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Friday, April 29, 2011

The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Five

My dearest Richard,

I've found a new adventure for us--one I’m sure you'll enjoy as much or more than I already have. If you agree to join in the entertainment, it will test your stamina, but I trust that you and Priapus will be up to the challenge, as one might say. Intrigued? Read on.

I discovered a pair of young lovers in a glade over a mile from the house. I'd decided to take a long walk after breakfast and was following a path through the woods when I overhead female laughter at a distance. I thought little of it, imagining that some country lasses had simply strayed from the road in search of wildflowers. But then, the laughter turned to sighs and the sorts of rapturous cries that you've coaxed from my own throat with your adoration of my body.

Perplexed that I hadn’t heard a male voice, I crept forward until nothing but a stand of ferns separated me from the lovers. Two young women, the blush of innocence still on their cheeks, lay on top of a pile of their clothing, naked as the Almighty had made them--one plump with curling red hairs covering her sex and the other more long-limbed with dark hair.

"Now, Sally, you mustn't be shy with me," the taller one said as she slipped her fingers between the lips of the redhead's pussy. "You‘ve made me spend, and it‘s time I did the same for you."

The redhead placed her hand to her forehead. "'Tis naughty."

"Trust me. It feels good. Let me show you," said her friend. "It's only fair."

"I'll swoon," Sally replied. "You’ve already make me weak, and my heart is beating so. If you continue, I‘ll faint dead away. I know I will."

"Now, Sally. You must do what I say, or I'll tell your mother what I saw you doing with young .Michael behind the barn."

Sally gasped. “You spied on me.”

“I was the one who told him where to find you. He’s a randy fellow. I’ve had him myself.”

At this point, I had to cover my mouth to keep from giggling, the two of them were so charming. I only regretted that I hadn’t seen them with the young man so I could watch them being properly frigged. Still, the vision of the slender fingers between those plump thighs made an erotic picture that I hope to share with you soon, my dearest. Details will follow. For now, let me continue my tale.

"Do what you will," Sally said finally. "I have no power to stop you."

The dark-haired one stretched out next to Sally and studiously watched Sally's face as she petted Sally's puss. After a time, Sally's skin turned a bright pink, indicating her mounting excitement. Her friend never slowed the movements of her fingers as Sally's breath turned to gasps and then cries. In time, Sally stiffened, and her hips jerked upward as she let out a long, low note that rose to a crescendo. The lusty thing had, indeed, climaxed just as her friend had ordered.

When she'd quieted, her friend bent over and kissed her lips the way any lover would. In truth, I'd never imagined that girls would do such things with each other. I must admit that I found it highly sensual to watch, and I imagined myself included in their play. I became aroused enough watching that I decided to join them and beg the same loving attentions to my sex that they’d shown each other.

I made myself known to them at that moment, pushing aside the ferns and stepping into the glade. They both gasped, jumped up, and tried to cover themselves with their clothing. But, I was having none of it.

"What naughty things you are," I declared, doing my best to scowl at them. "I saw what you did, and now, you must be punished."

They both begged me prettily, swearing that they'd done nothing wrong at all and entreating me to keep their secret. It took all my restraint not to laugh, but to act on my plan to take my own pleasure with them. So, I kept my frown firmly in place. I must have succeeded, because they continued entreating me for mercy and promising anything for my silence. I had them in the palm of my hand.

"Well, my young ladies," I said. "You'll demonstrate with me what you were doing just now so that I may judge for myself whether you’ve committed an evil that I must report to your families.”

They both agreed. I suppose I should feel guilty for taking advantage of them in this way, but they seemed so eager to please me, and besides, I didn’t ask for anything they hadn’t already freely done with each other. If I believed what I’d overheard, neither of them retained their virginity, so I wasn‘t really stealing their innocence. By contrast, the two of them knew much more about sex than I had at their age.

I tell you honestly, my darling, that I'd never felt a woman's hand on my body in any kind of sexual gesture, but those two had taken such lustful enjoyment from caressing each other, I couldn't help but want to try their games. Soon, my clothes joined theirs on the ground, and the three pairs of hands and lips indulged themselves in voluptuous caresses with no restraints. I learned that the dark-haired girl was named Bess and that she responded to a massage of her breasts with squeals of delight. While I indulged her, her friend played with my puss, remarking on the hardness of my pearl and the moisture that coated her fingers.

"Why, my lady," she exclaimed. "You've become so wet so quickly."

"You will, too, when you've had more experience and have taken a grown man's tool inside you."

"I would so dearly love to do that," Sally said, and Bess ceased her delighted pleasure sounds to agree.

“We’ve only had a young lad, and he spent so quickly we hardly had any enjoyment of the act,” Bess said.

"Perhaps I can arrange for a romp with an experienced man if the two of you can satisfy me," I answered.

