I knew they were out there watching. It wasn’t just a feeling, but a certainty. Best of all, they had no idea I knew. The whole thing had started a year ago, right after I’d signed the lease agreement and moved in. It was perfect, this little cottage quietly tucked away at the end of the cul-de-sac. After too many wears in a cramped apartment overlooking a bustling downtown thoroughfare, all I wanted was some peace and quiet with a little privacy thrown in for good measure, something I’d taken advantage of almost immediately.
It hadn’t been the house that I’d fallen in love with, but the backyard. A tall redwood fence boxed it in, certain to frustrate all but the most determined prying eyes, allowing me to sunbathe in the nude on the small deck that overlooked the small garden. That was the true prize. Carefully tended hedges and flower beds flanking a flagstone path the circled the spacious yard, culminating at an elegant pool that seemed to have been lost in time. A pair a stone benches sat before it, seducing the onlooker to relax and repose, perhaps read a book, enjoying the soft sound of water as it trickling from a fake waterfall while a god, cast in bronze, stood watch upon an island pedestal. What had drawn my eye, from the first, and had been the center of many bedtime fantasies, had been the heroic erection that the figure sported at an angle almost perfect for mounting. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t consider such a thing after her first glimpse?
I’d savored the thought through out the lengthy bidding process, filing in the back of my mind, only withdrawing it late at night when my cunt ached with lust. Only then would I allow my fingers to slowly stalk my swollen clit until finally my moans filled the small bedroom that I had inhabited for years, followed by louder cries, signifying the ultimate pleasure. Soon, my daytime fantasies had turned to nighttime dream, waking me in the early morning, the scent of arousal already upon my fingertips as I frantically worked them in and out of my sopping wet cunt, grinding my ass against the mattress as I satisfied my carnal lusts.
It became an obsession, after a while, but I like to think of it as a healthy one. It wasn’t something that filled my every waking thought, but certainly, it had become the object of lust in my twilight hours, replacing the small parade of celebrities I’d normally employed. No living man could hold a candle to my bronze suitor, so it was with a great sense of anticipation that I signed my name to the lease.
They’d watched her at first through the blinds, curious about the new neighbor, speculations based solely on her appearance, making a game out of it. Newly graduated from a modest university, he mused, her degree in business or law, while she thought she had the look of a writer. Finally, they settled on design, either web or graphic. One thing the both agreed on was her looks.
"Stunning." She whispered breathlessly, unaware of her hand upon her breast, massaging her stiffening nipple through the light fabric. "She looks like a Greek goddess, stepping out of time."
He merely groaned, easily guessing his wife’s thoughts, taking a moment to adjust the erection that had sprung up in his jeans, easing it until it was comfortably tenting the denim, silently watching as she unlocked the front door and disappeared from view before voicing his opinion.
"What I wouldn’t do to bend her over and fuck her up the ass until she screamed." He chuckled, moving out of range of the sharp retort of her elbow, smiling at her mock frown.
"Like you’re not thinking the same thing, Tina. I know how your mind works. Bet you’re picturing her sprawled on our bed, your face buried between her thighs, your tongue in her tight little pussy. Don’t even lie to me."
Shrugging, she graced with a fond smile, unwilling to admit how close he was to the image in her head. "I think we should let her get settled, maybe drop by later and pay her a visit, welcome her to the neighborhood."
At first, I was blissfully unaware of their surveillance, if it could be called that. Christina and George had been the ideal neighbors, helping me to settle into the pristine little community that I had become a part of, introducing me around, giving me a hand with some heavy boxes, doing their best to be friendly without seeming overbearing. I began to relax my guard a little, something developed growing up in an urban metropolis. In time I not only became comfortable with them dropping by uninvited, but grew to look forward to their visits, often inviting them out on the back porch for a glass of wine or a meal. And it wasn’t one sided, by any means. Just as often Tina would wave to me from her front door, telling me that dinner was at 6 if I was interested. I always was.
I wasn’t completely naïve, for course. At least not about George’s somewhat obvious attention to my physical charms. I am an attractive woman, one used to turning heads, a natural blonde with a well toned, tan body, who wasn’t adverse to showing it off a little, rather then hiding it behind frumpy sweaters and sweat pants. Nor was I shy about a little harmless flirtation, once I realized that Tina didn’t feel threatened by it, not that she should. A few years older then me, she was just as attractive, only where my looks were of the traditional California Barbie variety, she was more the sensual Italian beauty, her skin a rich olive, her chocolate brown hair and dark eyes giving her smoldering look. She could have been a starlet, had she decided to pursue it, or so I thought.
