Loving Death, Lexi’s dark erotic fantasy part one
For as long as I can remember, I have been able to see Death. I’m not talking about people dying, I’m talking the angel of death, the grim reaper, that guy. Loving Death wasn’t my plan either… No one else can see him as far as I can tell. I don’t see spirits of the dead, but my very first year of school a classmate of mine died at school. While everyone was surrounding the girl, I was the only one aware of the man in a black suit standing far off to the side. Since that day, I’ve seen him from time to time throughout the years.
Part of me felt like a stalker, even though it’s not like I was following him or anything. Really it was just that I was the only one who could see him even in a crowd. I couldn’t help but stare. He’s tall and slender, with waist length raven black hair. His skin is pale as wilk and his eyes are a fathomless black. He has large yet delicate hands, fingers that I assume would be perfect for playing piano. His face is always expressionless anytime I see him, but once… I saw his eyes flash with emotion for a mere moment.
That day my heart skipped a beat. It was also the day I finally realized how I felt about him. I mean, I was still young, in high school. But I had been watching him for over ten years at this point. I’m not sure if it was me acknowledging my feelings that made me bolder, but only a few weeks after that day did I get caught staring at him.
It was right outside the hospital my grandma worked at.
I was standing out front waiting for my grandma when he appeared. He was standing on the sidewalk about twenty feet from me, looking up at one of the floors. Maybe he was waiting for the soul he was there to collect, but I was breathless as I stared. After maybe five minutes he turned his head and our eyes locked. I don’t know what possessed me to say it, but as he stood there gazing into my very soul I blurted out the words just hanging on the tip of my tongue.
“I’ve been in love with you for the last ten years. Ever since I first laid eyes on you!”
The moment the words were out I panicked. I turned on my heel and ran away as fast as I could. I was there to pick up my grandma after work and yet here I am leaving her high and dry because I couldn’t keep my fat mouth shut. That night, after apologizing to everyone, taking what felt like a 3 hour existential crisis shower, and finally going to bed, I finally calmed.
Maybe he’ll forget what I said.
I mean, he is Death, he has to be too busy to bother himself with one infatuated teen girl. It’s only when I’m on the brink of sleep that I feel a shift in the air that brings me back. I open my eyes and find Death standing by my bed watching me.
“You can see me while alive, and you do not fear me. I can’t help but find myself intrigued.” His voice is soft and whispery, calm like the sea at the darkest part of the night. For some reason wetness instantly pooled between my thighs.
“It’s a lot more than just not being afraid of you…” I whisper back.
“Will you show me what you mean?” He asks, a mild curious tone tinting his voice. With a nod and a shiver, I reach out and grab his hand. I tug it towards me until his palm is properly cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my nightie.
“I’ll show you exactly what loving Death means.” I reply with heat in my words and fire in my core.
I hope you have been enjoying part one of my loving death blog. Come back Sunday to read part two! Also, check out the audio I made! 877-482-0664