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You are standing there, when suddenly you feel a hand touch the back of your neck. Gently is massages you, and then you feel it caress the side of you neck. Mozart in your ear, you are enveloped by the smell of cloves, of cinnamon, of sandalwood; my smell. And then, you feel a prick in your neck; exquisite, pain and pleasure fill you. Honey in your mouth, a roaring fire in your veins. And then, suddenly, it is gone; and you hear me say, "Hello my love"
And then you are mine.
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Your back is turned as I walk up to you. You feel my hand, again, touch the back of your neck, and I feel you sigh with pleasure, with anticipation. My hand drifts slowly, running through your hair, and move down to the small of your back, gripping your hips. You feel yourself pulled into me, the same smells around you; burning cloves, cinnamon, sandalwood. I turn you around, and you are caught by my eyes. Breathless, you tremble as I sink to my knees, and gently push you back into an overstuffed chair. I slowly push up the hem of your skirt; the white skin of your inner thighs soft beneath my hand. I kiss you there, by breath like flames against your skin. My tongue, hard, hot and wet, caresses you. And then, again, that endless mix
of pleasure and pain as my fangs sing slowly into you. You cry out; either in agony or
ecstasy, not even you know. And when I stop, and gaze up at you, there are tears in your eyes, and a smile on your lips.
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You walk in the door, and stop short. The house is filled with light; hundreds of candles shedding their soft glow. Within the flickering warmth, you see a shadow move. Me. As I walk forward, you start to speak, but I put a finger to your lips and gently caress them. I take your hand, and silently lead you to the bedroom. As you walk in before me, you feel me tie a blindfold around your eyes. The velvet is soft and cool on your skin. You feel yourself gently placed on the bed, satin sheets sighing with the movement. Your arms are raised above your head, and the feel of the silk I use to tie your wrists fill you with excitement, and dread. My lips brush
against your neck, teasing you with my kisses. You can see nothing, and all the feelings are amplified a
thousandfold. You feel everything. You feel the cold silver as I use it to cut away your clothes, the cold metal raising chill bumps as it grazes down your body. The wind from outside caresses you; it makes the hands rubbing up and down your body feel like flames. Suddenly, you feel nothing. "Where are you," you cry. Then you feel my hand, slowly moving up from your feet, up your calf, lingering on the soft skin of your thigh. You writhe as I taste you, crying out as my teeth sink into you. Fire rushes through your veins, yet you know that it is nothing
compared to what is to come. You have waited for this, for this night, for me. As you feel my kisses move up your body, you begin to move and squirm. Anticipation makes it almost unbearable. When you feel me enter you, everything else ceases to exist. We are one body, one mind, one heart.
Then, you feel my lips on your neck again, this time they are wet and soft. I kiss you one last time, and press your mouth to my neck, and speak for the first time. "Drink," I say, and you can taste the cut I have made for you. The blood fills your mouth like honey, like fire, like ice. It is all you want, all you need, all you have ever lived for. It fills you utterly, leaving room for nothing and no one else, and then, suddenly, it is gone, and you find that your wrists are free; you have torn the silk binding them.
You cry for more, but I am gone. You lick your lips, and know that I will return.....
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I sit in the dark, clove in one hand, a glass of red wine in the other, contemplating the power of first's. The first of everything is by it's very nature special and
magickal. Some we can't remember: Our first breath, first word, first step. Others we can: our first love, the first time we make love. These things stay with us for the rest of our lives. I sit here in the dark, and watch you sleep, and think of first's. You. My first child. Conceived in love, rapture, and pain. Unlike our first birth, though, this one we can remember. I look at you, skin pale and smooth, and think of firsts. Tonight will be a first for you. A first night in your new life. The first time you see the world with your new eyes, eyes that have gone from just
green to emerald. The first time you will see as I have seen, hear as I have heard.......taste as I have tasted. Tonight.........your first taste.
The streets are dark. It has been a hot summer, but the first rains did nothing to cool it down, just made it dank and steamy. You walk beside me, dressed in a long green velvet dress. We walk into a club, the music pounding in your head, vibrating every bone in your
body. The smell of beer and smoke nearly overpowers you, and you grab onto my leather clad arm, the jacket damp from the mist outside.
Then you see her, and the hunger takes over, giving you strength. Dancing by herself. Young, no more than eighteen. Long black hair, pale skin, black makeup. Swaying to the music, oblivious to all around her. Moving her hips and arms, almost like she is hearing something no one else is. We walk up to her, and begin danving as well. Our arms around her...the heat from her skin burning us. The salty smell of her reaching deep into us, sending shivers through us. You take one of her hands, and I take the other, and we lead her out of the crowds, and down to the river. You face her, and I reach around her and pull you together and both into me. Her mouth is hungry against yours, as she pushes herself harder between the two of us, like she is trying to push herself into us, become us. Her hands reach up and grab your hair. She gently pushes you down to your knees. You lift the hem of her skirt, and as her musk envelopes you, I can see the hunger take over. You run
yo!
ur tongue up her leg, stopping at the thigh, and begin to kiss her there. She wants you to keep moving up, to her sex, but I can feel the very moment that you slide your teeth into her. She stiffens, and then shudders with pleasure. You can feel the blood filling your mouth, sliding down
your throat. Filling you. Compleating you. gently I lower her to the ground, and you lay across her body as you feed. Nothing has ever been like this. This is different from being with, so must
salter, hotter, baser in nature. So.......animalistic.
When you are done, you look up at me...your eyes glazed. You come to me in a kiss, and I can taste her blood and sweat in your mouth. I lick clean you teeth and your lips. You look into my eyes and say...
"Again"
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