My Dark Knight to Remember
By Danielle Jackson
This is a story that I haven’t told anyone, the night that changed my life forever. If you think vampires don’t exist, think again. At age twelve I started to become infatuated with vampires. It’s something about their dark sex appeal that gets me turned on and how they seduce their prey.
On my twenty third birthday I decide to treat myself to a night out. Usually when I am not busy with schoolwork for I.T., you can find me alone. I love music, poetry and movies. I love smoking cigarettes too. People tell me I should quit, but I’m not committed to do that yet. Picture it. Hefty, full figured, black and beautiful. Long, slim menthol between my full lips.
I thought it was going to be the same dull yearly routine, but what do I know. I arrived at the Luca Lounge in New York City, around nine p.m., after a quick ride from Brooklyn. I wore a black halter dress that showed off my legs and stiletto pump heels. They give me a few extra inches on my five six frame. I sat down at in the middle of the bar and ordered an apple martini.
When I reach in to grab my cigarettes, I see I have a text from a friend at school. The bartender sits my drink down as I am trying to respond. Slipping my phone into my purse and taking a sip as I glance around the room. That’s when I see him. A mysterious looking man is staring at me like a piece of meat. That’s when I know that I will never feel the same after tonight.
He is standing at the corner of the bar alone, smoking a short, skinny cigar. I almost choked on my cigarette when he winked at me, with a devilish grin. Turning away quickly, I realize I am attracted to the stranger. I glance at him again, and this time I feel his presence going into my soul, tempting me to go to him.
His brown, almond shaped eyes gaze into mine. I figure him for one of the Wall ST. type assholes I see on the subway, dressed in a black three piece suit and looking immaculate. He was such a beautiful stranger. Pale but tan at the same time. I could tell he held himself with precise pride. I am impressed, even for my standards; he was breathtaking and too good to be true.
Tall, dark handsome, suave, strong and sexy. I could go on and on. I don’t know where this is going but something has drawn me to him. Why me? He could have any woman; he looks like your typical womanizer. Just his suit told me he had expensive taste, taking another look at him would clean out your wallet. I still dared to find out. Finishing his cigar and he starts to approach me. I stand and my legs feel really heavy.
“What’s your name?” the stranger asks. I am hypnotized for a moment when I hear his deep voice with a sexy South American accent. Why do I feel so weary? I excuse myself to the restroom, leaving him without my name.
“What did he want with me?” I say to myself with confusion. I take a deep breath before I pass out. Using a damp paper towel to blot my face and cool off. When I walk out, he is standing there waiting for me. I almost die of shock.
“My name is Rodrigo. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His cold, strong hand takes mine to rub it gently and raise it towards his cool lips. I let him lead me to a quiet, secluded room. The lights are so dim I can barely see anything except his piercing eyes, locked on mine. My legs tremble and my pussy is dripping with excitement. To myself, I am screaming for his hard dick to be inside me. I became woozy again, but pull myself back together. He starts to sit down on a couch and pulls me into his lap. He runs his lips over mine, murmuring that I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen and how he wanted to do this since I walked into the bar. I can feel the eagerness as he kisses me.
“My name is Danielle, sorry I didn’t respond, I was nervous.” I say with a nervous smile.
“So Danielle, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“Treating myself for my birthday.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah I just turned twenty three today.”
“A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be by herself this time at night, don’t you have a curfew to follow?”
“I wanted to do something for myself besides, what am I, sixteen?”
“I’ve been watching you since you walked in the door. You’re so young and full of life.” Rodrigo chuckles. Smiling with delight he pulls me against him. His cheek is close to mine, I am inhaling his cologne.
Time has stopped since we entered the room. I see the illumination on his watch it reads one a.m. We are still sitting in the room and I know this is a fatal attraction, what’s in between my legs is screaming to be fucked. I am biting my lips and so is he. I have to be honest here, he turns me on. There is sexual tension between us in the room, while he slowly licks his lips again. The scent of my musk begins filling the room, I am nervous. He lifts me off his lap, laying me down on the sofa. Getting to his knees, he spreads my thighs and inhales my scent. I am in shock. I cannot believe that just happened. He inhales my scent again. All I can do is sit there and watch him do this. He sits back down, but can’t keep his hands off my thighs.
“Let me take you home with me.” He whispers against my lips.
Even though, I am not ready for the unexpected. I wanted leave him behind, but for some reason I feel safe with him. He is like my hero that I’ve been longing for. So we leave the lounge and take a cab to his place. While we are in the cab Rodrigo puts his hand on my thigh. He stares at me as his hand goes higher. When he reaches his goal, he starts to massage me through my panties. This is so arousing. His apartment is at least thirty minutes away from the lounge. So he has me soaking wet by the time we make it there.
We are dropped off on Park Ave. As he follows me, I steal a glimpse back. This time he has a yearning stare. He closes the distance between us and kisses me. Suddenly I feel a scrape on my bottom lip. I didn’t know if it was real, or if it was a dream I had. I tried to deny it during the make out session in the cab but now I know what he is, but won’t dare say it. I have to question myself again if this is love at first sight, or just lust?