The possibility inspired them to do their utmost to win my co-operation, and they turned all their attentions to my fulfillment. Sally kissed me sweetly before devoting all her attentions to my breasts, kneading the flesh and tugging at the nipples. In the meantime, Bess worked my sex as though she'd made a great study of how best to tantalize those sensitive spots. And perhaps she had gone to great lengths to learn the female response there. After all, she and her friend had made each other spend before I'd arrived, and she no doubt had played with herself on earlier occasions.

In short, my love, I soon found myself most exquisitely pleasured, only lacking your magnificent cock to make my joy complete. Nevertheless, I allowed my memory to travel back to our afternoon in the gardener's cottage, and in no more than a few minutes, I'd reached the sexual plateau that precedes the flight to orgasm.

I lay, floating in a sea of arousal, as the two girls pushed me ever higher. Though I fought off the final rush in order to enjoy the anticipation, my body eventually could endure no more, and I caught fire. With a shout of completion, I climaxed with a power that I hardly would have imagined possible with anyone but you.

The girls clapped their hands with delight that they'd managed to give me such a marvelous orgasm, and they reminded me of my promise to bring them a man to teach them more about the ways of the flesh. Of course, that would be you, darling Richard. If you think you would enjoy a romp with three willing females, I can promise you that you'll find these two eager students. I agreed that the four of us should meet tomorrow at the same time and in the same place. You and I can leave after breakfast, ride a short distance, indulge in our hearts’ (and bodies’) desires, and be back before luncheon.

What say you? Will you agree to satisfy three adventurous women? Do you think you can? I have faith in you and remain,

Your most devoted X
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My delightful girl,

Your story reminds me of the most licentious reading I’ve ever encountered, and imagine!…it’s all true. Yes, I’ll take up your challenge, and I doubt you’ll find me wanting. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch two women stroking each other in that secret place between their legs. The prospect of watching three, and one of them you, sends my mind into sweet, forbidden places. The possibility of then sliding my stiff tool into all three of your cunnies, drives me nearly mad with lust. My darling, I’ll hardly sleep until we can make this dream a reality. If I didn’t already love you to distraction, the promise of these delights would capture my heart for all eternity.

Certainly, take me to this glade. The three of you may have me and my cock to use in any way that pleases you.