And then there was George. Charming, if a little rough around the edges, and outwardly a strange match for Christina, but after spending some time with them, they seemed perfectly suited for each other in ways I didn’t begin to suspect until much later.
It has started out harmlessly enough, not so innocent comments made each time they watched caught a glimpse her entering or living the house next door. His were crude, yet playful, while hers were subtly wicked, the corners of her mouth turning upwards, teasing her lips into a lusty smile, her eyes full of dark thoughts, sometimes voiced, sometimes not.
As time passed, they got to know her better, finding that she made an enjoyable companion. She was clever, with a subtly twisted sense of humor that they both enjoyed. Nor was she shy, giving as good as she got when faced with his bawdy comments and her sly flirtations. It wasn’t long before they’d become friends, although that didn’t prevent them from speculations as to what it would be like to invite her into their bedroom or, as George seemed intent upon, to bend her the dining room table and fuck her up the ass. As time went on, the obsession faded until one day, a chance glimmer of light drew Tina to their bedroom window. A dim glow reflected from the canopy of young trees on the other side of the redwood fence. Curious, she walked along it until she found a slight space between planks, putting her eye to it, astounded by the scene before her. When it was over with, she hurried silently into the house, eager to share what she’d seen with her husband. Afterwards, they’d fucked like animals, her passion wildly out of control as she rode his cock, climaxing several times before he finally filled her hot tight cunt with his cum.
I’d visited him several times before I became aware I was being watched. How long it had been going on, I have no idea. At first I was embarrassed and angry at being found out, my secret so degrading that I didn’t leave the house for several days, holing up in my bedroom, crying, my pillow clutched to my chest. Eventually, though, I found enough inner strength to show my face once more. Strangely, nothing had changed outside my four walls. I still visited with Tina and George, and we resumed our playful banter as if nothing had changed between us, even though it had. Now that I knew they’d seem me out in the garden, I began to pick up on little things, sly glances, veiled comments, subtle communications passing between them. They knew my secret and yet, it didn’t seem to matter. Or, rather, it did, only not in the way I had expected it to. Instead of shunning me, they seemed intent upon seducing me.
They were good at it, too, and I had to wonder if they’d done this before. Tina drew me into her confidences, confiding in me about her sexual experiences, opening my eyes to a side of her I’d never expected. Sexual trysts with other women were but the tip of the iceberg. Partner swapping, role playing, bondage… the more we talked, the deeper I realized her kinks ran. Of course, I never revealed my darkest secret, but then she already knew. What she didn’t know was that I knew that she knew.
I have to admit, I stopped my excursions into the garden for some time, debating on whether or not to resume my practice of sneaking out to the pool at the rear of my property and partaking in my own particular brand of debauchery. Eventually, though, the lure became too much, and I gave in. When it was over, when I had returned to the safety and privacy of my home, I made a startling discovery. The knowledge that I had been watched had heightened my pleasure, rather then diminished it. Not only had I climaxed harder then ever before, but it hadn’t ended with one or even two, orgasms and, for the first time, I hadn’t been able to keep my cries silent.
Knowing that Tina and George had heard me cum like the dirty little slut I knew, in my heart I truly was, ignited me to passionate heights I’d never imagined. Not even my wildest dreams could prepare me for the frenzy that swallowed me whole after that night. Twice a month became weekly, and that in turn became every other night. I became a slave to my cunt, unable to resist the lure of what lay at the end of flagstone path that wound through my backyard garden. Then, one day in a fight of madness, an idea wormed itself into my brain, one I knew I would regret. Ignoring the voice of reason, I mulled it over, accompanied by a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Thus, was my plan hatched.
Tina broke the seal of the envelope with one blood red nail and drew the single sheet of lavender colored stationary from within, unfolding it, her elbows upon the dining room table as she read. Her eyes went wide, and she found herself reading it a second time before the words made sense.
"George!" She called, bringing her husband from the back bedroom, eyebrows raised at her summons. Handing him the note without a word, she leaned back in her chair and watched his face, smiling at the way his jaw went slack, meeting his gaze when he’d finished.
