Angel In The Moonlight – A Story Revealing Weird Lust
Angel In The Moonlight
High in the misty highlands of Nantou County, the Shanlinxi Nature Area is a place where clouds wrap around the trees like scarves and waterfalls sing through ancient stone there is an angel in the moonlight. Located just two hours from Taichung, it offers forest paths, hanging bridges, and the sound of Blue Dragon Waterfall echoing in the distance. That afternoon, the air smelled faintly of damp leaves and cool soil, the fog rolling in low across the forest floor as if warning visitors to return to safety.
Lost in the Forest
Angel had come for the photos. She wasn’t dressed for anything else—just a light jacket, leggings, and camera gear slung over her shoulder. She had been trailing a small troop of monkeys, drawn in by the flicker of fur and the flash of movement in the undergrowth. She left the path without thinking, stepping carefully between tangled roots and mossy stones. But the forest was thicker here, and the monkeys had long since vanished. Now she was alone.
The trees loomed taller, and the forest deeper. Angel’s heart pounded with every step.
“Just five more minutes,” she whispered to herself, scanning left and right for some sign of the track.
But there was nothing. Just fog. And trees. And silence.
Panic Sets In
As the light faded and the first chill of evening brushed her skin, Angel stopped walking. She had been wandering in circles—she was sure of it now. The sun had dipped behind the ridges, and what little warmth remained was bleeding from the air.
Her eyes welled with tears. She clenched her fists, berating herself silently for ignoring the signs:
Stay on the Path. Do Not Wander Alone. Beware of Sudden Weather.
She dropped to the base of a towering Cypress, its bark cool and deeply grooved, like folded hands in prayer. It must’ve stood there for centuries. She pressed her back against it, suddenly aware of how cold her clothes had become.
Pulling out her phone, she saw the worst: one bar of signal. The moment she tried to dial, the screen froze. Battery flashing red. Then black. Dead.
“Damn it!” she hissed, her voice cracking.
A Cry for Help
“HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!” she cried out, the sound vanishing into the trees. Her voice echoed once—twice—and then was swallowed by the fog.
And then… a pause.
“Hello!” came a voice, low and smooth, somewhere above her.
Angel froze. It wasn’t the wind.
“Hello, lady!” the voice came again, slightly amused, and definitely up.
She tilted her head and squinted toward the branches above. The thick green mist made it hard to see, but then she caught sight of him: a man, high up in the cypress canopy, crouched casually on a branch like he belonged there.
A Glimmer of Hope
She blinked. “Hello?” she called up, voice trembling. “Please—thank God. I’m lost!”
“I figured,” he answered, already climbing down with practiced ease. “You’re not the first city girl to chase monkeys off the track.”
He dropped lightly to the forest floor, camera swinging on a strap from his neck. His presence was striking—tall, at least two meters, with broad shoulders and dark skin that contrasted against the pale fog. His voice had a calm, rolling rhythm—American, definitely.
“I’m Jack Spencer,” he said, offering a hand with a gentle smile. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”
Angel stared up at him, stunned by his height and presence. She accepted the hand with a laugh of relief, her fear melting away just a little.
“You’re not… real, are you?” she joked nervously.
Jack chuckled. “Depends who you ask.”
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Encounter with Jack
Angel tilted her head to meet his gaze. His eyes, a warm, earthy brown, seemed to glow softly in the dusky light. His shaved head reflected the last remnants of daylight through the trees. He stood at least two meters tall, with broad shoulders and arms that filled out the sleeves of his dark sweatshirt. His cargo pants hung low on his hips, and his body radiated power, the kind earned through years of carrying equipment through wild terrain.
She caught herself staring at the bulge between his legs. For a brief moment, she wondered if the stories she’d heard about African men were true—stories whispered in hushed tones among her friends. Her cheeks flushed red as she glanced away, realizing he’d noticed. Jack gave a small, knowing smile. She giggled awkwardly, feeling like a teenager again.
A wave of caution passed through her. He was a foreigner, and they were alone. Should she follow him? Could she trust him? But she also knew—without him, she’d still be sitting under that cypress tree, cold and panicked.
An Introduction
“So,” Jack said, breaking the silence, “do you speak English?”
“Yes,” she replied, relief washing over her. “I teach English, actually. My name is Angel. I… I got lost.”
