After Midnight

*Author's note: Bear with me please. It's the first one in a long time.

It was dark in the room when she entered. Luckily, she knew the layout of the bedroom well and didn't need any light to navigate through it. She glanced at her watch as she took it off: Half past midnight. He'd be home soon. She walked over to his full-length mirror and looked at herself. She wan't exceptionally tall, nor was she very short, but her built fit her size perfectly. She ran a hand along the side of her body, decided she needed a change of clothes, and slowly started taking her dress off. She wasn't the type of girl to wear a dress, but she always looked great in them, the clingy materials she picked looked as if they were a second skin.

After the dress was off, she threw it on the backrest of his computer chair, then took the clip out of her hair as she walked back to his mirror. She looked good. She wasn't wearing any lipstick, but she didn't need any. Her long hair curled at the ends and reached the small of her back, something she was very proud of. She was wearing his favorites: a black bra with red accents and seemingly transparent panties to match. She was very pleased with the way she looked tonight. She reached into his closet and pulled out one of his dress shirts. It seemed long enough to cover her ass and she put it on, making sure to unbutton enough top buttons to display her chest.

She decided to walk over to the bed and arrange the covers. He never made his bed before work, and he always came into the bedroom to change before their dates. After she finished, she positioned herself right in the middle of the bed leaning against his pillows. She always liked his bed. It was much bigger than hers, and he always knew the right ways to select his headboards. She leaned against the pillows and raised her knees a little. The shirt she wore was just long enough to cover some of her thigh and was cut high enough on the side to make it look like she was naked under it. She was startled moments later when he walked through the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't a bad looking man. He was quite gorgeous. The man was a little taller than she was, and was currently wearing loose jeans that barely hung on his hips and his favorite AC/DC shirt, that he usually wore to the casual days at his work. He looked good. His black hair was messy on top of his head and his black eyes shone in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Woah." was all the response he could manage before his face broke into a grin. "I thought we were meeting for dinner."

"Change of plans." she said smiling, and unbuttoned another button on the shirt.

"Give me five minutes." he said as he leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead.

He left the room, undressing as he was exiting, and seconds later she could hear the shower running. She contemplated walking in after him, but soon dismissed the idea because she already smelled of perfume and had just taken a shower before coming over. When the water turned off, he emerged from the bathroom, releasing steam that made him look almost magical. The towel around his waist wasn't too secure, she noticed, and was probably going to fall off the second he sat on the bed.

He strode over to the bed and sat next to her, pulling her on his lap, facing him. Through her thong she could feel the towel was wet, but then again so was she, and she couldn't help but laugh when he noticed it too. She was straddling his leg when his hand reached between her legs. She moaned as his fingers found her weak spots, and she was somewhere vaguely aware that he had taken off the shirt. She was almost naked, he was also.

He took off her bra and nonchalantly threw it on his desk, then told her to stand as he slid off the last of her cover. She craved his tongue on her skin, and let him put one of her legs on the headboard. She stood over him, her head bowed back as he bit into her inner thigh. He let her knot her hand in his hair and pulled her even closer to his mouth. She straddled him. The towel was surprisingly intact when she sat on his lap. She could feel him under it and she loved knowing that. She loved knowing how he reacted to her.

He bit her neck as his hands roamed freely on her body. One of his hands was caressing her breasts as the other found its way between her legs. His fingers knew all the right movements, and she wasn't shy about moaning into his ear. He also knew when to stop. He always did it. Right as she was about to scream in delight, he stopped.

"Don't. Please don't." she whispered as he kissed her again. But the moment was over.

She untied his towel and kissed him again. He was getting comfortable, when she worked her tongue down his abs and onto his cock. He instinctively opened his legs to welcome her, and placed his hand in her hair. She was really good with her mouth. She licked, she sucked, and she bit into his thigh until he couldn't stand it anymore and then wrapped her tongue around his cock until he exploded, then resumed her place next to him, laying in his arms as he struggled to find his breath.

"Damn girl." he finally breathed and kissed her.

He worked his way down her neck and licked and bit her breasts. He slid his hands between her knees and prompted her to open them. He loved the way she arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist inviting him into her. She was hot and she was wet and she wanted him. He could fell the head of his dick touching against her clit and he knew she was more than ready for him. With one swift push of his hips he was inside her and she dug her nails into his back. He moved with her, pushing deeper into her as she mimicked his movements. They were perfectly choreographed. He was hard and willing, and she was wet and tight. Perfectly in tune to one another.

With one last thrust they felt each other finish, moaning loud and breathing heavily, he collapsed over her, too afraid to move as she finished digging into his back.

"I love our midnight meetings." she whispered. "Now, lets go again."

A Present Waiting

Midnight lunch break- what a delight.

Done at 4 in the morning… what a charm!

Hidden in your car with the music turned up…

Laugh with me baby, I’ve promised you this…

And I have listened, and kept reading the X marked words

Despite all reason, all doubt and commands..

Oh how I adored them, how they’ve opened my mind!

Laughing gently, so you can barely hear,

Describing what I will be wearing when you’ll return home… finally.

Sliding two fingers into my spider thong,

Moans escaping from the back of my throat…

Growling loudly, I can hear you even though I’m not supposed to know…

I can feel the anticipation in each growl you roll…

“Remember the skirt I bought at the mall? That and the boots…”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all”

“Fuck this I’m coming home!”

“No!”

“Why not? Please!”

“2 hours of work left, and then hurry home… I’ll be waiting in the doorway all leathery, doctor.”

A silent agreement I can hear past your lips,

And as a treat, another deep moan escapes from deep within me.

Louder moans, a preview of what will happen this morning…

“Babe? Hurry home… there’s a present waiting.”

There she goes again!

A wet tongue brushing against his inner thigh,

Soft, wet, warm strokes up and down his muscles.

Anticipation… pressure… hardens into a painful heaven…

“Oh darling, release and move on.”

Velvet touches tickle his senses,

Tips of delicate fingers trace his abdomen…

Anticipation again, sending shivers…

Moans and silent pleas hidden in her touch.

Finding his treasures with no extra effort,

She begins her hobby, she needs to be fed…

One soft blow… one smooth touch…

Ninth cloud in the seventh heaven….

Wet tongue, awaiting mouth to catch every last drop.