Rodrigo is luring me into his dim apartment lit with candles. I follow him in and close the door behind myself. I was getting nervous and excited at the same time. I stand there waiting patiently while he hangs up our coats. Pulling me back against his chest he starts kissing me on the nape of my neck. He wraps me tight in his arms. Turning me to face him, he kisses my lips.
“I’ll give you a night to remember.” His voice becomes husky.
Rodrigo smiles at me and that’s when I see his fangs. My body shivered with fear and excitement. I want to scream, but my voice dies and I know there is no escape from him. I figure my mind is playing tricks on me. I can’t believe I am going to have sex with a vampire. He nibbles on my earlobe while he is fondling my breast. His hand is on the way down my panties, rubbing my clit up and down. I am moaning into his mouth when I feel his two fingers slowly slip inside. I am so moist; I notice my scent is in the air again. Rodrigo gently scrapes his fangs on my neck. Taking off all my clothes, he stands back to drink in my naked beauty. He stares at my body like it is fresh water in a hot desert.
“Danielle, you’re beautiful.”
“No, I look like shit.”
“No you don’t, I love the way you are” He says with a warm and gentle smile. Hearing that feels good, and for the first time I actually feel beautiful. Some people have told me that before, but I didn’t believe them. For some reason I know he is genuine. What took him so long to come into my life? It doesn’t matter because he is here with me now.
“Well, I don’t usually do this on the first night.”
“Would it be different if I was human?”
“Umm…. I don’t know.”
“You won’t be disappointed I promise, give yourself to me.” Rodrigo whispers.
I watch as he removes his clothing and when I look down… Oh wow. He is well endowed and I can’t help but stare. It is thick, strong and ready. Rodrigo had a body like a Spartan warrior. He was muscular and built just right. His pale skin shined through the room. He was beautiful he had a body like a body of a God.
“I won’t hurt you, I will be gentle.” he says soothingly. I believe him, but it is also my first time with anyone. Predator or man. He lays me down on the floor, picks up my thighs and starts to eat me out. I am in a submissive state while my wildest dreams are coming true. The more he licks and sucks, the wetter I become. I came on his face and I beg for him to make love to me. The addiction that is in between my legs gets the best of him. He lifts up, grabs my hips and. Is this wrong because he was a predator? Should I feel ashamed of myself? I don’t care because it feels good. Cumming all over his face is fantastic. Rodrigo picks me up and presses me up against the wall. My legs wrap around him tightly. I gasp with pleasure and pain when I feel Rodrigo’s manhood pushing inside me. I am speechless when he starts thrusting into me hard and fast. I love it when he goes deeper, so deep. I softly cry while he is fucking me, Rodrigo’s dick is so big he could tear me apart, but I know that he won’t hurt me. Then he turns me around and slowly fucks me from behind. I scream loudly at how good it feels. He gently pulls my hair while thrusting into my tight heat.
“You like that sweetheart?” Rodrigo asks.
“Yes! Yes!” I say it with intensity while he keeps up the fast pace.
Rodrigo thrust harder and his fangs begin to grow. That gets me hotter. Then he starts to bite me. It’s a painful ecstasy. Then he kisses me with his bloody mouth. The salty tasting blood is dripping from his lips to my face. It is a coppery taste. He bites me on my inner thigh, I screamed with pleasure so loud that the neighbors could hear me. He slips back inside and fucks me slower this time. He holds out until I am cuming again. I feel his cock spasm inside, filling me with his seed. Pushing me farther over the edge, this is the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. I love it!
When we are done the time is 4:45am. My body is shaking all over. My body feels really relaxed. I haven’t been this relaxed since I was on spring break.
“Thank you for trusting me Danielle.” Rodrigo says softly.
“No, thank you! You have taken away all of my pain from being alone for all of these years.”
“Will I ever see you again?” There is so much desperation in it, that I don’t even recognize my own voice when I ask him this question. Rodrigo gazes at me then kisses me on the forehead. My eyes are a little heavy as we begin to cuddle. For the first time... I felt at ease. I went to the
“You’ll see me again, go to sleep my love.” Rodrigo’s voice begins to fade away.
I wake up and find myself back in Brooklyn. I think it was a crazy dream that I had but it wasn’t. I still have the bite marks on my thigh and neck. I don’t know how to describe this but he saved me from emotional torturing, my heartache, and my suffering. Rodrigo left a note on my night table. I can’t tell you everything it says but the last part says “Forever Yours: Rodrigo.” “P.S. I will come back”
He will always be my Dark Knight to Remember.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Vampire On Cardiff Road
The Vampire on Cardiff Road
By Danielle Jackson
Catherine is a 23 year old, young woman that’s living in a suburban neighborhood called “The Baxley”. She works in an advertising company, but is pretty bored with the job. She’s single with no children and lives alone. For the past 5 years she didn’t have the chance to hang out with her friends because she’s a workaholic. She’s very independent, graduated college at the age of 19 and was the top of her class. She had the perfect life for people her age could ever dream of having. A house, a car, but Catherine wasn’t happy. She wanted to enjoy what life had to offer, some excitement, and even some danger.
