We all have desires; they make us human. We reflect on past moments where we held back taking action because of your fears and insecurities. I like to look back at these moments; I like to explore what could have been or almost was. There is no better story teller than YOU. I often try to explore your own curiosities, desires and limits to bring out a greater reality for you. So I write from the second person point of view (your own point of view) to bring you into the story as if you're reliving it; without those fears and insecurities that stopped you in the first place.
This is my favorite mix of a great song. Gotye’s “Somebody That I Use to Know” mixed with Rihanna’s “We Found Love”.
The sun lightly caressed your skin. It was breezy. It was the afternoon at the height of spring. Your train was entering into Union Station and you grew exited at the thought of seeing your cherished friend, Amanda. You were coming into the city to celebrate an important occasion in Amanda’s life. You had no intention on missing this moment. You picked up your luggage and stepped off the train, flowing into the crowd. You make your way up the steps and see her familiar face.
“Veronica!”, she yells from far away. She’s jumping up and down, waving her hands in the air to grab your attention. She’s beautiful, with long red flowing hair. Her long dress flows as she walks towards you in her flower saddles and a bow in her hair. She’s spirited and passionate.
“Amanda!” you yell, waving your hand in the air back. You walk quickly towards you dragging your luggage along. As you finally approach you greet her with a tight hug. You congratulate her for her special day.
As you both start walking to the subway station, you share stories of your journey. Amanda shortly takes over the conversation.
“I have special plans for us, tonight!” Amanda says excitedly, “We’re going to a speakeasy I heard about.” You nod your head in agreement and smile back. “We just need to get to my place so we can put your luggage away, clean up, and change into our outfits.” Finally arriving at her place, she continues to give details of the nights events as you make your way up the stairs. The idea of a night on the town, in your sexy heels, and make up sounds like an appealing change of scenery than what you’re use to in the south. This night would be memorable.
It was getting dark. The sun was starting to set as you both made your way to the entrance doorway. It looks closed. Not only closed but locked and abandoned. You noticed Amanda was a little disappointed while she started to ring the door bell. The steel gates were down and there was no sign of maintenance from the outside. After the third the third ring, a door opened to the side and the hostess signals both of you to come in.
“All part of the decor,” she explains, letting you both inside. What an interesting place, you thought to yourself. “Welcome, do you have a reservation?” she asks. You give her my name and learned that I had already arrived awaiting patiently in the back. I was way in the back, through the dark. The walls are painted a dark cherry, with a 1930s themed brass decor. You pass many candles as you make your way to my corner. I greet Amanda with a hug and a kiss, congratulating her for her special day.
“Hello!”, I said to you looking into your eyes with a bright smile. I approach you and give you a warm hug as if we had known each other for years. “I’m so glad you made it.” You relax and get settled in as you took your seat.
The night continues with drink after drink of the incredible intoxicating liquid of the gods. Every glass comes out more beautiful and colorful than the next. We start to talk about everything from life, to politics, to our own sex lives, which brings you to reveal some of your own desires and interests. Amanda would smile shyly but lets the conversation go forward. I was very interested to hear about your desires and at one point reveal my interest in writing. It was a form to vent my own frustrations from time to time, when desires were beyond reach. You laugh and laugh at my oddity… until I bring out my notepad filled with some of my writings. With interest, you flip through the book and started to read. You lay very silent as I glace at Amanda’s direction, sipping my drink and ordering the next round.
I’m excited as I watch your eyes followed the words on the pages. Your hand was starting to move slowly down your thigh, to your knee, and back to your thigh in a repeated motion. Maybe it wasn’t as silly as you thought. It was clear, you were quickly sucked into my words. As you finish the story, you put the notebook down and smile, reaching for your drink. You’re blushing. You tell me that you thought it was good. The tone in your voice is mellow. We finish our drinks as I signal to the waitress for the check.
It’s now dark and we all admire the full moon as we exit. We’re tipsy, flirty, and ready to continue the night’s events. Amanda rests her head on my shoulder as we enter a taxi cab.
After a few minutes, the taxi approaches Amanda’s house. We’ve reached our destination. We enter the room and bring our energy level back up. I search for the radio to start the music. Turning the volume up I start to dance and signal Amanda to join me. We continue with drinks as we dance the night away, you smile watching from the sofa, while thumbing through books and magazines. Amanda whispers something in my ear. She pulls me towards the bedroom.
“We’ll be a moment,” Amanda says. The door closes.
You sit outside trying to read with the loud music playing. It seems to drown out the sounds of Amanda’s moaning, and at times, you wonder what we must be experiencing.