"So… what are we going to do?" He finally asked, swallowing, his hands trembling as he handed her back the note, the erection in his pants blatantly obvious.
"Exactly what she asked, George."
That night, she let him fuck her, just as he’d wanted to do to their beautiful neighbor, bent over the table, his cock buried deep in her ass. Spent, they fell into bed, limbs tangled, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to their flesh, both their thoughts on the pair of simple lines scribed carefully on a lavender background. I know you’ve been watching. If you want to do more then watch, be at the pool tomorrow at
exactly 9pm. There are no second chances.
I’d spent the better part of the day in preparation, running through the scenario in my head over and over until I was sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. This had the not completely undesired effect of leaving me full of unquenched desire and in a state of constant arousal until I thought I might go mad if I didn’t relieve myself soon. Ignoring the feeling, I pushed on, somehow marshalling my thoughts for tonight’s misadventure, never doubting that Christina and George would show up exactly when I instructed them to. They, as well as I, were too deeply entwined for there to be any other outcome.
All of my needs were simple and simply met. Three dozen tea candles. Check. A box of matches. Check. My favorite lube. Check. In addition, after much careful thought and several sessions of finger fucking myself into a frenzy, I’d added a blindfold, easily purchased at an adult book store in town. The idea of not being able to see, to anticipate what was to come, had long been an unfulfilled fantasy.
Finally, sunset came and went and, my stomach filled with a mixture of wine and nervous butterflies, I journeyed once more into the sanctuary of my backyard, twilight turning the foliage into dark shadow as I carefully navigated the path. It was pleasantly warm, perfectly suited to my dress, or rather lack of. A gentle, cooling breeze kissed my naked flesh, teasing my nipples to attention, not that they needed much coaxing. My body seemed to be humming with desire, my senses heightened so that I could even smell my moist and fragrant cunt over the scent of lilac that still clung to me as I moved through the garden towards my goal.
Earlier, on a whim, I had bathed, luxuriating in the warm water, and afterwards, for the first time in my life, I had shaved my mound, divesting it of the light covering of golden fur. I was truly naked. It felt wonderful, the gentle wind reminding me of my wantonness as it caressed my parted folds and my tender and swollen clit, weaving between my silken thighs like an invisible tongue before teasing over my eager entrance, both heating and cooling my sopping wet sex. There was temptation, I must admit, to pause, running my fingers between my legs, standing under the open sky with my legs spread just enough to slide a pair of fingers into my drenched cunt until I was riding the edge of orgasm, keeping myself there…
I resisted, not sure if I could control myself once I started, preferring to let my pleasure build slowly, wanting my desire to be fed in more subtle ways, knowing that soon enough, I would be on the brink of a frenzied passion. At least, that was my hope. Soon, I arrived at the pool, smiling at the sight of the tea candles already waiting in a small box upon the surface of the stone lip that surrounded the clear, quiet water. Only the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and the soft trickle of water broke the solitude of the clearing. Before this moment, I had been ready to retreat if my fear proved greater then my lust and the needs of my cunt. No longer. As I set eyes upon my lover, frozen in time in the center or the pool, I knew that I could not resist. God knows I had tried in the past, but always, seeing his godlike physique, his perfect form, as only something formed from a true artist’s imagination could be, stole my breath and called to me in a way no human flesh ever could.
I recalled my first glimpse of him, how the sun had kissed his bronzed surface, remembering my amazement that he’d retained the deep golden brown, rather then turned to green. Whomever had cared for him before my arrival, had done so lovingly, a task I in turn took over, polishing him on a weekly basis, until he gleamed when the sun’s rays touched him each day. He was magnificent. Like me, he was naked. He had the body of an athlete, lean and muscular, his corded muscles in perfect relief.
He looked indolent, perched upon his grooved plinth, his thighs just parted, his curved erection pointing skyward. I had guessed that its shape would be perfect for stimulating my g-spot, something I had confirmed upon our first encounter. His slouch was almost perfect, allowing me to lean into him, gripping his shoulders as I rode him, his smooth torso cool against the heated flesh of my belly and breasts. As well, it gave my nicely rounded bottom a place to rest when I turned away from him, my hands between my legs, resting flat upon his thighs as I slowly humped him, feeling his enormous, unyielding cock split me in two. There were times, when in the throes of passion, that I imagined what it would be like to feel the bulbous head of his manhood pressing against the tight pucker of my ass, gravity doing its duty as I relaxed my arms. There would be pain, I knew that, but there would be pleasure too, as I fingered myself, impaled on his magnificent prick. As yet, I’d not dared to take that next step. Soon, though, I knew the temptation would become overwhelming.