She is at home doing an assignment for her job when, suddenly she hears a vehicle coming towards her driveway around 10pm. Catherine looks out the window to see who it is. She notices a moving van at the house next door. Meanwhile looking out the window, she discovers the movers are bringing a coffin.
“Why would they bring a coffin?” she asks herself. She turns the lights off in her room and looks for awhile to see what else they are bringing. Catherine thinks it’s the weirdest thing ever to bring something like that next door.
Everything is getting interesting for her until her the doorbell rings. It is her co-worker and best friend Geneva; Catherine forgot that she was coming over tonight to help her with Catherine’s assignment. It is kind of strange to her why would the movers come at night? She doesn’t know much about the new neighbor. But is willing to investigate what’s going on. While the movers are leaving, a young woman is walking towards next door neighbor’s door. Is she clueless to what is going on? The doorbell rings again; she gets to the door with quick feet.
“Hey, how come you didn’t return my call the first time I called?” Geneva says.
“Girl, you have to come to my room”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something I need to show you.”
As they both go upstairs into Catherine’s room, she tells Geneva what happened. She thinks Catherine drank too much coffee this morning. Finished talking, they both start to peep out the window. Suddenly they see a young woman upstairs and candles light up. Then, a man comes up to place his hands on her hips. He stood about 6’4, with a muscular build. He has a face women would read and fantasize about in romance novels. Black haired, blue eyed pale man with a goatee equals gorgeous.
Catherine couldn’t believe it. She is so wet by just one look at him. Catherine and Geneva have become voyeurs of the next door neighbors. The man is caressing the woman and suddenly his fangs grow and close in on her neck, then he looks at Catherine. She can’t believe it. She is shocked that he neighbor is a vampire. The strange man looks at her with a deep stare and pulls the blinds with his long fingers. They are so scared she quickly closes the window and doesn’t speak a word for almost five minutes. Geneva is a little more curious of what is going on with the next door neighbor.
“Close the blinds,” Catherine cries out
“Alright girl, shit.”
“He could be walking toward my house in the mist and we won’t even know.”
“I think they’re trying to scare us, he could be a vamp wannabe.”
That’s when the loud scream comes. The girls are both alarmed when they hear it. Geneva wants to call the police but her conscience told her otherwise. Geneva hand is shaking while reaching for the phone.
“Listen Cat, I am getting ready to go home.”
“Be Careful.” Catherine is worried for her friend. Both of the girls pick themselves up from the floor and head downstairs. Catherine rushes for the door to walk her out. She opens the door, and the tall pale beauty was standing right in front of her door step. Her jaw drops in surprise and she chocks back a scream. The man looks at both of the girls with a lustful stare. Licking his pink, full lips like Catherine is a full course meal and Geneva is a desert.
“Invite me in” The man says with a thick Romanian accent.
“Why I should invite you in?” Catherine wonders.
“Because I saw you, and your lady friend spying on me.”
“It was just in curiosity… I didn’t mean to do it I swear!” she stammers.
“I came over to introduce myself to the both of you.”
“Ok, but please don’t kill us, I have an important presentation to do tomorrow.”
“My name is Dee, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“So, your name is just Dee?” Catherine says confused.
Dee has one of those accents you hear in romantic French movies. He has on a grey suit with a red scarf hanging out, along with matching grey shoes. Catherine secretly likes Dee’s looks and doesn’t want to admit she is aroused by him. Her panties are getting little damp as she looks into his icy, blue eyes. Dee’s body language is very playful, suggestive, and seductive. He is quite taken with Catherine when she opened the door. Catherine’s panties go from damp, to dramatically moist, as he stares at her.
She knows she has heard his voice before. She had a dream about his voice, begging her to come to him. Could that have been him?
“Come in,” she croaks as he stares at them.
The man oozes sex as he swaggers into the room. He is the only vampire that lives in the neighborhood that Catherine knows about.
“I have a bone to pick with you ladies.”
“Uh. What seems to be the issue sir?” Geneva says with a shaky voice.
“You girls have been snooping though my window is that right?” Dee asks with his sexy accent.
“Please, we were just curious to see who is moving in that’s all,” answers Catherine.
Dee is circling the girls trying to figure out if he wants to kill Catherine, or do the unthinkable. He stands there silently to think about it. Catherine wants to run from him but she knows she won‘t.
“Who’s the lady of the house?” asks Dee.
“Catherine is!” Geneva blurts out with a nervous smile.
“So Catherine, you’re the owner of this house?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Ok, May I go home now?” Geneva asks desperately.
“Yes!” Catherine and Dee both say.
“Thank God!” Catherine’s legs feel like lead as she walks Geneva to the door. She tells her goodbye and they will see each other tomorrow. As Catherine is closing the door, Dee comes up behind her and kisses her neck, while palming her breasts. Catherine is more aroused than ever before.
They start kissing, scratching, biting, and squeezing. Dee pushes Catherine up against the wall. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. With one hand he whipped out his cock, and then rips her panties off. His dick felt like about 8 ½ inches long and 3 ½ wide as is slides inside her. Catherine gasps when he is fully sheathed. He starts humping her like a wild dog.