*moan* “Oh… you’re good…”

“I’m not done…”

And there she goes again!

Change

The darkness of the summer nights fell like a heavy dark curtain on her pale skin.

She never looked so white and beautiful in his deep sea eyes.

Her long, straight brown hair flowed perfectly down her bare shoulders,

Barely covering her full, naked chest.

The moons rays flowed so naturally down her perfectly sculpted body,

Accentuating her smug sense of satisfaction watching him take her in…

With each breath and each inch of her, his heartbeat increased…

Moving faster, and faster, and faster….

Her long pale fingers pulling his full lips against hers,

Feeding quietly on the sweetness that lays beneath them.

Without any useless words his hands find the keys to her soul,

Pushing all the right combinations to make her open up…

Arch her back and beg for more.

Collab

My fascination with the dark side has always been a sensual connection, which is why I would consider myself a creature of the night. Still the moment I saw her at the end of the bar I felt an erotic charge down my spine. Her Auburn hair cascading down her back mad me want to get lost in the fires of her passion. Then her beautiful pale skin had the glow of am angel though I knew she had a taste for sin. That’s why I knew I had to meet her and if all went well share a night that will live in infamy. Little did I know it would be the start of my forever.

People have always had a fascination for the unknown and mysterious. It seems to draw them in a web that sticks to them and captures their innocence and joyful expressions. I always had a taste for the curious and grew quite familiar to their cautious expressions, after all someone like them should be careful when coming in contact with someone of my title. I was staring intensely at the half empty glass of wine I was drinking when I smelled him. He was still across the room, but his scent was so potent it almost made lose my calm. I could see his piercing blue eyes struggle to comprehend what I look for, and I had a feeling I could lose myself in the depth of his soul. He wasn’t wearing much, the top buttons of his shirt trying to escape his flesh, leaving his neck open and inviting to any wondering eye. His golden hair hung loosely around his face and he was flashing a smile that would have made ordinary girls blush, little did he know appearances can deceive.

I decided to order a shot of tequila and a beer before making my way to mesmerizing enchantress. I downed the shot before the moment the bartender placed it in front of me. As I nursed the beer I tried to be subtle but couldn’t take my eyes off her. She in return was keeping a watchful eye on me. I guzzled the last third of the glass and began my decent toward a fate as powerful as the moons gravitational pull and as unholy as Lucifer. Finally standing face to face with her I could see the dark list in her blue eyes and all words escaped me as I could swear I saw them flash red a couple of times.

He seemed to sit on that stool for such a long time, and trust me when I say I know long times. The bartender traced his gaze and seemed pleased to see my outfit for the night, delineate the spot where my boots meet my skin, and my skin melts nicely along the contrasting skirt, his eyes wondered lazily as usual from my waist up to my full chest and then stopped when he met my gaze; my smile said everything. My eyes went back to the curious stranger and a smile broke on my face, I could see him copy the bartender’s moves and could feel his eyes burn on me and I had no intention of looking away. His scent filled my lungs up and had the most pleasurable aroma I experienced in centuries. My eyes flickered for a moment at a man who seemed to try to make conversation, and a flash of my smile made him disappear like the fog does when the sun sets in. my victim started walking towards me looking confident, and the cry that made my body long for him was getting louder.

As I tried to find the words to start a conversation she simply gave me a wicked grin and ran her fingers along her low cut collar as if she wanted me to pay attention to here voluptuous and perky beasts. I finally found the oxygen in my lung long enough to introduce my self. She told me her name was Camilla, I offered to buy her a drink. With her margarita in hand me downing another beer we began to converse. Though she gave me little snippets about herself there was still so much mystery about her. Of coarse I probably wouldn’t have caught half of what she told me eyes kept fixating on her milky skin. When I asked her if she would like to go somewhere a little more private she flashed her pearly white smile at me again ran her fingers under my chin and told me she didn’t live to far from here. As we headed toward the door I stayed about a step back so I could get a good look at her sexy body.

He seemed nice, not like that would matter even for a minute, and I could see images of us tangled on my bed flashing on the inside of my mind constantly as he talked. I started my fascination with his collarbone and kept tracing mine as a hint that we should hit the road and hit my bed. His smile warmed me from the outside in, and his name had a certain flavor and it rolled sweetly off his lips and slid slowly on the inside of my throat and into my chest. Damien offered to buy me a drink and I had to admit I have a soft spot for good drinks, so I agreed. Subsequently we decided to move to a place a little more private and I suggested the comfort of my own home, since nothing and no one would disturb the enigmatic design that I had hidden in my mind for him. And on the way out I could see his eyes burn on me which only brought back a delightful smile. We took my midnight Porsche and stormed quietly down the drawn out boulevard in the direction of my wickedly sinful residence. I could smell the anticipation and the heat radiate in playful waves from his body as he tried deciphering the speed with which I was cruising down the road.

She insisted on driving together in her car instead of me following her back to her place. That suited me fine. I knew she was driving at an excessive but that didn’t matter to me as all I could do was continue to fixated on her gorgeous silky thighs. I wanted so bad to have my head between them right now savoring the flavor of her dark passion flowing from her throbbing pink mound before I pound her sexuality so hard with all my desire over and over till we are drowning in a mix of sweat and passionate juices. Her place look like a castle from mid evil times as she led me to the door I noticed many bats flying around but by the time we reached the front door my attention was once again on her.

I didn’t think he’d need his car, after all I didn’t even need my car but tonight I was hunting, hunting for more than pleasure. I saw his curiosity tune in at the many bats that were flying away, yet the castle looked deserted but homely, just as I left it. I opened the door to find all the surfaces in the house covered in lit candles, more for Damian than for me, for I knew the layout of my home and my ability to see clearly in the dark. I turned to face him as he closed the door and pushed him into the wall then pressed my lips against his. I could taste the anticipation burn within him, and after I took his hand I pulled him along the curved stairs towards my room, the attic. We found it covered with lit candles and the bed looked quite expectant, the blood red covers and sheets waiting for us to fall on. He looked around the room, with wonder, analyzing everything around him, all the books and supplies laid out on my desk and bookshelves. I sat on the edge of the bed, dangling my feet over the hardwood floors and waiting for him to return his attention on me.