His face was strong, his jaw chiseled and his nose noble. Beneath a perfect brow his eyes were predatory, gleaming fiercely, frozen in time as he set his sight upon some distant conquest. I wondered what his maker would think of his true conquest, the lust of a woman? I felt an eager smile slip into place on my lips. It was a secret shared by my bronze god and I. I amended that thought, remembering why I was here on this particular night. Christina knew, as did George.
I thought of them watching me from beyond the fence, unseen as I took my pleasure upon my lover’s never flagging cock, knowing that their glimpses were at best, teasing. The pool was too far away from the border between our tiny kingdoms for them to truly enjoy my performance. Tonight, that would change. Sitting on the edge of the circular pool, I began lighting candles, my hands trembling. One by one I set them adrift upon the water, circling the pond as I went, making sure they were spread out as much as possible. With night falling and the new moon in residence, these, coupled with starlight, would be the only illumination to grace the exhibition of my true depravity. Then, there was nothing to do but wait, the tube of lubrication resting beside me. 9pm would come soon enough and then, and only then, would I join my beautiful, bronzed warrior.
They’d timed it perfectly, slipping through the side gate shortly before 9, stalking through the night, a single flashlight to guide their way. Neither of them had known quite what to expect, curious as to what was to happen. Soon, a soft glow could be seen from where the pool was situated. Pausing, George turned off his light, letting the stars guide him and his wife the rest of the way.
Stepping into the small clearing, they froze, their gazes frozen upon her. Stunning, George had said upon seeing her that first day. She was that, and more, truly a goddess come to life. She rose as she saw them, the hint of a nervous smile upon a face framed by soft gold. With her back to the lit pool, it was hard to make out details other then the shape of her body, and that she was naked.
"You are so beautiful…" Tina managed, the words whispered almost reverently. She felt desire coursing through her, fighting the urge to fall to her knees and worship Jamie’s cunt with her mouth. Patience, she chided herself. They were guests and would play by her rules, remembering how the note had been worded.
"If you want to do more then watch…
George merely nodded, licking his lips as desire seeped into him, pumping hot into his groin until his cock was almost painfully swollen, sitting heavily beside the dark maned beauty, unwilling to tear his eyes from this vision, even for a moment.
"I want you to watch." Her voice was soft, husky with lust, yet shy. Motioning towards the carved stone benches, she waited, until finally Tina took her husband by the arm and sat, her hand seeking his. Squeezing his fingers firmly, unable to tear her eyes away, she watched as Jamie turned, catching a glimpse of erect nipples as she slipped into the knee deep water and waded towards the bronze man. The sound of water swishing as she moved through it seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise silent night.
I climbed carefully out of the water, feeling it sluicing from my calves, the cool liquid quelling my body heat, but only for a moment. Thoughts of what I was about to do had my temperature rising once more. I could feel George and Tina’s gaze, easily guessing at their thoughts as I gently squeezed a generous dollop of lube into my palm, discarding the tube into the water before beginning my ritual.
Reaching out, I took his perpetually stiff cock in my hands and began stroking it, noting how the candlelight created a milieu of tiny flames upon his well polished flesh. I hoped that there would be enough light to reveal the details of what I did tonight. Not just the shape of me as my lover took me, but the finer points, such as how my cunt glistened, and how swollen my nipples were upon my breasts. Mostly, I wanted them to see the way my mouth formed my cries of ecstasy as I came closer and closer to cumming for them. I removed the blindfold from around my forearm, turning towards my small audience, my hands nervously stroking the silky material
"I want you to watch, just watch…" Taking a deep breath, I searched for the words I’d so carefully rehearsed in my mind over the past hour, unsure of how they might react. I hoped I hadn’t misjudged them.
