Werewolf Fantasy – London Has A New Breed Of Stalker Part 1
I’ll never deny I’ve had many a hot werewolf fantasy in the past. But, because it’s close to Halloween (my absolute favorite holiday if you didn’t already know) why not revisit an old favorite? And, it was something I fantasized a lot about while I was in San Diego. It was the perfect place. So, here’s what I thought about while I walked around the bay.
I was walking alone on the shore of Mission Bay. I’d rented an apartment for a few days since it was only a little more expensive than a hotel room. I wanted to take a vacation in style especially after being sick for a while. The fresh air would do me some good. That was why I was traipsing around a sandy bay barefoot at night. I wanted to go for a walk, breath in that salty air, be alone for a bit, and indulge myself.
My chest heaved as I sighed and tilted my face up toward the full moon. Its’ silvery sheen made my skin glow faintly as I basked in its presence. The lids of my eyes fluttered closed. I was at peace with the world and everything in it at that moment. But that was when everything took a turn and not necessarily for the worse.
I suppose that would depend on who you asked.
The sound of heavy breathing intruded on my tranquility. Or, was that panting? Who let their dog off-leash? It must have been a big dog because it was loud almost like a subwoofer was competing with the gentle lapping of the waves.
Someone was about to have hell to pay for interrupting my serenity. I rounded on the dog and looked for an owner trying to reign the thing in. But, there was no owner and, oddly enough, no dog. I scanned the shoreline as far as my eyes would reach but saw nothing. My heart started beating faster as I tried to contain the panic that was building inside me.
I forced myself to take a deep breath trying to reign in my sudden irrational terror but that was useless.
It was getting pretty late so I should have been back hours ago. That was what I told myself to excuse my frantic heart rate. I tried to run but the wet sand slowed my pace a little bit. Stopping to catch my breath, I strained my ears. It was quiet so that was needless. There was no panting or any other noise out of place.
I sighed with relief and laughed out loud at my irrational freak-out. There was nothing out here except me and some sea life. Just because my hair stood on end and alarms went off in my head didn’t mean something was wrong. I just needed some sleep so I continued in the direction of my apartment but at a casual pace.
I’d been feeling eyes on me ever since I started coming out to the bay. It was like someone was stalking me but everyone knows I like to put on a show so that part didn’t bother me. The part that was unnerving was the feeling behind the hidden observation. I couldn’t help but wonder what their intentions were. As freaky as it sounds, the unknown was a thrill and I wanted to see how it all played out. So, there I waited with the moon as my own personal spotlight. Make your move.
To Be Continued…
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