Time seems to fly by and suddenly the door opens and I come out with Amanda, holding her hand towards the living room. We start to dance to the next song. We’re still high on the adrenaline of the night, yet every song continues to energize us. You seem to hide behind your book. I whisper in Amanda’s ear and then she approaches you.
“Your turn! You have to have fun! It’s my day, I want you to have fun, too!” you say wholeheartedly, as my hand reaches out towards you. I grab your hand and pull you towards me. You’re finally dancing. We seem lose ourselves in the movement. I turn you around, and then bring you close again.
Your warm soft curvy body feels great against me. My hands move around your waist, changing the dance style to the beat of the next song playing. You feel dazed. The alcohol is still running through your body. The bass of the music pulsates against your sensitive skin, and then against you heart. You can feel the rhythm. You can feel each move. You can feel my soft hands move from your waist line, up your back, across your shoulders, as they glide down your arms, to your fingers, just to spin you slowly around again pressed against me.
All three of us manage to pass out on the floor, together, with a few blankets and a comforter keeping us warm. It’s hard to tell how we got there, but we’re there nevertheless. Your body is off to my right, and my arms and legs are caressing your body. Amanda is to my left, behind me, caressing me. I can feel her breasts pressed warmly against my back, and her hand at my waist. One of my legs is between Amanda, and one leg is between yours. My hand is affectionately around your chest, caressing you close. The night is cold yet our bodies are warm.
I’m dazed but I continue. Warm, affectionate, my hands start to massage the softness of your glowing gentle skin. My hands start to explore you, moving towards your neck and then down your back. You’re nervous yet you feel the touch relaxing. Your hands move down your waist, down to my thighs and they rest against my hardness. You feel yourself wet and turned on by the sudden feeling of my manhood pressed against your fingers. You don’t move away yet you don’t turn around thinking you might still be dreaming.
I move closer towards you. My thickness lays pressed on your thigh, as I stroke your hair and slowly turn you around. Looking at your warm curves, without letting you say a word, my soft lips start to dance softly against your ever glowing skin. You can feel them moist against your neckline… in soft circles, moving up towards your ears, hearing you breath harder, as I gradually move across your cheeks and finally merge against your lips.
You can’t help to wonder if Amanda is awake. Can she see us? What is she thinking? Should you stop? Why does this suddenly feel so good? You don’t want it to stop. I start to move your legs around me. They caress my waist as I keep my lips moving down your cheek and landing on your chin. Just then, you see Amanda’s hand on my shoulders, as I move my head up to look towards her direction.
“Oh god! I knew I wasn’t dreaming…”, you think to yourself. “Maybe she won’t realize I’m awake…what am I going to….” Just then you see Amanda moving toward me to kiss my lips. You watch as we kiss passionately, and see my hands massage her breasts. She lays back down resting her head against the covers, only to watch us continue.
My hands start to move down your silky thighs, getting between you and feeling your arms wrap around me. Kissing your shoulders, the tension builds… waiting, you start to kiss my cheek. You’re so soft and gentle, and I can feel your delicate body surrender to me. I remove your bra unwrapping you like a gift and feeling my warm lips caress your hard nipples as you let out a moan. They seem to connect well but I hold on, letting my tongue move in small circles around the surroundings of your hard nipples. My right hand moves to bring your breast closer to my lips. I take you in with my eyes closed. My left hand is massaging you up and down your waist line, feeling your naked stomach, with my finger tips exploring your panty line. Casually allowing a finger or two under the panty line, following the contour of the restrictive fabric. Moving my hand lower, I can feel your wetness call to me. I feel desired and wanted. My hardness is throbbing. I can feel the blood pulsing hard and throbbing to be released, as I grow thicker to sink into wetness. I help you remove your panties, as I remove my boxers.
No words are spoken. Only our glances share our thoughts. Your panties lay artistically on top of my boxers on the chair next to us as you wrap your legs around me… feeling my thick hardness against you, teasing you, my arms wrapped around your body. Your arms wrapped around me. Feeling my lips kissing your neck, you can feel me throbbing and pulsing hard against your clit. You’re dripping with anticipation. The hardness moves gently against your love button, as I rock steadily against you. My delicate lips bouncing from one cheek side to the other, kissing your nose, kissing your forehead, kissing your chin…… and then finally landing on your moist lips as you simultaneously feel my hard cock sink into your moist wetness pleasing every nerve on its way inside you. It’s throbbing hard against the wetness of your tight pussy walls, engulfing me fully and welcoming me into your pleasure areas. You quiver in my arms and let out a noticeable moan. I continue to kiss you, as you feel me deeper inside you. Pressed against you, I slide out half way, only to sink back inside you to hear you moan once again. Your thrill and passion for my pleasure only turns me on even more.