Beside myself with loving you,

Your enraptured Richard

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Strictly Research

Content Advisory: Erotic
January pulled her car up in front of the brick house in the serene neighborhood. She double checked the address to make sure she didn’t knock on the wrong door. Glancing at her watch, she noted that she was fifteen minutes early.
To kill some time, she opened her email on her iPhone. Nothing but junk greeted her. She systematically deleted almost one hundred emails. Looking up at the house, she saw the front door stood open.
A petite woman with blonde, curly hair occupied the doorway. She smiled at January and motioned for her to come in. Taking a deep breath, January grabbed her purse and notepad and climbed out of the car.
She traversed the walkway and extended her hand. “You must be Tara. I’m January James. Thanks for having me over.”
Tara shook her hand. “Please, come in. We’ve been waiting for you.”
January stepped into the foyer and immediately spied the two men seated on the couch. Their hushed conversation ceased when she entered the room.
Tara moved forward and pointed toward each man. “Jake. Adam. This is January.”
“Nice to meet you both.” Right away, January was drawn to Jake. Like the gravitational force of the moon, something in his gaze acted as a magnet. She resisted the pull and fought to maintain her equanimity.
“Can I get you a drink?” Tara asked. “I just opened a bottle of Chardonnay.”
January smiled at her. “Sure. That would be great.”
Tara touched the arm of an overstuffed chair that sat a few feet away from the couch. “Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”
Switching her phone to vibrate, January sat down and retrieved her steno pad and a pen.
“So, you’re a writer?” Adam asked, picking up a Corona long neck from the coffee table and taking a pull. He appeared a little smaller than Jake with light brown eyes and a military-style haircut.
January thought both men would turn her head if she passed them on the street but she kept looking back to Jake.
“Yes, I am.” She crossed her legs and clicked her pen. “I appreciate y’all allowing me to interview you for my next project.”
“Always happy to help.” Jake winked at her.
She stared into his sleepy blue eyes and had an urge to run her fingertips over his shaved head.
Tara returned with two wine glasses. She handed one to January and kept one for herself. Tara sat down between the two men. Her denim skirt rode up her legs. Adam placed his hand on her bare thigh.
January took a sip, hoping the alcohol would help smooth out her nerves. This was the first time she decided to actively research a topic for a book. Mostly, she utilized various search engines on the internet or consulted reference books. This time around, she wanted to get a taste, firsthand, of the lifestyle she wrote about.
“So, you two are married?” January looked between Tara and Jake.
“Yes.” Tara giggled. “We’ve been married for six years. And Adam has been sharing our bed for three years.”
“Does he live here?” January inquired, pen poised above paper.
“No. I have my own place and my own life. I just come over when they invite me and I fuck Tara. Sometimes, Jake and I fuck her at the same time and sometimes I fuck her when he’s at work.” Adam’s hand slid further up Tara’s thigh as he spoke.
“Are you married, Adam?”
“Nope.”
Nodding her head, January scribbled his answers on her pad. Not addressing anyone in particular, she asked, “How did y’all meet? And how did the three of you end up in bed together?”
Jake leaned forward. “Adam and I have been friends since grade school. When Tara told me she had fantasized about fucking him, it was a no brainer. I called him. He came over. He fucked her. I watched. Cut and dry. Well, not really dry.” Jake laughed. “You catch my drift, right?”
January nodded in agreement. The heat spread from her belly up to her chest and neck. Though she wrote some seriously hot erotic fiction, Jake’s candor both embarrassed and excited her.
She tried not to stare as Adam’s hand disappeared under Tara’s skirt.
“You came here to watch, didn’t you?” Jake asked, slipping his hand under Tara’s t-shirt and moving up to her breast. He kept eye contact with January as he fondled his wife.
January took a gulp of her wine. “I did come to watch. Are you going to do it right here in the living room?”
“We usually start with foreplay in here and then move to the bedroom.” Jake pulled Tara’s t-shirt over her head and lifted her leg to drape over his thigh.
Adam maneuvered her other leg in the same position over his thigh, effectively opening her legs.
Tara leaned her head back and sighed when Jake’s tongue flicked her nipple before sucking the already hard peak into his mouth.
Adam reached down and pulled her panties aside, revealing her smooth pussy. He rubbed her lips before slipping his finger inside her.
January watched while her body reacted to the scene unfolding before her. She probably should be taking notes, but couldn’t peel her eyes away long enough to write anything down.
Tara’s hand dropped into Jake’s lap and she pulled on his belt.
“Let’s move this party,” he said, standing up.
Adam picked Tara up from the couch and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their mouths met in a heated kiss, tongues intertwining.
Jake smiled. “You coming, January?”
Swallowing hard, she tried not to react to the innuendo. “Yes.” She followed the trio down a long hallway and into a spacious room with a large bed set against the wall. She caught the scent of vanilla from a candle burning on the bureau.
Scanning the room, she realized there was nowhere to sit. Backing up against the wall, she clicked her pen nervously.
Adam wasted no time removing Tara’s clothes and burying his face in her pussy. Jake sat on the opposite edge of the bed and watched his friend eat his wife out.
Jake patted the spot on the bed beside him. “You can sit here if you want to watch this in 3-D.”
January noticed the bulge in his jeans and, for a moment, wondered how good it would feel to have him fuck her, right there beside his wife and best friend.
Moving forward, she gingerly sat on the bed, not wanting to disturb the action.
Tara moaned and clutched at Adam’s head as he continued to lick her clit and finger fuck her.
January thought this experience would be like watching a porno movie but seeing the live action up close and personal was way different. Way better. Moisture seeped between her legs and she pressed her thighs together.
Jake held his hand out to her. “Give me the pen. It won’t do you any good without paper.”
Absently, she clicked it once more and handed it over.
He placed it on the night stand and stared at her. “What do you think, so far?”
“Umm…very interesting. Very…umm…exciting,” she stammered, trying to smile and keep her breathing in check.
“Something you might like to try?”
She bit her lip. “Yes.”
What?
Did I just say “yes?”
Holy shit!
While she battled with her inner voice, Jake reached out and took her hand and pulled her closer.
Tara cried out. “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Jake leaned over and sucked on Tara’s nipple, no doubt intensifying her climax.
Adam didn’t let up until Tara stopped trembling and started breathing again. He stood up and smiled while he stripped off his clothes.
January eyed his cock just as Tara got on her knees and swirled her tongue around the head.
Jake also stood and began disrobing.
January watched him with baited breath, frightened and intrigued by the situation. How did she get herself mixed up in this?
I don’t have to do anything.
I can get up and walk out now if I choose to.
But she didn’t. She sat on the edge of the bed and alternately watched Jake disrobe while Tara sucked Adam’s dick.
Catching a glimpse of Jake’s sizable erection, January licked her lips involuntarily.
He smirked and climbed up on the bed and angled himself behind Tara. His hand slipped between her legs and he fondled his wife’s cunt.
Tara looked over her shoulder just as Jake took his cock in his hand and guided it to her entrance. He grabbed a hold of her hips and bucked hard, sinking his length into her.
Tara mewled and turned back to take Adam into her mouth again. The wet slurping of her mouth became louder and mixed with the sounds of heavy breathing and light moaning. The percussion of flesh slapping against flesh gave tempo to the erotic melody.
January sat silently, watching and listening. She imagined how it would feel to have a thick, hard shaft pumping into her pussy while deep-throating another cock at the same time. She shivered and squirmed and her pussy began to throb.
Tara cut her eyes to January and pulled back from Adam’s erection, stroking it with her hand. “Do you want to suck Jake’s cock? He loves that, January. Take your clothes off. Nobody will do anything you don’t want them to. You say stop and everybody stops.”
January thought for a moment and looked down as her fingers seemed to move of their own accord, unbuttoning her blouse. When she looked up again, Tara had straddled Adam and was bouncing on his cock hard enough to jar the entire bed.
Jake sat back on his heels, holding his cock in his hand. “Need some help?”
Shrugging out of her shirt and standing up to slip off her jeans, she nodded.
Jake advanced. He put his arms around her middle and unclasped her bra, freeing her ample breasts. “Very nice.” He slipped his fingers into the elastic of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs where she stepped out of them, leaving her naked.
He climbed off the bed and stood in front of her. He angled his head down and touched his lips to hers. His tongue moved into her mouth, coaxing her lips to part. His heated cock pressed against her belly.
January’s body broke out in goose bumps.
His hands began a lazy exploration over her curves. His fingers strummed her nipples before moving lower.
Instinctively, she stepped her legs apart, allowing him access to her center. He cupped her pussy, slipping a finger between her folds.
Her pleasure button ached and she grew anxious awaiting the contact she needed.
Without warning, he pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. Positioned between her legs, he squeezed her breast before rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. He leaned over and circled her other nipple with his lips. The sweet pull of his mouth caused her clit to throb and her breath caught in her throat.
As much as she wanted to come, she needed to taste him. She rose up, pushing him back. Crawling forward, she grabbed a hold of his cock. She sucked his entire length, letting her teeth lightly scrape over the head as she retreated. She tasted the sweetness of Tara’s pussy combined with the saltiness of his pre-come. January looked up at his face.
He groaned through clenched teeth and tangled his hands into her hair.
She cupped his balls and tugged gently as she increased the pace of her head bobbing on his cock.
January watched Adam flip Tara over onto her back. He put her legs over his shoulders and began fucking her hard. Tara panted and moaned with each of Adam’s thrusts.
Jake closed his fists in January’s hair and pumped his shaft into her mouth deeper, touching the back of her throat. “Do you want me to fuck you like he’s fucking my wife?”
He pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto her back. Climbing up between her legs, he stroked his thick cock. “Is that what you want?” he asked again.
Her heart accelerated with anticipation and she nodded.
“Say you want me to fuck you, January.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Perfect.” He smiled and angled himself between her legs. Pushing her legs open wider, he plunged into her with one strong stroke.
January closed her eyes and dug her nails into his biceps. With every thrust, he stretched the walls of her pussy and slipped over that sensitive spot inside her. He closed his mouth over hers and muffled her cries of pleasure. Moving his hand between their bodies, his thumb pressed down on her clit.
Her cunt contracted with each revolution of his thumb. She wasn’t going to last long. Already, her pelvis tightened and her nipples hardened. He established a steady rhythm of thrusting deep while simultaneously massaging her swollen clit.
January’s body tensed, her fingertips burned and tingled and her toes curled. She might have screamed when he slammed into her harder than before. The depth and force of his penetration triggered her orgasm like detonating a bomb.
She lost all control. Her hands fell to her sides while little bursts of light erupted behind her eyelids. He granted her no respite and continued to fuck her through every spasm until he stiffened and filled her with his thick, hot seed.
After several minutes, January’s breathing and vision returned to normal. She looked over at Jake lying beside her, his fingers twisting through her blonde tresses.
She didn’t remember seeing Tara and Adam get up but heard the shower running and assumed they were in it.
January shook her head and laughed. “I can’t believe I just did this.”
Jake looked at her. “Did you have a good time?”
She smiled. “Oh, yes. Absolutely. You know, I just started writing this book. There’s a possibility I will need more research to finish it.”
Jake laughed. “We’d be happy to help you with that.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on May 28, 2011!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Things We Do For Love ~ Aphrodisiacs