“I wanted to do this since I noticed you,” Dee pants in her ear.
“Well, what the fuck took you so long?” Catherine manages to get out between thrusts.
Dee can tell that Catherine is vulnerable by the look in her eyes. She allowed this to happen even though she didn’t really want it.
“You want some more?” Dee rumbles in a husky voice
“Oh God Yes! Make me come!” Catherine screams very eagerly. Then her orgasm rips through her and stars are in her eyes.
Next thing she knows, Dee is carrying her upstairs with his cock still inside her. Every bump or jostle causes more aftershocks. Dee automatically throws her onto the bed and spreads her legs. Lowering him mouth he begins to eat her pussy, sucking out all her delicious juices. The aroma of their sex is all over the house. Dee’s hand is pressing on her stomach to feel the pressure of her next orgasm. When he finally finds her sensitive spot, she comes again, bucking wildly into his face. This time it is a lot more fluid than Dee could handle. She comes all over the bed and her legs are shaking. Dee wasn’t done with her yet. He flips her over on the bed and slams his hard cock back into her from behind. Catherine moans loudly. He begins to ride her like a jack rabbit. Catherine could not get enough of his pounding. While the pair got down and dirty, she comes again on his thrusting cock.
He pulls out and pushes her onto her back. Moving up he places his swollen head at her lips. She opens wide and sucks his huge 8 ½ inch cock inside. His pre come is leaking into her warm, moist mouth. Catherine tries to swallow the whole thing. It is more than she can handle.
“That’s it Catherine, suck me dry!” Dee moans with a rough but gentle voice. Catherine goes to town at his hard, succulent dick. She continues licking, biting, and sucking.
“Oh, Catherine… I’m going to come” Dee roars powerfully. Catherine’s blow job is so intense for Dee; he finally comes in her mouth. Jet after jet shooting down her throat. She milks all of the semen out of him.
After they catch their breath Dee rips off all of her clothing. He starts at her toes and works his way up. Dee kisses her lips and tugs her bottom lip gently, then worked from her lips to her neck. He wants to bite her, to know the taste of her sweet blood. He nibbles her neck a couple of times. He fondles her breast before he starts kissing and sucking on her erect nipples. Her nipples become raw and sensitive. Catherine is pulling his hair as he continues to work down to her pussy. He is working his tongue into the sensitive area of her clit. His warm moist lips suck the nectar of her fruit. Catherine moans very loud and anxiously. Grinding on Dee’s face as he is eating her out. She has to admit so far this is the best sex she has ever had. Catherine feels like she is finally getting what she craved for so long. Dee grabs her legs to put them on his broad, powerful shoulders as he devours her. His nails slightly scratching her torso. Catherine couldn’t take it anymore, the wonderful sensation beginning to spread through her. When he hits her spot once more, she comes all over his face. Dee couldn’t get enough of her coming for him.
Her hands are wrapped around the head board bed post while he pushes his rejuvenated cock back into her. Dee has grown his fangs for the first time while making love to her and his eyes turn red. A low, dominant growl coming from his chest. Catherine is shocked, but also turned on by his transformation. While Catherine is still in shock, he bites her neck and starts sucking her blood slowly. Catherine felt her life being drained out of her as he is sucking more, and more of her precious blood. She is suddenly falling over the edge again
.
“Be my beloved wife, forever.” Dee demands with blood dripping from his lips.
“I will yes! Make me yours.” Catherine answers with an exhausted voice.
“I just want you to know that I am 1800 years old. Since my wife drowned herself into the river. I have never found another bride to call my own. You remind me so much of her.” Dee had bloody tears streaming down his face.
“I have traveled oceans of time to find the one, and that’s you my dear.”
“That’s why your voice sound’s so familiar. I didn’t know if it was real or just another dream I had.”
“That was me my dear, I know you been alone for so long and I just can’t bear to see you like this.” Dee says with compassion.
Catherine felt the pain in Dee’s voice a she talked. Her boyfriend was killed in a car crash 2 years ago. He was the only person she ever loved. She was lost without him cold, and alone. Just like Dee. Dee kisses Catherine with his bloody lips and then continues to suck her dry. Catherine can’t resist the pain and the pleasure. It is worth every second to her, feeling the pull of his mouth. When Dee is done, he bites his wrist and feeds her his blood. She is almost dead but when his blood hits her lips she begins feeding greedily.
“Good, is it not my lady?” Dee asked in an aroused voice. Catherine sucks so much of his blood Dee has to take his wrist from Catherine. While Catherine is recovering, Dee is also, being grown weak from the blood lost.
After two hours, Catherine is a vampire. Her eyes change from brown to yellow. She gets up from the bed and looks at herself in the mirror. Come to find out there is no reflection. Catherine is a little overwhelmed, but happy because she can spend the rest of her days with Dee. They sleep together through the next day. As for Geneva, she’ll figure it out soon enough.
