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The bloodless Vampire
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The bloodless Vampire The Bloodless Vampire by Serina T. Dear Diary, It was getting close to dawn and I still haven't met a woman I want to partake of. I've been searching since sundown, and I'm getting very hungry. Last nights sucking had been interrupted by two somebody’s doing what we wanted to do. We had met at the 31 coffee shop, you know, 24/7= 31, located on campus, and hit it off very well, as always. She's an aspiring actress and I told her I was a transfer student, there to observe the drama department, to learn why it was so successful in graduating so many people who go on to be famous. She fell for my acting , and was doing her best to impress me with her talent. As we got to know each other I ordered a second cup of cafe mocha, And after having a sip, exclaimed, it tasted funny, and would she mind having a taste to see if it was OK to her. She took my cup and, of her own free will, drank of it. This mixed my DNA with hers, and soon she'll be accepting my advances. It looked as though there were only a few years different in our ages. She was a young and nubile, twenty-one year old, while I was a young handsome, four hundred and fifteen year young stud. She wasn't the model type, but was attractive in a rugged sort of way. After a few minutes of meaningless chatter, I told her that I'm an amateur palm reader, and reached across the table to take her hand. She, once again, of her own free will, extended her hand palm up to me, more exchange of body fluids. It was still hot and humid at 11:35 at night, and despite the fans in the shop, our hands were sweaty. She began relinquishing herself to me, as my sweat merged with hers. I told her of her future, and how millions of fans will someday love her. She hung on my every word, until the reading was over. Then she asked me if I'd like to walk to the drama department building, and she'd show me the stage and dressing room. I could tell, just by holding her hand, her breathing and heart rate were speeding up. Her body temperature was rising too, and she was getting so very horny. She's progressing as they all have, when they share body fluids with one of us. That little aspect of us makes my job so much easier. It's like a narcotic to them, one they don't know they're taking, but they enjoy it without question. Then once we kiss, and share tongues, she'll be addicted to me, and offer herself to me. I can hardly wait. She had her own key to the door of the drama building, we entered and started walking toward the stage in the almost pitch darkness. I could see as though all the house lights were on. She knew her way around pretty well, in the dark. It was on our way to the stage, she released her grip on my hand, pulled her tucked in blouse out of her skirt, and unbuttoned it. She didn't realize I could see every move she made, as she told me she had a surprise for me when we get to the directors podium. We made our way to the podium, and to the little desk type light atop it. On the way, I could feel my sexual needs getting stronger and stronger. I could smell and taste the sexual energy extruding from her. She smelled tasty, I want her now, but it's better if I wait. She turned on the light, just as I began to open my mouth wide to... She turned around and faced me as her blouse fell to the floor, and her bare breasts with perky nipples, stared at my eyes. She told me she was ready to have sex with me. This was it, time to dine on her. I pulled her close to me and began pulling her skirt up to her waist, when car lights shined in the windows, as a car passed by. I decided we should take our encounter into the dressing room, where we could be more comfortable, and continue there. But not before we shared a deep long kiss, with each others tongues flicking inside the others mouth. By the time we got to our destination she was so worked up I couldn't contain her. Our body fluids or DNA does that to humans of the opposite sex. They develop an uncontrollable desire to please the sexual predator. To be continued............ good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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You should do a little feedback every now and then.  ~  ~
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One more word and I'll bite your neck. ~ ~
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10/16/2011 6:37 am |
& then ????????
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10/16/2011 1:54 am |
Sorry it took so long dear. Good work. You will do well {=}
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looking forward to the next part, keep up the good work!
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