Jack nodded calmly. “Don’t worry, Angel. I know these trails well. I’ll walk you back. But what were you doing off the track? Didn’t you see the warning signs?”
Angel winced, brushing hair out of her face. “I did… I’m sorry. I saw monkeys. I followed them without thinking.”
Jack laughed—a deep, comforting sound that bounced between the trees. “The monkeys will do that to you. Little troublemakers. That’s why I was in the trees, actually. I photograph them. I’m a nature photographer. They’re cheeky bastards but make great subjects. Especially in evening light.”
Walking Through the Forest
They began walking at a steady pace. The forest was hushed, with just the distant call of birds and the whir of insects. The fog was thinner now, but the moon had begun its climb, casting faint silver light through the cypress canopy. Jack wordlessly pulled a jacket from his pack and draped it over Angel’s shoulders. It smelled faintly of pine and campfire.
She looked up at him, suddenly aware of the quiet confidence he carried. He didn’t say much at first—but there was presence in his silence.
Curious, she asked, “Jack… your photos… how do you… I mean, what do you shoot?”
He stopped and turned to her, eyes locked. “Animals. Landscapes. People—especially beautiful women in beautiful places.”
His voice was low and direct. Angel felt heat rise in her cheeks.
An Invitation
Jack glanced at the sky. “Look,” he said, pointing. “The moon is sneaking out through the clouds. Give it another hour, and it’ll be perfect light.”
“Perfect for what?” she asked cautiously.
“A photo. Of you. In the moonlight. I know a spot—just over that ridge. Clean rocks, open sky, the moon high above. No tricks. Just beauty—your beauty—and the night.”
She hesitated. She had always been modest, but something in his tone stirred her. There was no sleaze in it. Just appreciation, like an artist admiring a canvas. Still, the thought of being seen—admired—through the lens of this striking man stirred something she wasn’t ready to admit aloud.
Jack stepped closer. “Angel,” he said, gently reaching for her hand. “Nothing inappropriate. Just the moonlight on your skin and shadows in your hair. You’d look… perfect.”
Building Trust
It was crazy. She barely knew him. But her instincts weren’t screaming. They were quiet. Still. As if something about this man had been familiar all along.
He hadn’t made any move, hadn’t crossed a line. He could have, but didn’t. That told her something.
She found herself nodding slowly. “Okay,” she said softly. “Show me the place.”
Opening Up
As they walked through the woods, his voice filled the silence—rich and sure. He spoke of his childhood in New York, about his grandmother who taught him to photograph with an old Canon, about falling in love with the forests of Asia.
She listened, mesmerized. For a man she thought was quiet, he had layers. And nothing he said was filler. He spoke only when he had something to say, and everything felt real. Unfiltered.
By the time they reached a clearing, Angel found herself laughing freely. The fear and tension from earlier were gone. And with each step beside Jack, she felt something stirring—something she hadn’t expected to find that day.
Maybe she hadn’t just been found. Maybe she had been led here.
Timeless Walk Through the Forest
“We’re here,” Jack said calmly.
Angel stopped. “What? I thought you said it was a two-hour walk!”
Jack gave her a soft smile. “Angel… it’s been more than two hours.”
She blinked in disbelief. The forest trail had passed like a dream. The shifting moonlight, his voice, the rhythm of their footsteps—it had all blurred into something outside of time. Her mouth opened to speak but closed again.
“I… I didn’t realise. I must have lost all sense of time.” She turned to face him. “Jack, thank you. Really. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t found me.”
Jack nodded, the moon catching the edges of his cheekbone. “You’re welcome. But I should be the one thanking you. You trusted me. Letting someone photograph you like this—it means something.”
He paused. “Your boyfriend must be worried by now though?”
Angel dropped her gaze. “I broke up with him today. That’s why I came here. I needed space. I needed to be alone… and maybe I needed to be found.” She glanced up. “Meeting you made it clear—I made the right decision. Some people just have a presence. A kindness. And others… don’t.”
Jack looked at her thoughtfully. “Sad for him. Lucky for me.” His voice softened. “Fate, maybe. Or something bigger.”
A Secret Clearing Revealed
He stopped near a grove where the trees parted like curtains on a hidden stage. Ahead lay smooth boulders, pale and worn by time. Between them, a crystal-clear pool shimmered like black glass, its surface reflecting the full golden moon overhead.