By Danielle Jackson
Catherine is a 23 year old, young woman that’s living in a suburban neighborhood called “The Baxley”. She works in an advertising company, but is pretty bored with the job. She’s single with no children and lives alone. For the past 5 years she didn’t have the chance to hang out with her friends because she’s a workaholic. She’s very independent, graduated college at the age of 19 and was the top of her class. She had the perfect life for people her age could ever dream of having. A house, a car, but Catherine wasn’t happy. She wanted to enjoy what life had to offer, some excitement, and even some danger.
She is at home doing an assignment for her job when, suddenly she hears a vehicle coming towards her driveway around 10pm. Catherine looks out the window to see who it is. She notices a moving van at the house next door. Meanwhile looking out the window, she discovers the movers are bringing a coffin.
“Why would they bring a coffin?” she asks herself. She turns the lights off in her room and looks for awhile to see what else they are bringing. Catherine thinks it’s the weirdest thing ever to bring something like that next door.
Everything is getting interesting for her until her the doorbell rings. It is her co-worker and best friend Geneva; Catherine forgot that she was coming over tonight to help her with Catherine’s assignment. It is kind of strange to her why would the movers come at night? She doesn’t know much about the new neighbor. But is willing to investigate what’s going on. While the movers are leaving, a young woman is walking towards next door neighbor’s door. Is she clueless to what is going on? The doorbell rings again; she gets to the door with quick feet.
“Hey, how come you didn’t return my call the first time I called?” Geneva says.
“Girl, you have to come to my room”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something I need to show you.”
As they both go upstairs into Catherine’s room, she tells Geneva what happened. She thinks Catherine drank too much coffee this morning. Finished talking, they both start to peep out the window. Suddenly they see a young woman upstairs and candles light up. Then, a man comes up to place his hands on her hips. He stood about 6’4, with a muscular build. He has a face women would read and fantasize about in romance novels. Black haired, blue eyed pale man with a goatee equals gorgeous.
Catherine couldn’t believe it. She is so wet by just one look at him. Catherine and Geneva have become voyeurs of the next door neighbors. The man is caressing the woman and suddenly his fangs grow and close in on her neck, then he looks at Catherine. She can’t believe it. She is shocked that he neighbor is a vampire. The strange man looks at her with a deep stare and pulls the blinds with his long fingers. They are so scared she quickly closes the window and doesn’t speak a word for almost five minutes. Geneva is a little more curious of what is going on with the next door neighbor.
“Close the blinds,” Catherine cries out
“Alright girl, shit.”
“He could be walking toward my house in the mist and we won’t even know.”
“I think they’re trying to scare us, he could be a vamp wannabe.”
That’s when the loud scream comes. The girls are both alarmed when they hear it. Geneva wants to call the police but her conscience told her otherwise. Geneva hand is shaking while reaching for the phone.
“Listen Cat, I am getting ready to go home.”
“Be Careful.” Catherine is worried for her friend. Both of the girls pick themselves up from the floor and head downstairs. Catherine rushes for the door to walk her out. She opens the door, and the tall pale beauty was standing right in front of her door step. Her jaw drops in surprise and she chocks back a scream. The man looks at both of the girls with a lustful stare. Licking his pink, full lips like Catherine is a full course meal and Geneva is a desert.
“Invite me in” The man says with a thick Romanian accent.
“Why I should invite you in?” Catherine wonders.
“Because I saw you, and your lady friend spying on me.”
“It was just in curiosity… I didn’t mean to do it I swear!” she stammers.
“I came over to introduce myself to the both of you.”
“Ok, but please don’t kill us, I have an important presentation to do tomorrow.”
“My name is Dee, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“So, your name is just Dee?” Catherine says confused.
Dee has one of those accents you hear in romantic French movies. He has on a grey suit with a red scarf hanging out, along with matching grey shoes. Catherine secretly likes Dee’s looks and doesn’t want to admit she is aroused by him. Her panties are getting little damp as she looks into his icy, blue eyes. Dee’s body language is very playful, suggestive, and seductive. He is quite taken with Catherine when she opened the door. Catherine’s panties go from damp, to dramatically moist, as he stares at her.
She knows she has heard his voice before. She had a dream about his voice, begging her to come to him. Could that have been him?
“Come in,” she croaks as he stares at them.
The man oozes sex as he swaggers into the room. He is the only vampire that lives in the neighborhood that Catherine knows about.
“I have a bone to pick with you ladies.”
“Uh. What seems to be the issue sir?” Geneva says with a shaky voice.
“You girls have been snooping though my window is that right?” Dee asks with his sexy accent.
“Please, we were just curious to see who is moving in that’s all,” answers Catherine.
Dee is circling the girls trying to figure out if he wants to kill Catherine, or do the unthinkable. He stands there silently to think about it. Catherine wants to run from him but she knows she won‘t.
“Who’s the lady of the house?” asks Dee.
“Catherine is!” Geneva blurts out with a nervous smile.
“So Catherine, you’re the owner of this house?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Ok, May I go home now?” Geneva asks desperately.
“Yes!” Catherine and Dee both say.
“Thank God!” Catherine’s legs feel like lead as she walks Geneva to the door. She tells her goodbye and they will see each other tomorrow. As Catherine is closing the door, Dee comes up behind her and kisses her neck, while palming her breasts. Catherine is more aroused than ever before.