I could tell she was bold but she still took me by surprise when she pushed me up against the wall and pressed her lips to mine. The sinful sweet taste of them made my soul feel like it was on fire and would burn forever. I could tell she craved all of my flesh and my fluids inside her and I was ready willing and able to give her all I had. She pulled me up the stairs though I gave no resistance and we ended up in the attic. I found it a bit odd with all the rooms in this big house and she choose there to commence our night of pleasure but it also seemed a bit exotic and heightened my sexual desire. The place was actually well set up with candles glowing all around the room and a bed well placed in the center with dark red sheets. I took it all in then turned to find her sitting on the edge of the bed awaiting my full attention. Her skin had a seductive glow from the radiance of the candles. As I approached her she slowly spread her legs apart just enough for me to realize she wasn’t wearing panties. As I got up next top her she wrapped her strong legs around me but the look in her eyes was different now. It was still a very sexy look but some how I got the feeling I wasn’t there for the same reason she wanted me to be. Still my attraction to her lead me to lean in for another savory kiss on those crimson lips but instead she headed for my neck. I felt a couple scintillating kisses before I felt a sudden jolt, it felt as if life was draining out of me.

He looked so innocent in that candlelight. I was watching the candlelight dance across his pale skin and he looked appealing. More appealing than he did in the beginning of the night. I kissed him again and all my self control evaporated. I cocked his head to the side and pressed my lips on his skin, then sunk my fangs inside his vibrant veins and started drinking. I could feel his juice slide slowly down my throat and could feel his terror as he tried breaking away, which only made me want more from him. I held my grip firmly and soon he didn’t resist. I pulled away after a few seconds and I could see the desire in his eyes, I could hear his thoughts as clear as mine. “Don’t stop. Not yet. Give me more… more, more, more, more, more, more.” I gave him a smile and let a few words roll off my tongue and in his ear “Slow down, we have all night. You’re not going anywhere, Damien. You’re mine now.”

I awoke in a haze. As I slowly sat up I felt a certain hunger deep inside and yet a newfound strength like I could take on the world. The last thing I remembered was that mind-blowing kiss followed by a pain that was somewhat exhilarating. Finally I noticed her standing in the door way, she came walking my way in a slow sexy stride and set down beside me on the bed. I asked her what happened but she just smiled and told me I should eat cause I would need my strength. I sat up and was in shock as I watched her bite into her wrist drawing blood then placed it in front of me. As I watch the blood run down her wrist I felt a craving I couldn’t explain, before I knew it I was sucking on her wrist, it was like I was on the outside watching some horror movie yet fully aware it was me enjoying the taste of the crimson offering. She finally tried to yank her arm away but I was latched on. She finally was able to pry it away then said something that changed the course of my existence forever.

I was surprised at how much it took me to change him, I knew he was going to take longer than usual because his muscular built, but I never thought it would take me fifteen minutes! He soon crashed and after his blood dried I washed him up and set some clothes for him on the bed. When he woke up he was famished, his eyes were like two ruby cherries, sparkling in the candlelight. I offered him blood, since I had plenty and watched my new partner devour his first meal. I looked at him and stared at his beautiful eyes trying to understand what was happening to him. I took pity at his innocent eyes and showing my fangs, told him “Babe, you’re mine now, and this, this is just the beginning.”

Come Home

Laying here in bed yet another night,

Dreaming innocently of how your skin felt against mine,

How you seemed weightless, how you were weightless.

I remember the elegance with which you laughed,

With which you talked, and walked, and kissed me late at night.

Oh how I can still smell your perfume on my pillows,

How it won’t wash away, my love, no matter how often I wash them…

The crimson of my sheets and the whiteness of your skin, my favorite colors!

I can close my eyes and see the shades of your gorgeous blonde hair…

How it tickled my skin and how it filled me with its very smell…

Your skin, a little tanned, the Californian sun getting to you, quickly,

Still so white, too white, my white!

I can pin point the bite marks I left on you, the ones you returned,

Weeks after they healed, months even I can find them, feel them…

Oh my dear angel, how your thoughts have hurt me,

How your actions burned me and how your words have held me.

I must look at my phone and re-live the conversations,

The pleasure your words brought me…

The warmth of your breath and the soft choice of words in which you wrapped me in.

Oh how I hate the distance between us, how I must wait,

How I must cherish each message, each I love you… each smile.

Missing wrapping my arms around you,

Missing the cuddle time we set aside in the morning…

Missing the late nights and the early sunset of summer.

-sigh- oh dear angel I wish you could see me now,

The long fingertips of my right arm tracing the place where you used to sleep…

I can see you here, I can almost taste you…

I miss the way I could pick you up…

How I could carry you and lay you on my bed…

How you would laugh each time you landed face up, looking at me…

How your eyes smiled at mine and wondered about something we’d always want…

Babe, I can hear your laugh…

I can remember the red, velvet collar that kept you mine…

Remembering the matching, black, collar for me…

Such a couple… such friends…

How I cannot wait to kiss you again…

To feel your weightless body over mine…

Oh how I cannot wait for you to return home!

Love, D.

Don't Stop

Followed her into the hotel lobby,

Her eyelashes screaming at me to follow…

Her tight jeans and low cut top leading me in,

And her perfume chaining me down behind her.

No time to waste, got a room and followed her up…

Her hand, sweet terrorist leading the way up the stairs,

Her lips, sweet priests preaching to me the future and what’s to come,

Her legs, toned path leading to seas of ideas.

5^th floor and we’re taking the elevator, just us two…

Her hands slowly around my neck, holding my head

And my hands around her waist and on her back…

Lips biting at each other and her moans escaping just loud enough in my ears.

Throb, throb.

Lips stabbing at each other and hands sliding down her ass.

Throb, throb.

-ding- we’re there and we almost run…

I can feel the passion from her grip…

I can smell the desire dripping slowly…

She awaits impatiently behind me…

Moaning while I slide the key in…

Gripping my hip while I turn it…

-release- we’re in…

And she pushes me in…

No time to be amazed by the big honeymoon suit,

She finds the bed and turns to meet my lips….

A bruise tomorrow and she sticks a wet tongue in my mouth,

I can see her trembling hands slide down my pants, unbuttoning… unzipping.

