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Guardian Angel
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Guardian Angel  He found me one night as I danced to the pulsing beat banging out in my room. I teased and laughed, seduced and enticed without touching the curiously aroused. My Cam stage was warm and my body hot. The air cooled only by a fan hanging from above. I watched as he skillfully drew me away from my audience and into his private world of chat. He sent his images for my eyes to see. For a moment I couldn’t breathe. This man before me from a distant place, touch-less lust stopping me, trapped in his attention from that moment on. He brought his eyes to his camera lens projecting his soul into my heart. He smiled his white brightness and pulled me closer inside with eyes that calmed. He had control over me and I never wanted him to let go. I couldn’t seem to find the words, what I typed back were words that said too much, didn’t seem enough and revealed my need. He methodically placed an ear bud into place to show me that he could hear what I was saying but continued with his own typewritten voice. I didn’t question why he was silent to my ear. I remained his captive and allowed his dominance as he typed and painted for me the private world in which he existed. Who was this man? A protector, he wrote; an executive protection specialist, for the rich and powerful, the shadowed among the others. He raised his forearms up closer to the camera eye to reveal one forearm with the word Guardian and the other the word Angel. His trademark name: Guardian Angel. He was known as such but in other lands was known as the Boogieman he joked. He displayed his handgun as if to add to the imagery and to convince my questioning mind. He smiled again, binding my thoughts to his will. He was leaving; he typed, Wednesday for Mexico and would not be back for two weeks. He painted colors that revealed more danger in the area of the country to which he would be travelling but wanted me to believe he would return, safely and unharmed. I could not escape from this man and I knew there was no point in trying. I submitted myself to this story, his tales of power and death. I allowed myself to believe what seemed fantastic to become real. He assured my doubts and drew me further into his control. He used his power over me and his intelligence to dominate the chat window. He wrote of his degree in psychology and an additional degree in what I think was engineering but what seems to have since faded in my memory in only the days since. His educational achievements brought him out of the Mexican drug territory and back to an American homeland; painting a picture for me that seemed more approachable and additionally soothing, quieting, reassuring. He seduced me then, entering my desires with a force that took control from my mind and between my thighs. I could feel his words, deeply; my mouth and body became wet with want; my hands bringing myself satisfaction. I could smell his heat hovering over my body, overpowering any resistance I might muster. I ached for more of him and willingly released any sense of inhibition. I used the camera to drink in his hard and powerful will; our naked images burning redness throughout the darkened room. He peaked before my eyes, thrusting his flow, shooting his passion and letting it drip down his swollen flesh, my mouth wet, my needs only teased with this touch-less passion. We parted, not right away, slowly, gradually, as if to have spent time more time together. I was captured, entrapped in his web. Left to sort out the tale as told. He’s in my mind now, toying with me in my dreams, holding my heart, leaving me still questioning his truth. He’s with me when I wake up; teases my thoughts during the day. I visit him by looking at his face, his eyes that silently call me. His body draws me closer each time I drink him in, I lie in bed, close my eyes, touch his flesh and smell his heat. How do I live with this desire? How do I disguise this want? |
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You are certainly something special and I don't just mean this site. I don't normally read anyone's Blog, they all seem so self effacing and self promoting, but I read yours and it broke my heart. I was caught up in your smile and couldn't believe the sadness hidden behind it. I tried to find the genesis of the "Guarding Angel" which also caught my attention and then I lost your profile. I spent an hour trying to find you and wanted to tell you what a powerful writer you are and how you must affect all those around you in a positive way. That's it, not plying you with tons of BS or lies or even making a play for you, just wanted to somehow reach out and touch you through this medium to say, "Thanks" for touching my heart.
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Just be careful, a lot of people on here say a lot of things. Just saying.
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