I move up to look at you, helping to spread your legs wider. I absorb your sexy naked body, it’s curves, it’s softness, it’s perfection. I make you mine tonight, fucking you over and over, as your beautiful breasts bounce to my rhythm. You breath harder, moan louder, feel me deeper over and over. Taking my thickness out to tease your clit in small circles, then sliding back deep inside you. You look up towards the ceiling as you feel my hard cock thrusting harder and faster, feeling my hands exploring your body, my big balls bouncing against your ass with every thrust, with every pull, your wetness overflowing. I can feel your warm wet juices dripping down my balls, as my shaft enters you each time. You can’t hold your desire to orgasm any longer, and suddenly wrap your legs around me to bring me closer as your pussy lips tighten around me. You’re tingling, mmmmm…. yess…. then suddenly feeling a gush of your juices explode tightly against my cock. I hear you moan and gasp for air, and I easily keep moving in and out, to let the flow continue.
I lay rested with my back against the covers. Heart pounding, excitement still rushing through my veins. You’re laying in the same way next to me. After Amanda’s witness to our passionate love story, she approaches me with her hands on my shoulders, massaging me to help me relax. I bring her toward me and kiss her lips. The kiss is soft and passionate. You lay naked next to us watching as you collects your thoughts. I hold your hand as Amanda kisses me, and she begins to remove her panties. My kisses start down the side of her body, down her waist and bounce gently on her thighs. I spread her legs, revealing her wet juiciness to my eyes as I continue to lay next to her while she sits up looking at me on her knees. She moves to straddle my face and slowly begins to enjoy my warm tongue on her throbbing clit as she holds her balance with one hand against the wall.
My tongue explores her insides while her juices begin flowing. The wetness is like a sweet nectar, absorbed by my tongue and occasionally dripping down my chin. I enjoy every minute and can’t help to get noticeably hard. All of a sudden, I feel your hand on my cock, feeling you stroke it as I continue to enjoy Amanda’s facial. You climb on top of me, holding my hardness in your hand, as you slide me inside you. Hearing you both moan at different times is beyond words. You both rock your respective areas on me. You ride me harder and deeper, Amanda rubs her lips on my tongue faster. The moment is intense… too intense. Holding your hand with my left hand, and holding Amanda’s hand with my right hand. My strong moans are clouded by the pussy lips surrounding my mouth, as my hard thickness suddenly releases hard against gravity but deep into your insides. You feel the sudden rush of pleasure inside you and you stop moving long enough to feel the flow rise into you and start to flow back down. At that moment, Amanda releases her long awaited flow of juices. I try to lick and eat as much as I can while the remaining drops flow down my cheek and chin.
The following morning is silent. You start to pack your bags as Amanda helps you and I prepare breakfast. We’re all helping you get your things together to get back home. Once everything is ready, we enjoy breakfast in the dinning room table. Although we don’t talk about the night, we all seem relaxed and smiling. It was a night to remember, a dream never to forget, a journey beyond a destination, and perhaps a celebration unlike no other. We give our hugs and say our goodbyes… and least until the next visit.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
— Bob Marley
You had managed to light all the candles in the room giving the atmosphere a healthy orange glow. I feel so relaxed after that magical moment. I feel warm and like I’m dancing on clouds. Amber, you, and I are comfortably and affectionately sitting on the small love-seat. I have the biggest smile on my face and admire Amber sitting on your lap with her head laid against your strong bold chest. She was always quiet fond of your hugs but she would tease you knowing you had just witnessed us together. Feeling you hard, she would purposely rub her hips into your hardness. Then she would laugh and stick her tongue out. I laughed. She relaxes back on your lap. I’m impressed how quickly she can appear innocent to devilish and back to innocent in only seconds.
I’m quiet yet thoughtful. I can’t help staring at her. She’s relaxed against your body and your arms are holding her delicate innocent body tight. I’m a little jealous considering what just happened. Why wouldn’t she be on my lap instead? But Amber just seemed hard to figure out. I’m still turned on by her sexy smooth curves and how the golden fabric of the Inca Kola T-shirt, she chose to wear, delicately wraps her body.