With my hand on the back of her head I pull her closer,

Whisper sweet poisonous moans in her ears…

Pants fall… boxers fall… moans escape and her top flies with her bra.

Sweet nipples find their way in my mouth and I unzip her jeans slowly…

I can smell the desire forming…

Seas of passion will flow inside my inpatient mouth…

Brush against my tongue… moans.

Biting her nipples and sliding off her thong,

All too fast to comprehend.

Moans.

Pulling me closer to her,

Picking her up and leading her to the bed…

Licking at her nipples and her legs wrapped around me…

Brushing her against my toned chest, my 8 pack.

I can hear her moans loud and clear “oh boy!”

Release and she falls on the bed moaning,

Slowly pulling me after her, coming slowly,

Licking her calves and thighs… slowly,

Brushing my nose and tongue once at her treasures, going up.

Her stomach my canvas, her breasts my pillow tonight…

And I find my way… throbbing.

Her hands around my neck, whispering to hurry…

Me slowing down, teasing.

“I love you baby” is all I can think of… but she knows that…

“Hurry up” her begging voice cracking at the last letter…

Moans.

Sliding faster than the key,

So easy so warm and tight…

I can feel it drip… feel it start…

Her head down on the pillow, her neck unveiled…

White skin, sweet blood flowing through her…

Licks, moans, pressure…

She drips around me, she drowns me.

Pulling her on top of me, giving her control…

Two lose movements and she slides back out…

She lets me feed… my tongue loose in her..

My hands ripping her thighs… squeezing.

Moans and I feel her tighten…

Sucking her and sliding my full length tongue in her…

Moans and I push her…

Stopping myself… “It’s not over just yet baby”

One last lick….

And feel her wipe down my chest and back onto me…

Ride baby… play, for I am yours tonight… moans.

Pulling me up, her breasts… feed me more baby…

Releasing her from this prison… letting myself explode…

Feeling her moan inside my mouth with all she has…

Drinking it all up… “Don’t stop!”

And I don’t… I keep going…

Again and again…

Her moans filling me…

One orgasm, two, three, four…

“Don’t stop!”

Five, six and she falls in my arms…

Carefully pulling out…

Letting her collapse in my arms…

Dreaming of how much better I am than her husband.

Drink

Interesting how this all starts…

A “We can share, we’re running out of time” moment… fun!

My boy and yours, the best of friends,

We share sometimes, but I’m not sure I don’t mind…

Seeing him with you, such a rush, and yours…

Hehe.. he can sure make me moan.

Experienced men, we share from time to time,

Each in love, a 4 way circle… or circus.

But let’s forget while they attend to their needs.

Turn the water on, make it hot…

Sending little needle-like orgasms through our skins…

Coming closer and closer… oh how I adore this!

Giggling softly, just loud enough for them to hear a whisper…

Bringing their attention behind curtain number one…

Let them wonder at the shower laughs that come from deep inside us.

Lean back, baby girl, let me show you…

I’ve learned a trick or two from the times he spent with me…

Let yourself go, for I am thirsty tonight,

And let your hands knot in my long raid hair.

Slowly part your legs,

White skin on skin tonight, we shall blend as one,

Let me lick those athletic thighs of yours from the knee up…

Slowly, patiently, no rush in tasting such a treat.

Let me blow cold breaths on your wet skin and ignore their impatient stares,

Tonight you are mine and nothing can change that.

Allow the curtain of water to rush down your full breasts,

Let it drip onto me, kneeling here in front of you.

Moan baby, moan as loud as you’d like…

Tell me how you like it, even though I know…

Pull on my neck as my tongue goes deep,

Tasting, taking in, drinking.

Moan louder and louder baby…

Tighten up on my tongue and explode…

Fill me up. Let me taste. Let me drink.

Your turn baby girl, come closer now,

Let him touch me just once, let him kiss…

Give him the pleasure of tasting you on my lips.

Come around, now baby…

Pull me to your mouth,

Suck my hardened breasts and leave for him a mark.

Moan with me and let us fill the room…

Feel their…pressure… rise and rise again.

Lets braid our tongues together, quickly…

And let me pull you closer and closer.

Don’t mind my moans when you reach my wetness…

Don’t mind my pushing you closer when you reach the spot…

“Right there baby girl,

Right there, don’t stop!”

Drink 2

The full moon, such a delight!

No need for lighting, just lay on the grass with me baby.

We haven’t talked in a few weeks, it’s been so long!

Come closer, closer, closer to me…. There we go.

Cock your head back and close those blue eyes,

One –two- three, here comes the bite.

Ah! The delight of hot blood rushing down my throat!

Perfect, baby. Here, your turn to drink…

Just us two darling… until the sun comes up!

Happy New Year

Standing in the doorway holding a glass of champagne

All male eyes switching often to her low cut corset and her short skirt,

Her smile omnipresent, laughing and giggling with all her guests.

Red locks of hair spiral onto her bare white shoulders,

Looking like blood dripping down on a field of snow.

“Happy New year baby girl!”

“Happy New year darling!”

Her smile widening and throwing off rainbows onto the marble floor.

“You look stunning babe, make a pirouette and let me admire that skirt.”

Turning slowly so he can admire what she wore for him.

With careful eyes, watching his smile widen,

With a patient body watching him feel this as an unbearable torture,

Torture of haters and lovers alike…

Torture of seeing but not being able to touch.

“You know, baby girl, that things have changed…

Feelings I never had for you emerged…

And while we’re here, under the mistletoe…”

“Say no more.”

With impatient lips she came so close,

Tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue,

Mesmerizing all 6 feet 3 of him.

Holing one arm on her waist, pulling close…

With his other hand, holding her face close to his.

All music stops and the countdown begins,

6-5-4-3 but who has time to hear?

They reach 1 and a champagne bottle pops breaking their kiss…

“Happy New Year babe!” And she licks his lips.

Laughing at her, refusing to let go,

“You’re not done yet, just so you know…” a handsome smile laying on his face,

His anxious hands pulling her closer and closer

Pulling her tighter, and closer, until their chests meet,

Their lips biting at each other’s needy lips,

Leaving marks unknown to others but themselves.

Breaking the kiss, his lips part away

“Not here, just follow me.”