Aphrodisiac—1. An agent (as a food or drug) that arouses or is held to arouse sexual desire. 2. Something that excites.
                                                                                                  Webster’s Dictionary

With such a general description, aphrodisiacs can range from chairs to caviar—dildos to dancing. There’s sure to be something for everyone. Derived from the Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite, aphrodisiacs have been used by every culture for millennia. Often times an item fell into favor with no scientific evidence.

So why does society need aphrodisiacs? In modern day the saying ‘Variety is the spice of life’ probably rings the truest. With the life span of people growing ever longer, it’s conceivable to be in a relationship with one person for seventy years. Society’s drive for the fountain of youth often finds octogenarians still sexually active. With a little imagination and a few aphrodisiacs, couples can enjoy an active sex life for decades.

Hundreds of years ago the need for aphrodisiacs was quite different. One possible theory is to balance diet. In a time when the rich got fatter from eating too much meat and too many sweets, aphrodisiacs may have been used to bring a sagging libido back into play. The scenario is similar to people of today who frequently fuel their bodies with fast food and chemical laden drinks instead of healthy choices that rev the body with energy and vigor. Let’s face facts; anybody who has stuffed themselves on Thanksgiving knows that lazing on the couch after dinner sounds a lot better than going three rounds in the bedroom. Thus was the daily life of the rich and privileged.

