IT watches always
Part 1
By AllFurredUp

So, there I was falling at hundreds of feet a minute, my hands sweating my eyes watering and my mouth wide open wanting to scream for my life but nothing coming out of it. I was about to hit the concrete wall that is the Atlantic Ocean and probably die. But we need to start at the beginning of my Story.

My name is not important but for ethical reasons let’s just call me Lyle, I’m a single average guy that lives in the city alone, no friends, family, siblings, or job. You see my parents were ridiculously rich, to the point where my Grandchildren will never need to work. I mostly sit at home playing video games so my life is boring, also I choose to keep my wealth hidden because people would harass me if they knew. That’s my life in a nut shell now on to how I’m about to become a pancake on an ocean.

It began at the beginning of my earliest memories I’d lay awake at night in the orphanage in my room with 3 other individuals in the same situation well almost, parentless little bastards like myself. I was only 5 when I first seen her, a tall, beautiful, Blue being. She was almost hominid in shape, she stood on 2 legs and was hairless, there was markings on her in different shades of blue I couldn’t see where they went under her exclusive 1-piece skin tight black suit, which stretched from just above her shoulders to just below where men’s boxer shorts finish, the being had Medium sized breasts and a sizable behind from I could tell. She would stand in the corner of the room in the darkest patch and she would just stare at me with her large black eyes, no one else, and I would stare back with mesmerisation at her beauty well that’s what I thought she was.

This continued until I was about 20 and living on my own I got tired of her watching me it would give me an immense erection, the older I got the more attracted to her I became, I didn’t know if she had a spell over me or if I was just sick. Anyway, it was during a cold fall night that I couldn’t take it anymore, she always watched me and it made me so hard. I bought a night stand light and sat it on my night stand I even went as far as to point it in the exact spot where she always watched me from. I went to my bed eagerly awaiting her arousing stare, and like clockwork when I wasn’t looking at the corner of my room she appeared there. I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t make a sound, I looked at my lamp, reached over and turned on the light.

The room was well lit, the being who had watched me for 15 years was even more beautiful in the light, I could see her markings well enough now to picture what was under her black suit, but she continued to stand and stare at me. I sat up and said, “You know, it’s very rude to stare.” I almost dreaded her reply, then I remembered I don’t even know if she spoke English.