The candles in the room glow and highlight her beauty. The light seems to dance on her soft skin. You look at me and our eyes meet as you reach out to hold my hand. You were always good at reading my thoughts and sometimes it scared me how well you knew me. I wasn’t use to this devotion from a man. We smile at each other, as the movie starts to play, while one hand is wrapped around her, and the other is across to hold my hand. You look at me with deep admiration and I can’t help from blushing. You move your fingers softly across my cheeks and move forward to kiss my forehead. I watch you as you whisper something into Amber’s ears. She smiles and gets off your lap.
As you get up, you explain, “Sorry, but with all the excitement I really need to go to the bathroom…especially after Amber just grinded my balls a nice shade of blue!”. We laugh and watch you disappear into the back of the room with a magazine in hand. The door closes quickly. The candle light fills the room reveals our solitude as our shadows float against the brick walls of the apartment.
Amber takes your seat and playfully rests her legs on my thighs while still keeping her distance. I start to massage her feet and tickle her a little. She laughs and squirms. She quiets down again. I start to move my hands up and down her soft smooth legs, each time reaching higher. Then she reaches out to hold my hand and our fingertips merge together. I pull her closer towards me. She resists at first but then she bends her knees, to get up, and rest her body across my lap. Her hair is laid across my lap and I start to stroke her hair. We both seem to be ignoring the movie but it does illuminate the room in an odd passionate way. I study her, while looking into her eyes. The longer I look the closer I approach her face. I bring her face up towards me as our lips press against each other like the gentle sea against the soft gains of sand on a warm summer eve.
Her lips are melting against me and my heart beats faster and faster. I feel warm and her soft lips melt into mine. I blush and feel warm inside. I can feel the excitement flow through me as the first drops of wetness starts to flow between my legs.
She moves closer to me, and moves her hands around my neck. Her hands move towards my arms and feel down the sides of my body. I lay sitting on the love seat while she gets up to face me and works her body seducing me. The love-seat is against the brick wall of your apartment so we know no one can hear us. If you only knew what was going on while you were away you would probably rush back in.
We start to kiss heavily, as I lay sitting still, flushing red in my cheeks. Her firm breasts warmly cuddle against my own breasts. She starts to kiss my cheeks and kiss my ears. I can feel her soft lips move along the circles of my ears. Her lips moving down my chest to land on my warm hard nipples. I’m excited by the way her lips embrace me. So soft… so passionate. I turnover my delicate body, submitting to her. My body tingles throughout my body. I feel myself moist for her and I rub my legs together to hold my composure.
I move my hands up her thighs to reveal her wetness through the thin silky boxers she’s wearing. I bring her up top of the love seat with one leg to the side and the other leg at an angle. I kiss her belly and move lower to take her silk boxers off. I’m almost staring at her beautiful opening. Slowly, they’re removed off … lower and lower…
I bring her against me, as she holds onto the brick wall behind me. My lips kissing her thighs. Her bare tight innocence is before my face. I begin move my hands to her ass as I blend my lips against her pulsing pussy walls. Her tightness wraps around my tongue as I slowly move it up and down, passionately, sweetly, as only she deserves.
Amber starts to moan and thrust her hips against me as I move my tongue in circles faster. Her taste is so pure and sweet. I feed off her sweet nectar, as it starts to drip down the corners of my mouth…down my chin…. it’s warm and delicate. She breathes harder and louder. She calls out my name in pleasure and asks me not to stop. I don’t… I won’t… I wouldn’t. Faster….deeper…. faster… holding her ass with a gentle slap while keeping her perfectly positioned to keep her satisfied. Deeper…. circles… over and over…. “ohhhhhh…..” she moans louder with every turn. She’s closing her eyes and seems out of breath…. “ooooooooooohhhhhhh ahh oh my….. oooooh…. “. I keep going… faster…. I can feel her warm clit pulsing against my soft tongue as it quivers with every deep lick. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhooooooooohhhhhhh Maaarrrrriiiiiii….oohhh…Marriiiiiiiiii….. fuck me so good baby, you …oh…you … aaahhh….”. I’ve never been this wet.
Suddenly the rush of her wetness opens it’s full gates against my tongue, down my mouth and lips. I take you in as your juices energize me. Feeling you shaking and trying to keep your balance as you come down, and I offer up my hand for support. You look at me and smile. You’re touching yourself all over feeling the rush throughout your body as you look for something to put on. Your hair is a mess and your sweaty and red all over from the experience. You’ve never looked sexier. You walk toward the bedroom and find another pair of boxer shorts. I’m watching you from afar.