Fertility rituals were also a big hit in ancient times. As heirs to the throne and large families to work the fields were coveted, people employed a wide variety of aphrodisiacs. Plants, herbs, and even animal totems were thought to hold the secret combination to impregnation.

Virility often times sent warriors, kings, and any man wishing to prove his manliness, searching for the magic remedy that could trump the natural limitations of male sexual performance. Hindu scholars have studied these matters for thousands of years and have an extensive research on erotology, or the science of love-making.

Before modern dentistry, tooth decay was prevalent and went hand in hand with halitosis. Nothing quashes desire like a bad case of morning breath. And so the search for remedies to combat bad breath ensued. Many were aromatic, some even astringent and anti-septic. Today, few people with love on their mind forget to brush, floss, and rinse.

Aphrodisiacs can be split into several groups for better identification—analogous, associative, cannibalistic, therapeutic, sensory—and let’s not forget novelty.

Analogous, which means ‘similar to’, are aphrodisiacs that resemble sexual body parts. A sliced fig for example, can resemble a woman’s vagina and therefore be arousing to some when eaten. Cucumbers, a most phallic symbol, have always gotten a good rap as a woman’s best friend in the refrigerator.

Associative aphrodisiacs are those that we associate with sexual activity. Whether from stories we heard as kids, folklore, or our own experience, these aphrodisiacs remind us of the erotic. Many sexual stimulants cross over to other groups. Something that is analogous can also be associative.

If you partake in cannibalistic aphrodisiacs, this does not mean you are Hannibal Lecter. Often times misunderstood, cannibalistic simply refers to the eating of the vital organ of an animal—not your neighbor. Many believed they would absorb the strength and virility of the animal by eating the organ, i.e. bull testicles, or known in finer establishments as Rocky Mountain Oysters. Yum.

Aphrodisiacs that are sexually stimulating are known as therapeutic. These can be drunk, inhaled, snorted, rubbed on to the skin, or eaten.  Mainly therapeutic aphrodisiacs reduce inhibition and let a person’s sexual nature shine through. As many will attest to, there’s nothing sexier than a drunken bridesmaid around one in the morning.

Sensory aphrodisiacs are those which prolong or make sex more intense. Massage, porn movies, or sexual games, and even erotic art just to name a few.

Lastly are the novelty aphrodisiacs. These are things that had fallen into favor and the merchants pushed to sell. At one time the potato was considered a novelty aphrodisiac. Nowadays penis enhancers, Viagra, or any herbal remedy touted to enhance the libido can be lumped in this group.

Some of the most common items and foods have been and are still considered aphrodisiacs.

The apple—from the beginning of theology, the apple has reined as the forbidden fruit. The world may have been a very different place if Eve had not offered Adam the apple.

Alcohol—taken in small quantities, liquor can turn a wallflower into the most sexually confident woman in the room. Alcohol has been known to relax inhibitions and make something that was old and in a rut, a new exciting experience. Nothing says getting laid like dinner and drinks.

The Carrot—we were always told that eating our carrots would make our eyesight better, but the Arabs believed stewed carrots in milk stimulated both sexual appetite and performance. One must wonder. Chocked full of vitamin A, B1, C, E, and carotene, this snack certainly couldn’t do any harm unless you’re lactose intolerant.

Dance—from ancient times dance has enticed, teased and lured the opposite sex. The infamous Dance of the Seven Veils, performed by Salome, so inflamed King Herod he granted her the head of John the Baptist, which is kind of creepy considering he was married to her mother, but a testament to the seductive powers of dance.

Eyes—with a coy glance or a flutter of the eyelashes a single message can be conveyed. More powerful than words, the glance given from one person to another speaks volumes.
           
Leather—whether on an expensive handbag, a riding crop, or a pair of chaps worn by a male stripper, leather is a turn-on. The aroma and texture have many shoppers gliding their hands lovingly across a new sofa as they inhale the expensive odor.

So do aphrodisiacs work? The only answer is if it jazzes up the users sex drive then it works. Not all aphrodisiacs are created equal just as no man is created the same. What might be one man’s aphrodisiac may be another man’s lunch.

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If you enjoyed Aphrodisiacs, please read next months more in-depth look at specific aphrodisiacs, their origins and effects. Also, don’t forget to read part three of The Girl Who Cried Wolf on Friday, May 13.

asJaxon Vailsa


Copyright © Jaxon Vail

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

*Reference: Aphrodisiacs—An Encyclopedia of Erotic Wisdom

Monday, April 25, 2011

Convention-al Affair

Content Advisory: m/f sex

Jeff rubbed his hands together as he surveyed the room. He’d arrived in Vegas a full day early so he’d have plenty of time to prepare. Looking over all he’d done, he knew he’d made the right decision.