Following him, her hand glued to his,

Parting the crowd with a gentle smile,

Smile of a host, laughing gently at her guests,

Parting from their gaze, following him quickly.

Leading her into a small bedroom, so dim and so closed out…

Locking the noise behind him, a soundproof room.

Her hands quickly wrapping around him, like paper over a present,

His, slowly massaging the curve of her back.

“What a way to start the New Year baby girl!”

“I’d suggest you start kissing me now before I start without you.”

No more words, his lips being too busy caressing her pale neck,

His hands to occupied with her porcelain breasts,

And his heart beating faster than usual.

Her hands knotting quickly in his brown hair,

Her lips whispering moans in his delicate ears…

“Don’t stop babe…”

But he does.

His hands slowly untying her blood red corset,

Then letting her skirt fall to the floor…

Her panties falling too, on her boots eventually.

Taking a few steps back, looking content at her pale body,

Admiring the bite marks on her neck,

The hardness of her nipples,

Her small waist,

The freshly shaven fantasy…

Her athletically supple thighs,

And her obsidian eyes looking back into his, begging.

“You know, baby girl,” and unbuttoning his shirt at an agonizingly slow pace,

“maybe tonight… maybe we haven’t waited enough for this.. maybe”

Smiling at him, a glimpse of despair in her eyes,

“You want me to say it don’t you?”

“Oh and mean it too, we cannot be having you say things you do not mean baby.”

Closing her eyes and moving close to him,

Pressing her hard nipples on his bare warm chest,

Taking his fingers and sliding them over her wetness,

Leaning closer to his ear and moaning softly.

“Babe, please… I’ve waited for so long… do not prolong this torture…

I need you to fuck me babe… I need you to do it tonight…

I want you to make me moan and scream your name out like never before.”

Smiling devilishly at himself, feeling her every word reach him,

Touch him through his pants and her moans

Making him grow… tightening him.

“You really want this don’t you?” his eyes searching hers in the moonlit room.

“I’ve been waiting for such a long time… I want this babe... please.”

Giving in to temptation, he wanted it as much as she did,

Pushing her back, making her fall on the king sized bed…

“Fine. You want this…you’ll have it.”

Picking her legs up, pushing her up on the pillows,

Biting gently at her neck, licking it…

Swiping his fingers and playing with her clit,

Licking down her collarbone and down her breasts,

Sucking like a babe on her hardened nipples,

Begging for more, but tearing himself apart.

Licking down her stomach, onto her white pelvis,

Kissing her thighs and wrapping himself around her.

Anticipation building in her,

Moaning continuously, talking soft,

Giving orders, so soft and pure…

“Right there baby… right there, don’t stop.”

Pushing his head down and holding it there,

Her legs quickly spreading for his wet tongue…

Lower,

Lower,

Right there.

His tongue exploring quickly,

Licking, sucking, biting softly…

Slowly inserting his tongue inside her,

Feeling her warmth wrap around him,

Feeling her taste surrounding his hot tongue.

Pulling out and kissing her quickly,

Letting her suck on his tongue, taste herself…

Moaning louder and louder as he slams into her,

Full speed ahead and hard as never before.

Taking her on, one orgasm at a time…

Letting himself go in her, fill her up.

Holding her tight, crashing on top of her, breathing hard…

“Happy New Year. I love you Baby Girl.”

Here To Please

She stood in the moonlit room facing the desk and watching the shadows cast by the many candles that stood motionless in the big and darkened area. Her long hair hung nicely down her revealed back, her pale arms seemed to be used to hold herself together, her big black eyes searched for something in the far corner of the room, assessing quietly she shape that leaned against the open window’s frame.

He stood in the moonlight looking majestic as usual, his black hair hanging loosely around his marble face. He wore his usual attire, a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans that hung loosely around his sculpted hips. His chalky face held nothing but a smile on his face, his rosy lips revealing a pair of sparkling fangs and his calm eyes held nothing but pure adoration in them.

She came to his side and turned her back, a newly inked tattoo revealing a promise in an unknown alphabet forgotten and erased a long time before her time. His cold hands pulled her into him, his fangs puncturing the soft of her neck with a passion she soon learned to adore, and his tongue played soft games on her bleeding neck. The room was quickly filled with passionate moans of a loving victim, her hands gripping at his and her back arching against him, her hips pressing hard against his hard pelvis. “Please, don’t stop…” her voice trailed off as his teeth sunk deeper within her.

Suddenly, the world around her changed and she was being pushed against the softness of the bed she made. His lips were pressing against hers passionately and with a hunger she didn’t remember. His hands moved with the precision of a surgeon underneath her black dress, lifting it quickly and brushing against the inside of her thighs, on her stomach and on her pale, and now revealed, breasts while her hands were unbuttoning the black shirt.

In the midst of a few seconds they were both undressed, his hard body pressed against hers, his hands playing with the small line of her black thong. “I always loved the cherries on this one…” he said as he gave them a slow kiss. “The scent of your blood and your perfume intermix and make me lose my mind.” Another kiss pressed against the innocent piece of cloth before being ripped off her sculpted body.

Moans filled the room again as his tongue fond the inside of her thighs, and as he worked hit was inside her core, causing her the pleasures that kept him fed and satisfied. His mind was running in circles being able to only process the sweetness of her substance slowly glided on his tongue and his fingers ripped at her skin and her hands ran through his obsidian hair and she lifted quickly towards the heavens she denied.

His voice echoed in the dim lit room: “I’m here to please.”

Here Without You

My lonely mind wonders again towards you…

Dreaming of you all the time, never getting old…

Feeling you in my arms with each steady breath… I can smell you.

Still cannot wrap my mind around how far away you are from me…

I’m here without you, stuck in a paradise world, all empty and meaningless…

How much longer must I endure the torture of these miles that come between us,

Finally coming home to you shall be a great gift to myself.

Still terrified of loving, you’d be my first, my only angel…

Dreaming again of how your cheek would fit perfectly in my white palms,

Swearing on the life of my own heart that not a day goes by without my mind wondering back to you.

My lonely heart stops beating and missing you over and over again,

Dreaming of how good you’d look in my arms, perfectly fitted, I was made for you.

Here without you baby, but still closer than you might think…

Love, D.

It's Complicated

The distance between us shatters me whole,

Each breath I take sends kisses to you…

Inside her mind, I can see all she sees, but baby, you can’t see me.