As you’re on your way back, you slow down and knock on the bathroom door four times, but not stopping, as you make your way back to the couch. You’re fixing your hair and come back down to sit next to me. We don’t say much except smile and finally start paying attention to the movie. “Oh, I think I’ve seen this before,” you say laughing. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I guess you were a little distracted,” I say, offering up an excuse.
At that moment, the bathroom door opens up and you come out. You walk towards us and this time I get up, and let you sit down, as I sit on your lap, with my arms around you. I can see Amber looking from the corner of her eye but she doesn’t turn, as I say, “my turn!”
We sit as comfortably as we did before anything started. I’m sitting on your lap while I feel Amber reach out to lay her head on my lap. Your arm rests across her chest to keep her comforted and close.
“So… what did I miss?”, you say while looking right at me.
Soundly asleep. Your body comforted and relaxed against the softness of the bed sheets. You’re mind is at peace and your thoughts are emptied. You barely move. A great difference from the many mornings were you tossed and turned, having repeated mystic dreams. One dream had you running through woods lost and afraid, searching for your family but the endless tall trees, and darkness had you in an endless loop. Another dream, had you in a boat on the roaring river. You had lost someone who had jumped out into the water and you frantically rowed searching for signs of life, as your boat was overtaken by the power of nature, slowly drowning you into its deepness. And the strangest of all, started with you high above a large stone alter. You could see a sea of people all calling out your name and cheering for you. You couldn’t understand why. You could only feel how hard it was to stand in front of them because you were decorated by heavy jewelry and exotic clothing all over body. Yet you raised your hands towards this adoring crowd. They cheered loudly. Each afternoon, you would wake up confused. Either sweating, or dizzy, heart racing, or feet tired.
This time was different. What had changed? What had happened that night. As you slowly opened your eyes, you reached your fingertips to your lips. The taste was different. Suddenly bringing yourself to a seated position, your eyes start to scan the room. You were alone.
Then you reflected on the night and the mysterious man you met. The man named Kaleb. Things had not gone how you had expected. Not in the least. Not like any night where you brought someone home with you. Although, not often, there came times where your body could not resist. Your body lusted for contact. It lusted to taste. A taste of humanity unlike any other. Your body would seduce a man, or women, into a trance of pure indulgence. Your eyes would connect into their souls. Your touch melted their hearts. Your lips against theirs made them helpless. Your naked body against theirs would release their thoughts into an abyss, as they would lay their paralyzed to your every move, while you lips continued to explored their body. Your kisses down around their necks, would make their blood boil. You would move down to their chest, kissing them down their waste, kissing their thighs, and as their blood flowed through them faster and faster, your teeth sharpen, preparing, sinking into the lower vein. You….were a vampire.
You weren’t a vampire like in children’s books, or as people would describe over an open flame in a campfire. No, not you. You couldn’t even remember how you came to be this way. You were confused about your past history and feel as if suddenly you woke up one day with the urge to taste human blood. But you couldn’t bring yourself to slaughter mankind for your own benefit and thirst but over time you discovered that your body needed this human blood to keep yourself sane and alive.
Over time you had learned that by warming your victim’s blood by seduction, lust and passion, the contents and hormones within were 50 times more powerful and, therefore, you needed less for a long period of time. You had also learned that blood taken from the neck was heavily filled with oxygen, making it addicting and carrying a quality that would cause your loss of control over your own desires. Many of your kind could not stop once tasting blood drained at the neck. Often victims would die, or converted to the undead, bringing about competition and the creation of many uncontrolled beasts. Yet, blood drained from the lower thigh area had already passed through the body and lacked oxygen. A lesson you learned accidently while seducing women, while enjoying the taste of their nectar below.
You could extract what you needed, warming your victim’s fluids through seduction and after your extraction there was no mark left. No bruise. No evidence. No memory. No senseless massacres. The only harm was where you left your victims to wake up after you got what you wanted. Your sense of humor had them wake up in garbage bins, on porch rooftops, in homeless shelters or even the cemetery.
Kaleb, the man you had met the night before had left you engulfed with your own passion and lusts fulfilled. You don’t remember ever feeling this way. At least in the short timespan that you could recall from your history. You did not take what you had initially intended. In fact, he filled your inside body with an unfamiliar feeling. You felt nervous. What had he done to you? Who was he to have this strange power over you? Was he a spy or another vampire? There were only a handful of vampires left after all these centuries, after the great vampire wars. You had to find him. You wanted answers. Worse of all, you wanted to regain control and back into the chaos of the unknown.