Amy would arrive sometime today. The sales company that both worked for held a national convention every year. They’d met several years ago and had become friends, despite the fact that they lived on opposite coasts. Though he’d lusted after her from the first, nothing sexual had ever happened between them. He hoped to change that this year.

Last year, Amy had been fresh from her divorce so he’d been her shoulder to cry on. This year, he knew she’d begun dating again. He wasn’t letting her get away.

Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” sounded from his pocket and he smiled. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. “Hey, Amy. Are you here?”

Her laugh tinkled across the line and reminded him that this attraction wasn’t all about lust. He felt good just being around her. Sex would be a bonus.

“Yes. I just checked in. Where are you?”

“I’m in my room. Change into a sexy bikini and meet me down by the pool.” An image of her in a revealing two-piece crowded into his mind and he almost groaned aloud.

“Ten minutes. Don’t be late.” With another chuckle, she hung up on him.

After a quick stop at the front desk to finalize his plans, he made his way to the pool. It was still early in the day and not many had ventured out yet. He found Amy right away and almost growled at the slick guy on the chaise next to her.

Stomping over, he got within hearing distance without attracting attention from either one.

“I told you, I don’t want a drink. I’m waiting for someone.” Frustration tinged her voice and he wondered how many times she’d told the guy to bugger off.

“And now I’m here.” The smarmy pick-up line made Jeff roll his eyes. Did that ever work?

“My boyfriend will be here any minute and he won’t like you hanging around.”

 “He shouldn’t have let you come down here alone, beautiful.”

He’d heard enough. Jeff stepped up behind Slick and clamped a hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard. The would-be Romeo grunted and tried to get loose.

“You bothering my girl, asshole?” He knew that his large size often intimidated others and he used that to his advantage this time. When Slick turned to look at him, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

“No. No, I was just keeping her company.” The man’s voice, several octaves higher than when he’d been trying to seduce Amy, quivered a bit.

His point made, Jeff released him and jerked his thumb. “Beat it.”

Without another word, the guy slinked away to the other side of the pool area. He sat under an umbrella and watched them.

“My hero.” Amy batted her eyelashes and smiled up at him. He couldn’t wait another moment to taste her.

“Hey, beautiful.” Jeff leaned down and captured her lips.

Gasping, she opened her mouth and Jeff took advantage of the opportunity to slip farther inside. His tongue swept every crevice, her sweet taste overwhelming him. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

Settling his knee on the lounger between her legs, he pressed his bare chest against her barely there bikini-clad breasts and slid his hand into the hair at her nape. He pulled her closer still and changed the angle of their kiss, delving deeper still.

The sound of someone clearing their throat finally broke through and Jeff pulled away, looking up at the waiter standing beside the chaise. From the look of amusement on the guy’s face, he must have stood there for several moments before Jeff noticed him.

“Would you like a drink?”

Jeff stood to his full 6’4” height and the waiter backed up a step, the smirk falling from his face.

“No, thanks.”

With a nod, the guy hurried back to the bar at the corner of the swim area.

He looked down at Amy and noticed two things. The rapid rise and fall of her chest told him that she’d been as turned on by their kiss as he’d been. Her narrowed eyes and pursed lips said she was angry. Hopefully not about the kiss.

“Why’d you send him off? I did want a drink.” She huffed and he could barely contain his grin.

“Come upstairs with me. I have a surprise for you.”

Her brows furrowed and her teeth worried her bottom lip. “I don’t know, Jeff—”

“Please?” He held out his hand.

She studied his face and he could see in her eyes when she made her decision. Slipping her hand into his, she allowed him to pull her up into his arms.

“Thank you.” He pressed a brief kiss to her mouth, then stepped back and collected her towel and the bag that sat near her chair.

Hand in hand, they headed into the hotel. The tension during the ride up to his floor rose along with the elevator. This was a step in a new direction in their relationship. He hoped she wouldn’t regret it later.

At his door, he slid his keycard in and cracked the door open. “Close your eyes and no peeking.”

Amy arched a brow, but complied. Once he was sure she couldn’t see anything, he led her inside. He closed the door and dropped her things in a pile. A few more feet into the room and he stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

He felt her gasp and watched her take in the room. Roses in vases sat on the dresser and both nightstands. A stand holding a champagne bucket and bottle stood near the head of the bed on one side, two glasses next to the roses on that table. A room service table held a platter of fresh fruit.

Turning under his hands, she looked up at him. “What’s all this?”

He led her to the bed and crouched in front of her. “I’ve wanted more than friendship with you for a long time, but you were married. Last year was too soon. I want you, Amy, and after that kiss downstairs, I hope you want me too.”

Gazes locked, he let her see the truth in his eyes. After several tense moments, she nodded.

Relief flooded through him and he crushed his lips to hers. This time, she opened immediately and met his tongue. The erotic slide of tongue-on-tongue, coupled with her sweet vanilla flavor pulled a groan from him.