"After I cum, then you may join me. I am yours for the night, to do with as you please, as long as it within his sight." My eyes shifted as I spoke, my hand upon my lover’s cheek, giving no doubt as to whom I was referring to. In my heart, I belonged to him, something I’d only just come to terms with. I knew no one else would understand, nor did I blame them. That was simply how it was. His secret lover, his slave, his slut. I delighted in the sure knowledge that my cunt had been fashioned to serve his cock.
Concentrating on that simple truth, I lifted myself, as I had so many times before, until I was straddling his thighs, the mushroom shaped head of his greased member pressing against the entrance of my slit. I faced them, taking one last look at their faces, my cheeks growing warm. Careful not to lose my balance, I pulled the blindfold over my head, turning my world dark. I concentrated on the sensation of slippery metal against my wet pussy, the feel of it brushing the insides of my thighs, cool against the pale cheeks of my ass as I prepared myself mentally and emotionally for my journey into true hedonism.
Taking a deep breath, I relaxed, letting it go as I too, let go, my cunt gliding earthward, his magnificent thick phallus filling me. Slowly I lowered myself, not stopping until I came to a rest upon his thighs, impaled upon him, my breath laboring as my heart fought to burst from my ribcage. Whimpering with a flush of sudden desire, I began fucking him, slowly at first, wanting to make it last, knowing that I was being watched, the loss of my sight seeming to heighten the physical sensations I was feeling. With nothing to distract me, I could feel his cock pushing apart my soft folds, and they in turn closing around the head, tenderly clenching as the walls of my canal were forced gently open upon its journey to my womb. Softly moaning, pausing upon that point of comfort and pleasure, sucking my lip between my teeth as it sank deeper, knowing for a brief moment that initial stab of worry as he split me in two, wondering if I could take all of him, knowing from past experience that I could.
I felt myself leaking over his length, the flood gates of desire slowly opening, the honeyed tang of my cunt trickling past my velvet lips to coat my pale inner thighs as well as the solid bronze of his flesh. I rejoiced as I felt him pressing against me, knowing that I’d taken him completely in and survived once more. Gasping with relief, a sound that became a lusty moan, I released him, a passionate heat born in my groin spreading quickly though me.
My breasts ached, as much an emotional sensation as a physical one. I longed for him to come to life, just once, and stroke my full globes and brush his fingers over my swollen nipples, tugging them gently, or twisting them cruelly. Either would have sent me into a haze of euphoria. Even the feel of fingers stroking through my pale gold tresses would have sent me to the Promised Land, not that I dwelled on it over long. Instead, I reminded myself that I was not alone. Not twleve feet from where I reveled in my depravity, George and Tina watched. I moaned with feral lust at the thought, my body trembling gently with sexual energy. Sucking air into my lungs, I kept going, driving him into my humid cunt, lifting my hips until I could feel the merest kiss of the tip of his cock, then letting him sink deep within me again. And again. And again.
I felt it in my toes, that loss of control, my limbs taking a life of their own as I began to pound away at him, concerned about one thing only. I wanted to cum. I could feel it coming, filling my womb, my cunt, my belly, thighs and breasts, likes some mythical beast being born within me. I tried my best to contain it, to tame it and make it last, at least at first. Soon, I forgot why I might want to prolong this agony of pleasure and, soon after that, I exploded with a gasp that bled into impassioned screams, my entire body convulsing with his cock sunk deep inside of me, grasping for a handhold as I came for him.
They watched, spellbound at the show she put on. What they had seen before had been frustrating glimpses of her fucking the statue. Here, with the fleet of soft lights playing over her exposed flesh, they were enraptured. Soon, George had his jeans unbuttoned and was slowly stroking his cock, his hand twisting slowly around its length. Soon after, Tina reached over, taking over for him, her palms silky smooth as she played expertly with him, her other hand teasing over her lace thong, the hem of her skirt riding high on her thighs.
She watched, wondering what it would be like to feel a metal prick sinking into her own pussy, hard and unyielding like flesh and blood could never be, perpetually erect. Smiling, she watched as Jamie drew herself up again and again, fucking the bronze warrior with wanton abandon while she and George bore silent witness, teasing themselves slowly. Finally, she let out an animal like cry, her body jerking, visible spasms rolling through her until, finally, she let out a pitiful whimper and collapsed, still impaled on the metal monster.