The elegance with which you laugh,

Lightens my day and if I dare compare it to anything less than perfect I fear self distruction…

Laying here in my bed, waiting for her to fall asleep, trying not to invade her thoughts…

Trying to keep all fantasies of you and me away from her… but I can’t always.

Waking up scared for a dream that will never happen, with you in my arms…

Remember every word I said to you in that dream, showing you the stars up close, not enough.

Oh, darling girl, how I long for your touch….

For you to acknowledge me, hidden in her eyes…

At least pretend you do, or not but this is driving me insane…

So close to you yet not a hello darling or angel or anything else….

Hearing her thoughts while she sleeps, telling me everything…

She tries hiding her heart up tight behind…. But she can’t.

How can I explain that I am not real,

Hidden in her soul or mind since she was a child?

A guardian angel, looking away from his task,

From his love and his master, the concept without grasp…

Oh how I long for love to find me so suddenly..

How can I explain who I am?

How can I still hold you in my arms when I cannot even define what I am?

My Vampire

My eyes fell slowly on her white breasts,

Her skin seems so shiny and so smooth…

My fingertips touching her, barely, just like a thought..

“Are you alive, or are you just a memory?

Ghost of an enemy or are you still a lover...

Your skin so soft… there is yet to lose control over me…”

No rush… taking her rosy smell inside my lungs,

Holding on to the innocence she refuses to keep,

Warming me, changing me, loving me.

Not believing her blood red lips were once pushing against mine…

With such a passion, which such hunger… like she used to.

Not believing her touch was so familiar, her teeth so close…

Her tongue so wet, and touches so soft…

Oh what a familiar sight she once was.

“Forgive my sinful thoughts, are you an enemy or still a lover?

Have you changed your ways, angel, have you joined all demons?”

I adore you so…still… angel.

Demon from a present, angel from my past.

Oh, darling, how I have missed you…

How I still miss your blood red lips on mine.

Dear, vampire, how I have let you suck my blood,

How soft acts of tender love you changed…

Wicked babe, such a tremble in my words,

Such vibe flowing through me at the very thought.

How can you hold me still, from your deep grave…

Loving to torture me slowly, blindly…

My bed, your death and my love your poison…

How am I cursed with such a poisonous love,

An adoration filling your veins, still…

The death that dressed you, still my sheets…

Oh how I miss you still, my love.

Closing my eyes, to an escape so sharp,

Reliving the icy skin that was once my blanket…

Covering me with the tender kisses…

How I adore you still, my angel…

How you’ve betrayed me so… you wicked demon.

Why must I love, why must I live again and again dreaming this sin…

Your skin on mine, your lips surrounding me…

My every heartbeat…. My every breath,

Yours, my vampire.

Love, D.

No Other Place

Another meeting and I did not think she could ever look better. She did.

Opening the door and pulling me in, no time to waste again,

Impatient lover.

“it’s been a while” and I take my distance, admiring all she is, I’m so lucky.

Three-four-five seconds, enough time wasted and I pull her against me… against the wall.

Her hands impatiently unbuttoning my shirt and mine quickly untying her corset…

I can feel how much she missed me from how quickly her hands move.

Sliding her corset off and taking in the view once more… I am so lucky to love her.

Picking her up and sitting her on the table, licking at her neck, biting softly…

Sliding my tongue down her collar bone, close to her heart…

Blowing on her chest I can see her harden and my wet tongue finds her breasts,

Like a young babe I lick and I suck, feeling her hands tighten on me with each stroke.

As impatient as her, but still patient enough.. taking my sweet time tasting her…

Feeling her heartbeat with the tip of my tongue and fingers

Listening to her soft moans and her pleas not to stop… I cannot help but obey.

Stopping for one moment, blowing icy breaths on the wetness of her breasts…

Allowing my fingers to run slowly up her soft thighs… up her short skirt…

Pulling down a pair of red panties… festive I think to myself and let them rain on the floor.

Kissing her deeply and drinking in all her warmth and taste… burning her cold lips with mine.

Impatient lover.

Looking at my neck, I feel her hand stroke gently…

Running her long nails up my spine and releasing me from my slavery…

Watching her take off my collar with the gentlest move was a privilege, a blessing…

Feeling her cold hands on the back of my neck, pulling me in towards her awaiting lips…

I anticipate her move and close my eyes visualizing it.

She does not disappoint.

Licking the spot first, then inking her teeth in my neck…

Not painful enough for me to stop, yet painful enough for me to enjoy it.

Tightening my hands on her thighs and moaning just the way she likes it…

Feeling the vibrations of my vocal cords echo down her throat…

I can almost feel it in her legs.

Satisfying both of us and she releases me…

Her legs finding my waist and her hands the back of my neck…

Pulling her into my lap… field trip time, little school girl.

Her bedroom… a surprise tonight… no candles, no lights just her set up bed…

No questions in my eyes , just a devilish look and she falls on the soft covers.

No time to waste and everything come off.. licking up her leg….

Finding the exact point I’m looking for…

Tracing my tongue softly where the leg meets her body…

Smelling her skin… tasting her skin… finally giving in.

Spreading her legs in front of me…

Parting her, inch by inch… I smile.

Gripping the sheets in her pale palms… she knows the drill….she smiles.

No need for other signals and my tongue finds her quickly…

Same strokes, fast and gentle, the way she likes it….

Sucking like a newborn hearing her whispered moans… faster and faster… and faster.

Listening to the fun begin as I slide my wet, hot tongue inside her…

Feeling her pulse all around me…

Feeling her thighs tighten and her fingers push me in…

Deeper and deeper.

Moaning in her, like she likes it, feeling her shiver all around me… stopping abruptly…

No time to answer her pleading questions and licking up her stomach…

Back to her breasts… sliding in her with all my length…

“Her favorite man…” I smile at the idea… harder…

The way she adores the hardness… the way she awaits it…

My favorite place to be… her legs wrapped around me…

Drowning me in all she has… letting me explore her depths… oh how I adore it.

Tongues interlocked and bodies intertwined… no other place I’d rather be…

Passing moans to each other… stopping me.

“My turn” and we switch…. Her beauty and magnificent body still angelic on top of me.