Deepening the kiss, he cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive tips already protruding through her thin bikini top. She pushed into his hands and moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He broke away and trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulder, her chest, making an erotic beeline for her breasts. Sucking her nipples through the bathing suit top, he drew deep. She clutched his head closer and tightened her legs.

Switching sides, he gave that breast the same attention and Amy rubbed against him. He could feel her, hot and wet against his stomach. The evidence of her desire brought another groan from deep inside him. He had to see her.

Untying the flimsy straps at her back and neck, he drew the top away from her. Her perky breasts had small berry-colored nipples that tightened to hard little points as he stared.

“Beautiful. I knew you would be.” He licked first one tip, then the other.

Amy pushed forward, but he backed off. Pulling the strings on either side of her hips, he kissed his way down her taut tummy. When he reached the thin material, he pulled it away to reveal her smooth mound.

Pressing her back to lie flat on the bed, he yanked the bikini bottoms from her entirely and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy, flushed, swollen and slick, called to him and he answered. He lapped at the juices coating her slit. Still sweet with a touch of musk, the taste of her broke his control and he dove in, swiping away any bit of moisture he could find.

He thrust his tongue inside her and her body bowed, pushing her hips into him.

“Jeff! Oh God.” Need made her voice thin and shaky.

Sitting back on his heels, he massaged her nether lips and looked up at her. She’d propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. Naked, spread out like a bounty before him, he’d never seen her look more beautiful.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” He continued to rub her sex, avoiding the place he knew she wanted him to touch most.

“Make me come. Please.”

His dick, already harder than he’d ever been, pulsed at her throaty plea. Yeah, he’d make her come like she’d never come before. He plunged two fingers inside her and rubbed her G-spot. Several more passes over it and he could feel the tissue inside her raise slightly.

He added another finger and finally touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. A sharp cry escaped her and she arched her hips toward him. The muscles of her sheath rippled over his fingers as he worked her desire higher. Thank God she was close. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.

His tongue circled the sensitive bundle of nerves a couple of times before he sucked her clit into his mouth, drawing hard as he pumped his fingers faster and deeper. Her body bowed up as she screamed his name. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his fingers and he could wait no longer.

Dropping his swim trunks and rolling on condom, he thrust inside her and stopped. God, she was so tight and her orgasm still wracked her body as her pussy clamped around him. His balls tightened and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Not this first time.

Jeff withdrew and plunged back inside her, setting up a fast, hard rhythm. Her legs came up around his waist and she met him thrust for thrust.

“Yes! Deeper. Harder. Please.”

He barely heard Amy’s pleas from the blood rushing through his ears, but he answered by pushing deeper and harder. She started to shudder around him and he reached down, pinching her clit.

With another scream, she fell apart around him once more. The muscular contractions rippling along his cock pulled his own orgasm out and he stilled, closing his eyes as he filled the condom, waves of pleasure crashing through him.

Drained, he dropped to her side and pulled her close. After several moments, he noticed her rubbing circles on his chest. At least she wasn’t running away. Maybe the rest of his plan would go as smooth.

He pulled out of her, dropped a kiss on her forehead before heading to the bathroom to clean up. “Be right back.”

After disposing of the condom, he took a few breaths and headed back out to his woman. Amy had pulled the covers back and propped herself against the headboard. He grabbed the tray of fruit and set it on the bed next to her.

Popping open the champagne, he filled the glasses and joined her on the bed, sitting in front of her. Amy accepted a glass, but her gaze had turned wary.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He brushed her hair behind one ear.

“I’m wondering what this means for our friendship.”

“What do you want it to mean?”

She huffed and set her glass down on the table beside her. “Damn it, Jeff. Don’t play games with me. You obviously planned this. What I want to know is what next.”

Time to lay his cards on the table. His glass joined hers and he took her hands in his.

“I meant it when I said I’d wanted you for a long time. And not just for sex. You are the woman I’ve looked for and now that we’re both free to pursue a serious relationship, I’m hoping you’re interested in that too.”

He held his breath and watched her face. The tension drained from her expression, replaced by surprise.

“I had no idea you felt this way. What about our jobs? We live on opposite sides of the country.”
She hadn’t said no. Yet.

“Actually, I was offered a position in your office. We could be in the same town and see where this goes. If you’re willing.”

She stared at him, her mouth slack. Had he read her wrong? Maybe she just wanted a fling? Suddenly she jumped into his arms, knocking him on his back.

“That is the best news I’ve ever heard. Yes, I want to see where this goes.”

He flipped her and settled between her legs. “Good answer, babe. Let’s celebrate with some champagne.”

Grabbing a glass from the table, he tipped it over breasts. Her squeal turned into a moan when he bent to lick it off her. He’d make sure she didn’t regret her decision, starting now.

****
Please return on May 3rd for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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Copyright © 2011 Scarlett Jameson

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Deadly Beauty (An Erotic Vampire Romance)

Content Advisory: Contains scenes of violence and f/f sex. 