A faint waterfall could be heard in the distance, gentle and constant. The air was still, but the sound of chirping insects filled the forest like an invisible orchestra. Thin threads of mist curled around the trees, clinging to the bark and drifting lazily over the ground. The moonlight bent around every leaf, transforming the grove into something almost sacred.
Angel looked around in awe. The trees appeared taller here, their branches arching overhead like an ancient temple roof. Silver-green shadows stretched across the water, and everything felt alive.
Slipping into the Moment
Angel stepped forward and tugged off her shoes. “The water’s too perfect. We should at least dip our feet in before work, don’t you think?” She gave a nervous smile. “I mean, if we have time.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “You’re crazy. It’s freezing.” He laughed. “But yeah. I’ve got a towel in my bag. Let’s do it.”
He kicked off his boots, and they made their way to the water’s edge. The first touch of water sent a jolt through her ankles—it was sharp, cold, and incredibly fresh. Angel gasped and laughed at the same time. The moonlight painted the water silver as it lapped at their toes.
The Suggestion
Jack looked at her with a teasing smirk. “You know what would make this moment perfect?” His voice dropped slightly, the timbre husky. “We should just dive in. The whole way.”
Angel froze for a second. His tone wasn’t pushy—it was playful, warm, and oddly respectful. But the suggestion hung in the air, electric and impossible to ignore.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Silently, he stripped off his sweatshirt and tossed it behind him. His torso was defined like a sculpture—each muscle cleanly cut under dark skin that gleamed under the moon.
Then came the sound. The soft, slow rasp of his zipper.
Angel turned away quickly, but not before she caught a glimpse—just enough. He stepped down to his boxers, which clung to him in the moonlight like a second skin. She could see… everything. Her cheeks flushed with heat.
Shedding Restraint
Her hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse. Each button felt smaller and more stubborn than the last. She slipped out of it with a breath and then eased down her jeans, revealing white lace panties and a matching bra. The fabric clung to her skin like dew on flower petals.
Jack’s eyes lingered on her, appreciative but silent.
He gave a playful shout and leapt into the water, disappearing with a splash that sent ripples dancing across the surface.
“Come in!” he called. His voice echoed through the trees, rich and inviting.
Stepping into Freedom
Angel stood still for a moment. The wind brushed across her skin. Her chest rose and fell as her nerves twisted into something else—excitement, anticipation, and power.
She wasn’t a student. She wasn’t someone’s girlfriend. She wasn’t stuck in a life she hadn’t chosen. Here in the forest, under a sacred sky, she was just Angel. And for once, she could do exactly what she wanted.
With steady steps, she walked into the water. The cold clung to her skin, but she didn’t care. Moonlight danced across her arms and shoulders. Behind her, mist rolled low over the rocks like a living veil.
She was free.
Moonlit Enchantment
Jack watched her walk towards him. Her body was bathed in silver light, her straight black hair hung down her back in a silk curtain. She was a fantasy come to life, this mysterious oriental woman he had met just a few short hours ago. Time stopped, the night went darker around them, and they felt like the only two people existing in the world. She was a Taiwan angel come to life. She almost seemed to float towards him, the water barely moved.
Jack watched her dive into the water and swim towards him. His heart was in his chest, his body aching, and his cock becoming erect. He wanted to touch her. He longed to feel the smooth, delicate porcelain skin and the beauty of her body. He yearned to taste the softness of her lips. She swam to him slowly, every stroke perfect. Her delicate arms dipped into the water, and her slim legs floated behind her. She was a water nymph.
First Connection
“You are so beautiful in the moonlight,” Jack said softly, his voice a whisper.
Angel smiled shyly, “The water is wonderful.”
He said, “Yes, it is.”
She said, “I feel so free.”
He said, “So do I.” Jack answered, leaning closer to her. “I had a dream I would meet a beautiful Asian woman on my travels.”
Angel looked up at his handsome face and saw him smiling at her. She returned his smile and felt free and fearless. She leaned forward, closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest and felt his heart beating. He placed his hands over hers.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” she said.
“It only beats for you,” Jack answered, slipping his arms around her.