Feeling her drip on top of me… slowly and the heat is unbearable…

Letting her tongue find my hardness….

Somehow fitting most of me in her wet mouth…

Molding herself against me… licking… sucking… feeding.

Her hair still tickling my thighs… laughing…

Letting me go back into my comfort zone…

She’s dripping on me again… but she loves it…

Rhythmical moves… up and down, front and back…

Oh how I adore it…

One, two, three… hand in hand…

Tongue locked… ascending to the depths of heaven…

Transferring her moans into me…

Synchronizing our every breath… our every heartbeat…

Oh… there’s no other place I’d rather be.

Obey

I can remember the sweet smell of her skin,

And see her wavy hair reach the small of her back…

She smelled so good, a mixture of flowers and candy tickling my nose…

Her skin so soft, and her legs so long.

If I close my eyes I can still see her, it’s been a while

However I can remember everything, the way she likes it the way she can offer it.

Everything.

Oh how I can see her eyes look for mine before I blindfold her,

Sit her on my bed and run the dull side of the tip of the knife down her spine…

I can hear her laugh from far away,

Seeing the brilliant teeth with which she bit me often..

Now back to present

Walking into my room and there she is…

Lying on her side laughing softly… controlling my eyes with her curves.

The top of her foot, a pointy shoe going up,

Coal-black leather binding to her skin up to the knees…

Subtle contrast between obsidian black and the snow white of her skin…

Moving up, my eyes carry me onto her white thighs,

Perfectly sculpted columns holding her up on pedestals custom made for gods.

Sliding my hand up her thighs, hiding it under the 5 inches of leather covering the rest of her …

Heavenly skirt that shall come off with one swift move,

Up her stomach and onto her hidden breasts…

Allowing my tongue to go free, up her calves and thighs,

No need for her skirt so lets unzip it away…

“Right there dear” music to my ears…

“Oh yes babe!” that’s all I need to hear.

My hands sliding up her skin, parting her knees to reveal my prize,

Her palms on the back of my head, o dear…

Sliding an ice cube from her knees up,

On her inner thighs feeling her shake all around me…

One cold touch an one moan escapes,

That’s okay babe my hot tongue shall make it better…

Feeling her drip on my tongue, her taste so unique…

My favorite desert after a long night at work…

Let my hands roam free up her body,

Releasing all clothes that could stop me,

Familiar procedure, she knows the drill…

“Close your eyes babe, I’ll be done in a minute”

Tearing myself away from her waterfall,

Drinking for a minute the view bestowed upon me,

Pulling two cold handcuffs from my pocket,

“Here you go baby girl, I know you waited”

Snapping them shut above her head,

Secured tightly to my steel bed frame,

She knows the drill, no patience in me, not after work…

“The doctor’s in baby, now let’s see how you are.”

Cutting her bra, the 4^th one this week,

Throwing it back to the trash, perfect shot!

Licking slowly from her clit to her lips,

One straight line, then playing with my fingertips.

Quick, hard bites on her neck began…

One- two- three “I’m not done leaving marks yet”

Putting on the cd we made together,

Hearing the guitars and creaming – heavy metal.

Laughing to ourselves, would they ever understand,

Doesn’t matter it’s just her and me right now,

Tightening her leather collar,

Throwing on a blindfold, she may not see…

Silk seduction in her mouth I need to hear her scream.

Licking up her tongue like a savage beast,

“Get ready babe, you’ll be ravished tonight”

Taking the side of the blade she holds so deep,

Silly cutter…

Sliding it closely on her skin… on her side.

The dull part, the blood is her kink not mine…

Licking behind it making sure to get every drop…

Quickly, we’re running out of time,

Binding her tighter and tighter, feel her heartbeat in me.

Sliding in her quickly, same motion…

Faster, harder just the way she wants it…

“Faster, faster, faster! Harder! Don’t stop! There, that’s the spot! Ah!”

What can a man do but obey her?

Turning up the volume to mask her screams…

Powering me up again and again…

One orgasm, two, three…

Feeling my heartbeat inside her…

“Harder!” and I obey…
Muscles fail one point and speed cannot increase…

“AH!” her screams overpower me,

Fuel me… and harder and harder….

Her hands release, pulling mine to her neck,

Showing me the tightened collar, not tight enough…

“Harder!” and I obey again…

What can a man do when she’s so demanding?

“Faster!” and she tightens her legs around my waist!

“AH! There, right there, don’t stop! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Feeling her drip down some more… feeling her tighten…

Suddenly there is no more room inside her…

So I explode so loudly,

Hearing her moans in my lungs…

Louder and louder, the music cannot hide us anymore…

Louder, and harder, and tighter!

“Good boy, baby!”

All I get in return is a very brief kiss…

“Now get on your back, my turn to play!”

What can a man do but obey?

Favorable slavery, here I come!

Ode to a Pet

It felt so nice knowing I have a safety net…

I stayed safe because you held me down,

The concern in your voice made me realize

That certain mistake was not my own.

Sitting in bed now, January first,

Laughing at myself, I feel so silly…

Thoughts of you surrounding my head,

Hope all is well with you and your loved ones.

Missing him, still, it tears me apart,

Knowing somehow a distraction is needed…

I’ve seen the bottom of some bottles,

And walked through some very dark alleys at night.

Now, the silliness that is mine,

Laughing strangely at how I expected to feel and how I do…

Playing silly games with silly boys other than you.

Thinking sometimes about how things started,

A curtain of lies surrounding your world,

A curtain of dust surrounding mine.

And D sits there, aware, strong guardian, so tough,

Battling all harm of demons that may come my way,

Joyful somehow he is not alone anymore.

Still sitting here, writing your ode…

Replaying the message so I can hear your voice more…

Missing the silence that covered all when you spoke to me.

Dear Pet, a tribute to you…

A man who saved what another left behind…

A boy who claims to love with all of his heart.

Threesome

Laying in bed, his arms wrapped around her,

His pale long fingers caressing her porcelain face.

His chest pressed against hers and

His lips and hers moving effortlessly together, dancing.

Covered by blood-red sheets in their own wonderland,

Holding his hands through whatever may come next.

Her perfectly sculpted hips being disturbed by an extra set of hands,

That time again, his best friend comes to bed.

His long pale hands pulling her face near his and kissing her softly.

