| Scenes from the Alien Gaze |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Wednesday, 02 April 2008 | |
 By Lisa Jain Thompson Scene 1
The woman awakes in what appears to be her bedroom. She checks the alarm clock and determines that it is still the middle of the night. We see her moving restlessly in bed unable to sleep. She is loosely covered by her sheet and, after a time, pushes the sheet aside and we see that she is naked. She appears to be young, no more than eighteen or nineteen, and slightly underweight. She pauses briefly before her hand slides down over her hip to search between her thighs. As she parts herself, we see her test her wetness and bring her hand back to smell her musky scent. Her lips wrap around her finger, tasting her desire. Slips back to sleep, finger still in mouth.
Scene 2
We are looking at the woman through what appears to be a window. As we pull back we realize that there is a person looking with us at what must be wall size high definition television. The woman's room, if it is her room, has obviously been equipped with a surveillance system. The woman wakes. The person who is with us grows more intent as the woman strokes herself vigorously. One, two, then three fingers slip inside her. She moans loudly as her hips arch into her hand. The person watching remains calm but our breath becomes more rapid as the woman pushes against her hand and a wave of pleasure flows over her. We hear her gasps and our excitement builds with hers
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Scene 3
The woman looks at the camera, focuses. "I know you're watching. You're always watching." She glares defiantly as her hand moves inside her unbuttoned blouse to touch her left breast. "I got off. Did you?" She touches her other breast and moves away.
Scene 4
The person continues to watch, unable to turn a way. A hand moves unconsciously to the genitals and the person begins to masturbate. Jump cut to the woman, turning back to the camera, putting on here tee-shirt. "I need to know who you are. I can't continue this way." Her nipples are very visibly erect. Back to the person. Masturbation stops. The person shrugs and presses a button. We see a door open at one end of the woman's bedroom. She looks at the camera, then at the door, then back at the camera. "I thought you liked to watch." The button is pressed again. The door shuts.
Scene 5
The woman walks to where the door is and tries to open it. She fails, tries and fails again, and turns towards the camera. "Are you watching all the time or are you recording everything?" She takes a sip of water from the glass on her night table. "I bet you fast forward to the good spots, don't you? Bet you come faster than I do." She puts the glass down, walks directly over to where the camera is located. "What's the point? Can't you just rewind the old recordings and look at them again? Why must it always be something new?" The woman removes her tee shirt and lets it drop to floor. She moves to the bed, lies down, and begins to touch her breasts. "Would you like me to scream louder for you this time?"
Scene 6
The viewing screen silhouettes the person watching. We move nearer to observe the woman more closely until the watcher is out of our line of vision and we have an unobstructed view of what the woman is about to do. Wetting her finger with her mouth, she draws moist circles around her nipples, first the left nipple then reversing to the right, teasing them into full alertness. She holds her breasts within her hands, squeezing them gently and pinching the erect nipples. A soft moan escapes her throat as her right hand slides over her stomach, lingering at her navel before coming to rest at her inside thigh. Her hand continues to explore her warmth as her pulse begins to quicken. She plays a finger over her clit causing blood to engorge it. She sighs and continues, uncaring of who may be watching. Her left hand follows the right down her pelvic bone to spread her lips still farther. Her fingers move deeper inside her until she filled by all but the thumb and little finger. She moans more loudly and begins to find her rhythm. Slowly at first and then more rapidly until her breath is ragged and her voice echoes incoherently off the walls. She screams, she peaks, she screams again. Her body shudders as her muscles contract around her hand. She continues until her fingers are soaked with her juices and her body has exhausted her desire. She moans softly, leaving her fingers within herself as she begins to drift into sleep. She pulls the sheets back over her and a low whisper escapes her lips. "Satisfied?" At the screen, the watcher hits the replay button.
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| Last Updated ( Wednesday, 02 April 2008 ) |