They start kissing, scratching, biting, and squeezing. Dee pushes Catherine up against the wall. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. With one hand he whipped out his cock, and then rips her panties off. His dick felt like about 8 ½ inches long and 3 ½ wide as is slides inside her. Catherine gasps when he is fully sheathed. He starts humping her like a wild dog.
“I wanted to do this since I noticed you,” Dee pants in her ear.
“Well, what the fuck took you so long?” Catherine manages to get out between thrusts.
Dee can tell that Catherine is vulnerable by the look in her eyes. She allowed this to happen even though she didn’t really want it.
“You want some more?” Dee rumbles in a husky voice
“Oh God Yes! Make me come!” Catherine screams very eagerly. Then her orgasm rips through her and stars are in her eyes.
Next thing she knows, Dee is carrying her upstairs with his cock still inside her. Every bump or jostle causes more aftershocks. Dee automatically throws her onto the bed and spreads her legs. Lowering him mouth he begins to eat her pussy, sucking out all her delicious juices. The aroma of their sex is all over the house. Dee’s hand is pressing on her stomach to feel the pressure of her next orgasm. When he finally finds her sensitive spot, she comes again, bucking wildly into his face. This time it is a lot more fluid than Dee could handle. She comes all over the bed and her legs are shaking. Dee wasn’t done with her yet. He flips her over on the bed and slams his hard cock back into her from behind. Catherine moans loudly. He begins to ride her like a jack rabbit. Catherine could not get enough of his pounding. While the pair got down and dirty, she comes again on his thrusting cock.
He pulls out and pushes her onto her back. Moving up he places his swollen head at her lips. She opens wide and sucks his huge 8 ½ inch cock inside. His pre come is leaking into her warm, moist mouth. Catherine tries to swallow the whole thing. It is more than she can handle.
“That’s it Catherine, suck me dry!” Dee moans with a rough but gentle voice. Catherine goes to town at his hard, succulent dick. She continues licking, biting, and sucking.
“Oh, Catherine… I’m going to come” Dee roars powerfully. Catherine’s blow job is so intense for Dee; he finally comes in her mouth. Jet after jet shooting down her throat. She milks all of the semen out of him.
After they catch their breath Dee rips off all of her clothing. He starts at her toes and works his way up. Dee kisses her lips and tugs her bottom lip gently, then worked from her lips to her neck. He wants to bite her, to know the taste of her sweet blood. He nibbles her neck a couple of times. He fondles her breast before he starts kissing and sucking on her erect nipples. Her nipples become raw and sensitive. Catherine is pulling his hair as he continues to work down to her pussy. He is working his tongue into the sensitive area of her clit. His warm moist lips suck the nectar of her fruit. Catherine moans very loud and anxiously. Grinding on Dee’s face as he is eating her out. She has to admit so far this is the best sex she has ever had. Catherine feels like she is finally getting what she craved for so long. Dee grabs her legs to put them on his broad, powerful shoulders as he devours her. His nails slightly scratching her torso. Catherine couldn’t take it anymore, the wonderful sensation beginning to spread through her. When he hits her spot once more, she comes all over his face. Dee couldn’t get enough of her coming for him.
Her hands are wrapped around the head board bed post while he pushes his rejuvenated cock back into her. Dee has grown his fangs for the first time while making love to her and his eyes turn red. A low, dominant growl coming from his chest. Catherine is shocked, but also turned on by his transformation. While Catherine is still in shock, he bites her neck and starts sucking her blood slowly. Catherine felt her life being drained out of her as he is sucking more, and more of her precious blood. She is suddenly falling over the edge again
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“Be my beloved wife, forever.” Dee demands with blood dripping from his lips.
“I will yes! Make me yours.” Catherine answers with an exhausted voice.
“I just want you to know that I am 1800 years old. Since my wife drowned herself into the river. I have never found another bride to call my own. You remind me so much of her.” Dee had bloody tears streaming down his face.
“I have traveled oceans of time to find the one, and that’s you my dear.”
“That’s why your voice sound’s so familiar. I didn’t know if it was real or just another dream I had.”
“That was me my dear, I know you been alone for so long and I just can’t bear to see you like this.” Dee says with compassion.
Catherine felt the pain in Dee’s voice a she talked. Her boyfriend was killed in a car crash 2 years ago. He was the only person she ever loved. She was lost without him cold, and alone. Just like Dee. Dee kisses Catherine with his bloody lips and then continues to suck her dry. Catherine can’t resist the pain and the pleasure. It is worth every second to her, feeling the pull of his mouth. When Dee is done, he bites his wrist and feeds her his blood. She is almost dead but when his blood hits her lips she begins feeding greedily.
“Good, is it not my lady?” Dee asked in an aroused voice. Catherine sucks so much of his blood Dee has to take his wrist from Catherine. While Catherine is recovering, Dee is also, being grown weak from the blood lost.
After two hours, Catherine is a vampire. Her eyes change from brown to yellow. She gets up from the bed and looks at herself in the mirror. Come to find out there is no reflection. Catherine is a little overwhelmed, but happy because she can spend the rest of her days with Dee. They sleep together through the next day. As for Geneva, she’ll figure it out soon enough.