His fingers roaming slowly down her stomach,

Down between her perfectly white thighs,

Sliding fingers inside her…

Watching him look at her in his arms.

Her red hair falling back on his chest,

Watching her man’s eyes widen at her moans…

Pulling him close and moaning in his mouth.

Loving the look in his eyes,

Loving his best friend’s hands all around her…

Loving the rush…

Loving the occasional threesome.

Torture Shall Begin

She walks in with a big grin on her face…

Carrying one small bowl filled with her secret potions… the witch.

Setting it quietly on the nightstand,

Far enough for him not to know but close enough to reach…

Regaining her rightful place, in his big muscular arms and starting to apply her plan.

Handcuffed far from her, he lays there patiently awaiting his fate…

Slowly increasing his power with each touch she gives him.

His eyes longing for her to share her thoughts but his mind knowing not to ask…

Following her lips and each move they make,

Being mesmerized by her goddess-like appearance and heating up… quickly.

No reason for her to give in to his pleas… now she is in control… just this once.

Smiling softly at him and leaning in, over him…

Allowing her long red hair to touch his bare chest… tickling his senses more and more.

Tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue, but breaking away as he plays along…

Disapproving his control… and leaning in again… towards his ear…

Erotic effects of her lips playing on his earlobe…

And her angelic moans echoing in his ears… teasing and torturing…

Losing his control over all his senses his moans join her in a perfectly synchronized duet…

-shouldn’t have done that-

Pulling on the bonds that tie his hands away from her, pulling closer to her white body…

Pulling his lips closer to hers… pleading softly… “just one kiss.. just this once.”

Parting his lips slowly… raising his chin, a task easily managed… and leaning in…

-but no… not just yet-

Leaning in as well, her lips inches from his and smiling devilishly…

Licking his lips and letting him taste her tongue again…

Not yet though. She still has plans.

Laughing and tightening his collar a bit more…

Sliding slowly over his chest…

Teasing begins and her wet, hot tongue knows her way quite quickly…

Kissing in all the right places… tracing his jawbone and neck…

Licking slowly down his chest… lower and lower…

Torture shall begin…

Your Favorite

Working again tonight, how I despise your boss…

Laying here, on your crimson sheets,

Looking at myself in the mirror you installed on the ceiling…

Pretty hot.

I can see the pattern on my bra and thong,

Spiders, your favorite.

-sigh-

I can see the texture of my red hair falling on my white skin…

The contrast!

Black, red, white

- my panties, my hair and your sheets, - the snow of my skin.

Your favorite colors, or so you say.

Read some stories earlier… all the things you like!

Texted you a few lines… “O My!” your usual reaction to that stuff…

Bondage, knives, begging, leather…

All your favorites…

The short call on your midnight lunch break… o baby!

“Are you alone? Close your eyes.”

Felt my moans flood through your blood stream,

And saw you in the back of my mind holding on…

Laughs of nights where no touches were needed…

Secretly hoping my moans can make it happen again…

“Don’t stop!”

“Not at work…”

“Please…. Now I need it…Please baby!”

“No… not at work…”

How I love playing with you!

How I adore the begging … just like you do!

My turn for leverage… haha how I adore this game!

Calling me again, another break…

Describing the thong…. And what it hides…

Licking my fingers… fingers that went hiking between the valleys of my knees…

So you’re working again tonight, how I despise your boss…

I’m just lying here, on your crimson sheets,

Waiting for you to come home.

Very Well

Putting on my favorite CD,

Blast the music from the speakers, hear the walls tremble.

Sitting here with a dim grin on my face…

Tonight, your turn to scream!

Hungry like never before,

Cry to a god that turned his ears away…

Cry and beg for a savior that shall never arrive.

I can breathe in the taste of your warm blood…

Blood that squirms and boils like venom in your veins…

Sweet, sweet blood.

Oh, dear victim how I love your taste,

The smell inside you makes my heart unfreeze…

Leaning in towards your ear, moaning loudly…

You like this porcelain body of mine, don’t you?

Let me place your hand on my hip, one there and one on my back…

Pull me in greedily; I see you cannot wait, very well…

Rubbing slowly against you…

Feeling you tighten and tighten some more…

Feeling your hands try ripping at my skirt, trying to pull it up or down.

No, little angel, not yet… you must wait.

Your desire shall be fully satisfied.

First, you must fuck me hard baby, harder like never before…

Touching your ear with my bloody lips, pouring poisonous moans in you…

Loud and needy, just like you want them.

Feeling your hands roam freely on my ass…

Pulling down my skirt and falling in valleys too wet and deep.

Feeling your lips snap harshly on my icy neck... scraping mercilessly at my skin.

Moaning in my ear, that’s not a fair game anymore…

Forcing me to lose control over them.

You need this, don’t you?

Need it like a druggie needs his next fix, don’t you?

Very well… and the shirt comes off…

Tomorrow, bite marks on my snow white and cold breasts,

Scraping at my thighs, you’re persistent, my pet…

Fuck me hard, just like you like…

First fill me up and then I shall give in,

Feed you ecstasy from my poisonous fangs…

“I love you, master.”

“I know silly boy.”

“Please… go ahead… please.”

A grin exposing pearls in my mouth,

White, sharp teeth that shall soon show you’re alive…

Feed me during sex, a pleasure for both…

“Very well….”

Would They Ever Approve

“Could the older generations ever understand?

Grandparents and uncles and aunts…

The deep desire for what only we share…

You bring out the sadistic side of me…”

Date under the starts, the first time they meet…

Innocent smile lays on her face, but her body vibrating with him…

No time for words, the moon will set soon enough… not enough time awaits.

No time for introductions, the fantasies they’ve discussed, all possible now

And suddenly there isn’t time enough in the day for all to be fulfilled.

The chivalry in him did not die yet, however the new generation’s blood screams in his veins…

Her pale, cold skin meets the sheets of his bed so quickly…

No time for romance, they’ve been here before…

And the same smile on his face, the pleading sensation tingling her senses…

And she approves.

Coal black handcuffs surface from a close by nightstand and in one blink of an eye

They go on, binding the two for tonight.

Soft kisses and very cold lips meet in no time…

“Would they ever understand our pleasure in this?

Would they ever approve?”