Guardian Angel

Warning: this is a gentle non-consent fantasy. It will not be to everyone’s taste. Read at your own risk.

We’ve been a part of each others’ lives for years. At this point I don’t even remember how we met. It’s like you’ve just always been there, a steady presence in my life.

I know you better than anyone. I know your favorite foods, your favorite books, favorite places to go when you want to be alone. I know your fears and insecurities, the silly little things you do when you need a pick me up, the movies you watch when you need a good cry. I can read your moods by the look on your face and the way you hold your shoulders.

Even after all this time it’s kind of a thrill that you don’t know who I am. Other than a handful of brief encounters when you were still working retail, you’ve never even seen my face.

Mostly I just watch from the shadows, kind of like a stealthy body guard. I make sure you get home from work alright, that no one follows you home from the store – or no one else, at least. I watch – and take pictures.

God do I take a lot of pictures. I have a whole separate hard drive dedicated to you. Sometimes when I’m board I’ll organize them in different ways: favorite outfits, favorite hair styles, categorized by moods or weather. That kind of stuff. But mostly I leave them chronologically. I like scrolling through and seeing how you’ve changed over the years.

I’ve watched you go on dates. It’s kind of bittersweet for me. I love seeing you so happy but despise seeing you waste your time on guys that obviously don’t care for you the way I do. But I keep my peace and don’t interfere, that is unless things start getting too serious.

I’ve gotten pretty good at picking locks over the years. An ear ring under a guy’s bed or pregnancy test in his trash can is usually sufficient to bring an end to a troublesome relationship.

Actually the lock picking skills is how I was able to learn so much about you. I’m able to scope out your things while your at work. It allows me to see the side of you that isn’t out in public. The things only people who care enough to look would ever know.

Those same skills, along with the sleeping pills I found on your dresser, are what allow me to spend time with you.

I’ve learned your schedule well enough to maximize my time with you while you’re asleep. I show up when you’re out cold and leave before the medicine starts wearing off.

I used to just watch you sleep. Keeping an eye on you. Keeping you safe. Watching the peaceful expression on your face. But I realized over time just how hard you sleep when you take your medicine. I started crawling in bed with you. I’d hold you close and keep you safe and warm. I have to be careful though. It’s so peaceful holding you like that I’ve actually fallen asleep myself and barely made it out the door before you woke.

I’ve discovered my favorite game during our times together. I can influence how you act the next day by how I touch you during the night.

It’s not fool proof. It doesn’t always work. But I’ve found that the day after I spend the night teasing your nipples you’re more likely to wear a shirt with a low cut. If I massage your ass you’ll likely wear something tight and your steps will be lighter all day.

If I just hold you all night you tend to wear something comfortable and seem to be more open in conversations. And the nights that I slide your panties to your knees and play with your pussy tend to make you more flirtatious and receptive to attention.

It really is a marvel how hard you sleep.

When I hold you tight and slip my hand between your legs, when I keep going until your sleeping body shudders against me, the next day you’re so loose and carefree. Your shoulders are relaxed, your smile more gentle and genuine. Like all the worries of the world just slide right off you.

Those are my favorite days.

I’ve been inside you many times. Slowly. Carefully. Gently. I don’t let myself cum. I know if I do you’d obviously realize it the next day and it would ruin my chance to have more time with you.

I just caress your body, warming you up – or I’ll push your legs apart and gentle taste you – and when you’re ready for me I glide myself inside. I slide inside you, watching your beautiful face, enjoying the feel of you.

God you feel so good.

And when it’s time I carefully get out of our bed and finish myself off in the bathroom.

I wonder what you think when you wake up like that – your underwear around your ankles, your pussy still wet and tingling.

I guess I’ve been doing it so long now you just think it’s normal. Maybe you think you’re just so hyper sexual that you play with yourself in your sleep. Maybe you think you do it to yourself and you’re just too embarrassed to mention it to someone. I’d love to ask you about it one day.

Every once in a while, just once in a blue moon, you wear something sexy to bed. A thong or some lingerie or something like that. Those are the nights that I know you need to cum. You need to wake up relaxed and at peace. You need that release in your sleep. And I always make sure I take care of you those nights.

It’s like our own secret language. Like your subconscious is asking me to help you feel good. And I am always more than happy to give you exactly what you need.

Maybe one day I’ll introduce myself. I’ll walk up to you and explain who I am and all the things I do for you. Maybe one day.

But for now I’m content in my role. I’ll stay in the shadows, watching over you. Keeping you safe, taking care of your needs.

Your own personal guardian angel.

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