Solitude
Solitude
By Danielle Jackson
Solitude, my sweet solitude. You’re so cold, dark, and hollow to be with. I feel love and hate at the same time when I am with you.
Being alone nowhere with anywhere, and nobody with no one but myself with an orgy of sorrow and loneliness.
Solitude my love we’ve been together for so many years and there are other years to come. It’s been so long that we have created an emotional bond together.
We laughed together; we shed some tears, but always stick together like a needle piercing the skin.
With us together, no body could stop us there will be no failure with our relationship. We share compassion, and the intimacy with each other.
The closed up box that you have given me with my name on to shut me away from family, friends, and society itself.
Others warn me about you, and what damage you could to me physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
They always tell me to stay away from your and that you are dangerous, but I don’t want to.
Whenever I am cold, you keep me warm, whenever I am alone; you keep me company whenever I am in grief; you keep me in comfort
Whenever someone tries to harm me; you are my armor, and strength with the small love that I need the most from others.
When I didn’t fit in, you took me in with care and pity me. When tormented by others in the past, you held my in your arms and told me that everything is going to be alright.
Until this day family and friends tell me that you’re unhealthy and that would keep me from the positive things.
They say that you would keep me miserable and began self mutilation to myself again or end up committing suicide. But I don’t care I am addicted to you and devoted and that is how it’s going to be.
You have always kept me from trouble, from the animosity that was around me all the time, and the negative situations.
Why don’t the see the good side of you instead of the bad. No matter what, I will always stay with you forever my dear solitude I will join you in death if I have to.
I will eat, sleep, bathe, and breathe with you. Day in night you would be inside me as I be inside you. To my love solitude and together we shall be.
By Danielle Jackson
Solitude, my sweet solitude. You’re so cold, dark, and hollow to be with. I feel love and hate at the same time when I am with you.
Being alone nowhere with anywhere, and nobody with no one but myself with an orgy of sorrow and loneliness.
Solitude my love we’ve been together for so many years and there are other years to come. It’s been so long that we have created an emotional bond together.
We laughed together; we shed some tears, but always stick together like a needle piercing the skin.
With us together, no body could stop us there will be no failure with our relationship. We share compassion, and the intimacy with each other.
The closed up box that you have given me with my name on to shut me away from family, friends, and society itself.
Others warn me about you, and what damage you could to me physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
They always tell me to stay away from your and that you are dangerous, but I don’t want to.
Whenever I am cold, you keep me warm, whenever I am alone; you keep me company whenever I am in grief; you keep me in comfort
Whenever someone tries to harm me; you are my armor, and strength with the small love that I need the most from others.
When I didn’t fit in, you took me in with care and pity me. When tormented by others in the past, you held my in your arms and told me that everything is going to be alright.
Until this day family and friends tell me that you’re unhealthy and that would keep me from the positive things.
They say that you would keep me miserable and began self mutilation to myself again or end up committing suicide. But I don’t care I am addicted to you and devoted and that is how it’s going to be.
You have always kept me from trouble, from the animosity that was around me all the time, and the negative situations.
Why don’t the see the good side of you instead of the bad. No matter what, I will always stay with you forever my dear solitude I will join you in death if I have to.
I will eat, sleep, bathe, and breathe with you. Day in night you would be inside me as I be inside you. To my love solitude and together we shall be.
Beauty In America ... Or What's Left Of It ...
What is Beauty? According to the Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary, it could be the four meanings I've listed:
(1.) The quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit: loveliness (2.): a beautiful person or thing (3.): a particularly graceful, ornamental, or excellent quality (4.): a brilliant, extreme, or egregious example or instance.
The reason why I want write a note about this is because is because I know there's some girls out there are still struggling with themselves on the inside with their insecurities and such... I will be your voice!!!
The Media... Don't really get me started on them! Magazine covers, Runway Models, T.V. Shows, Etc. Body Image has always been an issue. Especially for women in The United States, clearly it's been estimating their stakes pretty high more than a decade. What do you really see on Cosmo, and Vogue covers? I'll tell you what... Common versions and copies of Olive Oils (Skinny Women That Look Sickly). On February, 2003 there was an article on BBC News showed that more women are buying products in the diet industry then men. The gross rate varies from $40 to $100 billion alone in the United States. This includes Anorexia, Skipping Meals, laxative abuse, etc. The American research group Anorexia Nervosa & Related Eating Disorders, Inc. Did a study of four out of all college girls in their early 20's are using these methods that happens to be unhealthy. Where I am getting at here is... Why do we do this to ourselves!!!! I think it's disgusting!!! And it's very sad that you have young girls from ages 5-12 years old that are pressured and being programmed in that negative influence. The media is so fucking quick to put down women that are a little overweight, or that has curves. Yet being skin and bones beauty? In this new millennium everyone wants to be like the "Barbie" type and don't want to take the time to love themselves for who they are, or even try to make the effort to get to know yourself!!