Tina turned to her husband, not surprised to find his gaze fixed on Jamie’s ripe body, his hand over hers as she stroked him, urging her to quicken her pace.
"Slow down." She whispered, pulling his attention towards her, her own breath ragged with lust. "Slow down, baby." She repeated, pushing his hand away from his member. "We honored her request. Now it’s our turn."
Smiling, her gaze focusing on his, she stood, pushing her skirt over her thighs, her fingers still trembling, using his shoulder to steady herself. Only then did he stand as well, his cock springing forth from his fly like a hungry monster, homing in on the naked goddess in the pool. He turned, brushing his swollen head against her belly as he framed her face in his hands, his kiss deep and lingering, dominating her mouth with his tongue, fanning the fires within her. Finally, he freed her, both of them breathless, hands searching each other out. Then, fingers clasped together, they advanced, the only concession to the water, the quick removal of socks and shoes. Barefoot, eyes glinting with dark desires, they followed Jamie’s footsteps, stepping into the cool waters of the pool.
I heard the soft splashes of their steps, lifting my chin with a soft groan, forgetting for a moment that I was blind. Focusing as best I could on the sound, I stared sightless across the water, wondering if I should remove the blindfold, deciding in the end, that it was not my decision to make. I had made a promise, not only to George and Christina, but to myself as well. As long as I was in sight of my bronze lover, they could use me as they wished. Fear wrapped its hand around my heart, squeezing it tightly as the sound of displaced water grew nearer the sanctuary of my small island. It stopped, then, and time seemed stand still for an eternity as I stared into the black silk covering my eyes, feeling vulnerable and small.
"Tina?" I whispered, receiving no response. At least not at first. I jumped at the first brush of contact, my hips lifting me momentarily upwards, then slamming me down onto his cock again with a grunt of pain. I thought of trying to escape, but I was still weak and feeling disoriented. They had me trapped, impaled on his monstrous cock.
"It’s alright, baby." Tina’s voice, sweet and feminine, tempered with carnal urges. "Thank you. That was…"
"Incredible." George finished her sentence for her. I never knew so much raw hunger could be contained within four syllables. "God, that was just…."
I managed a smile, still feeling disjointed by my loss of sight, as well as the amazing orgasm I’d just experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over my warrior’s thighs, imaging for a moment that it was his seed I felt gushing slowly from my saturated pussy. "I’m glad you finally got a chance to see…"
My words petered off, unsure of what to say next, or what I was feeling. Satisfied, yes. Embarrassed and fearful, certainly. Aroused and excited, most definitely. "I meant what I said. Let me be your slut, just for this one night. Please?"
I heard warmth in Tina’s soft laughter, and something else, something wicked. It was easy to picture the quirk of her lips, the lusty gleam in her eyes as she regarded me, posed as I was upon the my lover’s phallus. A shiver thrilled through me as fingers brushed my knees. I felt them travelling upward, teasing the intimacy of my inner thighs, coming to a rest a mere hairsbreadth from my pouting, cock filled, cunt.
"We’re going to leave you, now, and let you think about your offer."
I whimpered, suddenly more frightened that they might not ravish me like the slut I suddenly wanted to be, then that they would.
"This time it’s my turn to make the rules." Tina again, although I could still hear the sound of George’s rough breathing, gasping again as a pair of callused fingertips began stroking along my mons, pressing along the length still inside of me, making it hard to even think, let alone voice a protest.
"This time, if you still want to be our slut, you’ll be here tomorrow evening at exactly 9 o’clock, dressed exactly are you are now. Think about it. As you said, there are no second chances, Jamie. Have a nice night."
I felt like crying as their touches were withdrawn, listening, the sound of their steps disturbing the water halting as they stepped out of the pool. Think about it, Tina had said. I was thankful that she’d not requested an immediate answer. In my current state, I would have acquiesced to any demands she might have put forth, possibly to my eventual regret. As it was, I had less then 24 hours to consider what I had just set into motion. Groaning softly I removed my blindfold, letting it drop into the still waters before freeing myself from my lover, savoring the feel of his thick member as I slid free with a soft, squishy slurp. I longed for a bath, knowing that I would be sore later, more of an abstract thought then a real concern. Instead, I mulled Christina’s offer over, carefully extinguishing all the lights until I was surrounded by the night, soft starlight my only companion as I made my way back to the safety of my home.
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