. Just walk off. You didn't see anything have you?"
Id nod "I didn't see anything."
"Good. Then walk off now. Don't change your mind and I won't have to hurt you. But you won't, right? You liked it to much. I can see that. I bet you would've liked to see him struggling.. the expression of fear and pain in his eyes, that would've made it even better for you."
Id imagine it so vividly. Id nod. "... Yes.*
"Then you and me won't have a problem. Have a nice evening." He'd look as if he was done with this situation with me in it, and id start walking off. A light shiver to my step from the orgasm. Licking my lips imagining how soon would be soon ..
Surprisingly making it home peacefully after that, as if nothing ever even happened.