We Give Our Power, And Respect Away As Women... As most of us females don't believe, or even realize we give that power to men!! Yeah that's right!!! We give it to them, but for the wrong reasons. Back to magazines... On the "Rolling Stone" If you realize when you see male celebs on the cover they are either show their face on the cover, or full body photo shoots their fully clothe. They have that choice to show some skin voluntarily, but for the most part... They own their modesty and still get noticed!!! When you see female celebs on their cover they show more amount of skin or sometimes nude to be noticed and we give men to decide what beauty is to them!!!! Now don't get me started on rap videos... We defiantly gave them that power to objectify us a (hoes, and bitches). To be honest with you ladies... Most of us lost our self-dignity!!! The shit we do to make it to the top of the popularity food chain and to get men to pay attention to us... Tisk Tisk...
The Younger Generation.... When I have a daughter and she asks me about hair, body, etc. I would tell her that she should love herself for who she is! It's a bit cliché', but the truth!!! If you don't love yourself... How the fuck you expect to love someone else, or expect someone to love you? If you have some curves, embrace them! If you’re a little overweight, don't be discouraged! If you want to lose weight that's fine... Don't take the easy way out by taking 1,000's of pills as an aid, purging, etc. Do it the honest way!! Do it for you!! And please... Don't for it for some man!!!! It's bad enough that younger girls, or women in my generation don't really know that difference between love, and just plain casual sex!!
Last, but not least....
Let go of the should(s) in your life.
Open up to the miracle of you.
Value your uniqueness.
Explore your dreams and passion.
Yield to life and go with the flow.
Obey the voice of your spirit.
Unwind yourself and get cozy.
Renew yourself - body, mind, and soul.
Surround yourself with loving and caring people.
Express yourself- be true to you!
Linger longer at what you enjoy.
Feel God's special love for you!!! -- By Nancy Leigh DeMoss
Thanks for reading!!!!
(1.) The quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit: loveliness (2.): a beautiful person or thing (3.): a particularly graceful, ornamental, or excellent quality (4.): a brilliant, extreme, or egregious example or instance.
The reason why I want write a note about this is because is because I know there's some girls out there are still struggling with themselves on the inside with their insecurities and such... I will be your voice!!!
The Media... Don't really get me started on them! Magazine covers, Runway Models, T.V. Shows, Etc. Body Image has always been an issue. Especially for women in The United States, clearly it's been estimating their stakes pretty high more than a decade. What do you really see on Cosmo, and Vogue covers? I'll tell you what... Common versions and copies of Olive Oils (Skinny Women That Look Sickly). On February, 2003 there was an article on BBC News showed that more women are buying products in the diet industry then men. The gross rate varies from $40 to $100 billion alone in the United States. This includes Anorexia, Skipping Meals, laxative abuse, etc. The American research group Anorexia Nervosa & Related Eating Disorders, Inc. Did a study of four out of all college girls in their early 20's are using these methods that happens to be unhealthy. Where I am getting at here is... Why do we do this to ourselves!!!! I think it's disgusting!!! And it's very sad that you have young girls from ages 5-12 years old that are pressured and being programmed in that negative influence. The media is so fucking quick to put down women that are a little overweight, or that has curves. Yet being skin and bones beauty? In this new millennium everyone wants to be like the "Barbie" type and don't want to take the time to love themselves for who they are, or even try to make the effort to get to know yourself!!
We Give Our Power, And Respect Away As Women... As most of us females don't believe, or even realize we give that power to men!! Yeah that's right!!! We give it to them, but for the wrong reasons. Back to magazines... On the "Rolling Stone" If you realize when you see male celebs on the cover they are either show their face on the cover, or full body photo shoots their fully clothe. They have that choice to show some skin voluntarily, but for the most part... They own their modesty and still get noticed!!! When you see female celebs on their cover they show more amount of skin or sometimes nude to be noticed and we give men to decide what beauty is to them!!!! Now don't get me started on rap videos... We defiantly gave them that power to objectify us a (hoes, and bitches). To be honest with you ladies... Most of us lost our self-dignity!!! The shit we do to make it to the top of the popularity food chain and to get men to pay attention to us... Tisk Tisk...
The Younger Generation.... When I have a daughter and she asks me about hair, body, etc. I would tell her that she should love herself for who she is! It's a bit cliché', but the truth!!! If you don't love yourself... How the fuck you expect to love someone else, or expect someone to love you? If you have some curves, embrace them! If you’re a little overweight, don't be discouraged! If you want to lose weight that's fine... Don't take the easy way out by taking 1,000's of pills as an aid, purging, etc. Do it the honest way!! Do it for you!! And please... Don't for it for some man!!!! It's bad enough that younger girls, or women in my generation don't really know that difference between love, and just plain casual sex!!
Last, but not least....
Let go of the should(s) in your life.
Open up to the miracle of you.
Value your uniqueness.
Explore your dreams and passion.
Yield to life and go with the flow.
Obey the voice of your spirit.
Unwind yourself and get cozy.
Renew yourself - body, mind, and soul.
Surround yourself with loving and caring people.
Express yourself- be true to you!
Linger longer at what you enjoy.
Feel God's special love for you!!! -- By Nancy Leigh DeMoss
Thanks for reading!!!!
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