Embrace in the Moonlight
They were so close that Angel could feel his breath on her skin. She could feel the stubble of his two-day growth graze her face. He kissed her neck, his lips warm on her skin. Her every nerve tingled, and the world around her spun. Moonlight and water washed over them. They clung to each other as the insects buzzed around them, lips meeting lips, and tasting the sweet freedom of a stranger’s love. He was gentle and kind and told her again how beautiful she was. Jack spun her through the water, pulling her body against his. This was going to be Angel’s most erotic Taiwan story ever.
“You are so handsome and strong,” Angel said, stroking his cheek and kissing his neck.
Sensual Realization
His muscular body was so hard. Angel couldn’t help but compare him to her ex-boyfriend, Chen. Chen was skinny and had no muscles at all. The way he moved and spoke was always erratic, making her feel nervous. This man was strong and gentle and made her feel so delicate and small. In his arms, she felt more powerful and weak at the same time.
“I think we should take the pictures now,” Jack said, kissing her softly.
Angel was disappointed that he wanted to leave the water and take pictures. Surely, it was enough to spend such wonderful time together. Jack walked out and got his cameras ready.
Preparing for the Photoshoot
“Where do you want me?” Angel asked.
Jack chuckled, “Why everywhere, of course. But for now, can you stand in the water and look up at the moon?”
Angel nodded, “I am in my underwear. What do you want me to wear?”
Jack said, “If you wouldn’t mind taking them off.”
Angel felt shy, but she could not deny him, and she wanted him so bad now. She took off her bra first, revealing a pair that would grace the cover of the illustrated Kama Sutra with pride. The nipples were pointed and erect, and with the cold water dripping off them, Jack just wanted to envelop them in his hands to warm them up. He wanted to take those areolas deep in his mouth, sucking them until she would squirm in ecstasy.
As she slowly slipped down her panties, she revealed her almost hairless fanny. It always bewildered him how most oriental women were so silky and smooth. He just wanted to touch her, to be with her.
Capturing the Moment
Jack said, “Can you lie down in the water, please?” He walked to her and moved her arms and legs, getting her into a more relaxed and erotic position. He picked up his camera and aimed it at her. Angel felt quite shy and turned her head away.
Moonlit Photoshoot
“Relax, honey, you are beautiful. The moonlight is beautiful. You are a goddess. Your body is amazing. You should see the shots that I am getting.”
Jack smiled at her, and her confidence grew.
“Yes, gorgeous, just like that. Now look at me. Better. Now turn around. Yes. Lean forward. A little more. Now look back at me. Look naughty. Like you’ve just been surprised.”
Angel felt even more confident.
“You’re a natural, Angel. Have you ever thought of doing any modeling work? You could make a fortune. That hot body. You are a waste as a teacher, you could be making so much money. You are so hot. Yeah, baby. Give me sexy!”
Sex Machine Story
Posing with Confidence
Angel pouted her lips, put her hands on her hips, got up, strutted, turned, and blew kisses at Jack. Her wet body glistened in the moonlight as she placed her hands over her breasts.
“Oh my God, that’s the shot, more like that, you are so hot!”
Jack moved her onto the rocks and helped her up one of the boulders.
“You are so sexy, the light is amazing. I want you to look up at the moon and show me your inner moon goddess. You are the night. You are the moon. You are all woman. You are so hot.”
Jack guided her on how to pose and what to do with her hair. The shots were amazing, possibly the best he had ever taken. He knew they would sell fast and make him a lot of money. He took some more shots by the trees.
Feeling the Chill
Angel said, “I’m starting to feel a little cold.” Goosebumps ran up and down her flesh. She was thirsty too. Somehow, in all the excitement, she hadn’t thought about her stomach, but now she was cold, hungry, and a little tired.
Jack said, “I am so sorry, Angel. I was so carried away with your beauty that I did not even think about how you were feeling.”
She said, “I think I am feeling in love with you a little bit. You are my erotic story.”
Jack laughed that deep and hearty laugh of his, and she knew that she had fallen hard for this man.
Under the Tree
He said, “Believe it or not, it is almost dawn. Why don’t we lay underneath the tree and use our body heat to warm us up. Let’s put some clothes on first.”
Angel was a bit disappointed as she was so hot for Jack Spencer and was hoping that their erotic encounter would end up in heated passion. However, she felt extremely exhausted, and it would be so much better when they woke. They put their clothes on, and Angel was enveloped by Jack’s strong arms. As the last of the moonlight washed over their bodies, she fell into a deep sleep.
The Morning After
Angel woke to the faint sound of shouting in the distance.
“Hello! Hello! Miss—are you alright?”
Voices were cutting through the morning mist. The cool forest light filtered through the canopy, soft and grey, and she sat up slowly. Her skin was cold, damp from dew and lake water, her lace underwear clinging to her like a second skin. The boulder she’d fallen asleep on had left shallow imprints on her thighs. She blinked, adjusting to the soft light.
Jack was gone.
No camera. No footprints. No laughter.
Two men emerged from the trees, wearing dark green park ranger uniforms, with padded vests and radios strapped to their shoulders. One was older, perhaps mid-fifties, with deep crow’s feet at the edges of his eyes. The other was younger, with a wide face and nervous energy. Their boots squelched in the moss as they jogged to her, relief painted across their faces.
“Miss, are you okay?” the older one asked gently. “Can you stand?”
Angel nodded slowly, though her body felt like lead. “Where is Jack?” she asked. “Jack Spencer. He was with me.”
The rangers stopped cold.
The younger one looked at the older ranger, brows knitting together. “Jack Spencer?” he echoed.
“Yes,” she said firmly, getting to her feet, unsteady but alert. “Tall African-American man, shaved head, muscular build. He said he was from New York. He rescued me last night and stayed with me.”
The older ranger shook his head slowly, his expression hard to read—half concern, half disbelief. “Miss, you mustn’t joke about things like that,” he said.
Angel stared at him. “I’m not joking. He talked to me. He gave me his coat. He took pictures of me. He was real.”
The younger ranger took a step forward, his tone cautious. “Miss, Jack Spencer was a wildlife photographer. He… he died here almost ten years ago. He fell from one of the ancient cypress trees while photographing monkeys. He broke his neck. It was all over the papers.”
Angel opened her mouth, but no words came. The world shifted beneath her feet. A deep chill ran from the base of her spine to the top of her skull, sharper than the morning air. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, but it wasn’t from cold—it was the kind of shiver that goes straight into the bones.
She tried to protest again but faltered.
Her memories were so vivid—his voice, his scent, the warmth of his arms around her. The way his camera lens clicked. The way her body had responded to him. How could that be gone?
The younger ranger touched her shoulder gently. “You might be dehydrated, or in shock. We should get you back.”
She nodded, swallowing down the rising tide of disbelief. Her lips trembled, and she blinked hard. “He was there,” she whispered. “He was real.”
“We believe you,” the older ranger said softly. “Strange things happen in these woods.”
Medical Help and Departure
They wrapped her in a thick blanket from one of their packs and offered her water and a chocolate bar. She was shivering but not injured. Her body ached—not with pain, but with an overwhelming sense of loss. They helped her dress, avoiding eye contact when she mentioned Jack again. She walked between them, her legs weak, as they led her down a path she hadn’t seen before. The morning fog curled around the trees like smoke, and somewhere in the distance, the Blue Dragon Waterfall roared like an old engine.
A park vehicle was waiting at the ranger’s station, and they drove her back to the main entrance. She barely spoke. Her mind kept replaying the night—the water, the laughter, the way Jack had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
And now… nothing.
Years Later – The Whisper of Memory
Angel returned to Shanlinxi two years later. She was older now, wiser, her heart a little heavier—but the moment she stepped onto the path lined with cypress trees, the air felt different. Not colder, but charged, like an old radio signal playing a distant song you almost remember.
She made her way to the same pool by the rocks.
The water still shimmered like glass. The moon was full again.
She sat down, hands resting on her knees, and stared at the surface. There was no voice in the trees, no shadow in the mist. Just silence.
And then, from somewhere deep in the forest, a single camera click echoed—faint, distant, but unmistakable.
She turned, but no one was there.
A soft breeze lifted her hair.
It didn’t frighten her.
Instead, she smiled.
“I remember you, Jack.”
She placed a small white flower on the boulder where she had once posed in the moonlight and stood quietly for a moment, letting the forest fold her into its quiet embrace.
Then she turned and walked away, the trees closing gently behind her.
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