 Deadly Beauty

She prepared to step onto the small stage, adjusting her breasts in the cups of her bra, pulling at the tiny strips of elastic of her black lace panties. The stench of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol drifted up to her, making her sick to her stomach.

“And now please welcome to the stage…Calypso Dreams!”

Like the name of the club she worked in, ‘The Paradise Bar’, her stage name also carried a tinge of irony. The name was fake, of course. Her real name, Nadine Shepard, sounded nowhere near glamorous enough for the dive she danced in.

Nadine stepped onto the stage just as the girl on before her—a tall, small-breasted woman with too many tattoos—stepped off. The other dancer was not to Nadine’s taste; she liked her women to have curves—breasts and an ass—not all straight lines and angular corners. 

The other woman, ignorant to Nadine’s thoughts, gave her a brief smile before brushing past.
Nadine strutted out, her long legs looking endless in the gold, strappy three inch stilettos. A haze of smoke drifted up in front of her; the smoking ban laws flouted with both disregard and disrespect. She tried not to squint in the sudden bright light, knowing her eyes would adjust within a few moments. Sometimes she wished they didn’t. It would be easier to pretend she was somewhere else if she didn’t have to see the punters sitting in the front row, all trying to hide their erections beneath long coats or crossed legs.

The Paradise Bar wasn’t a classy joint. Located in London’s East End, in the dark and seedy back streets of Whitechapel, it was never going to attract the best clientele. Instead, the bar attracted London’s finest—older, fat men, with saggy jowls and sad eyes, and skinny young lads sporting sleeves of faded tattoos. Whatever their background, they were all here for one thing; to watch the girls dance.

 
Taking pride of place, center stage, a silver pole joined the floor to the ceiling. Nadine headed over to it.

A couple of shots of cheap vodka, as she got ready, had been needed to stop her from running, screaming from the club. She knew the other girls did stronger stuff—coke, crack, meth—but she didn’t plan on going down that route. It was an easy trap to fall into. They started the drugs to cope with the job, but then they needed the job to pay for the drugs. A downward spiral.

Nonchalant disinterest met Nadine’s appearance on stage. One guy in the back started to clap, but when he realized no one else joined in, he immediately stopped. She cast her gaze across the room to catch the clapper in her sight, but something else caught her eye.

Her forehead creased; a faint, almost imperceptible movement and her eyes narrowed. Someone sat at the back of the bar, someone sitting alone.

A woman?

 
Sure, plenty of women liked strip joints. Nadine had watched groups of them giggle and scream from behind their hands, as though watching strippers was the most exciting and dangerous thing they had ever done—as though it somehow made them more interesting. But normally the women were in groups, dragged along by business men in suits, and they always went to classier establishments.

Nadine’s eyes did not leave the lone woman as she reached up with her hands and pulled herself up onto the pole. She wrapped her slender legs around the cool metal and let go. Her head tilted back, her long, dark hair brushing the floor. She stretched her legs out to show off her strong thighs, and arched her back, knowing her breasts appeared round and full in the black lace balcony bra.

Taking hold of the pole again, Nadine opened her legs wide and slid back down, the pole pressed between her thighs.

She twisted herself onto her flat stomach and pushed her round ass into the air, straightening her legs in the high stiletto heels. Her legs were still spread, only a thin piece of black lace covering her pussy.

The music continued to thump. She looked up, swinging her hair out of her face. The solitary woman was still there. Still watching her.

They were all watching her, the sensible part of her mind told her. They paid good money to watch her.

Yet still, there was something about the woman that set off Nadine’s well-honed sense of danger.

That evening, on her way to work, Nadine had been certain she was being followed. She couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had something to do with the feeling. She didn’t start until ten, so night had long since fallen when she started her walk from the flat she shared with two other working girls. London’s East End streets were never safe, but yet she had gotten used to them. Maybe she’d grown too blasé about the dangers they held. Yet that night she’d been certain eyes were on her, had even thought she heard footsteps follow her down the dark alley leading to the club. Each time she spun around, the street had been empty.
Now she had the same impression again; the intense sensation of someone watching her.

Trying to push the feeling away, Nadine continued her routine.

The punters approached her to give her tips. Pushing tens and twenties into the small strips of material she still had covering her. Experience had taught her how to avoid the ones after more, the punters who tried to tweak her nipple or slip a finger along the crotch of her g-string.

With skill, she whipped the notes out of her bra and slipped them into the side of her panties. Then she reached behind her and quickly unhooked her bra, dropping the lingerie to the floor and freeing her breasts.

She cupped her tits in her hands, pushing her already ample cleavage together. She bent over to give the punters in front a closer view of her breasts and the men behind a view of her ass. She knew they would be thinking about standing behind her, fucking her in that position. In front of her, the woman still stood at the back of the bar. Still watching.

A long time had passed since Nadine last had sex with a man. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sleeping with men, more that she didn’t like men. Too much time spent in places like this simply put her off.

She glanced up to see the woman had left. No, she hadn’t gone, she had simply moved to a different position on the other side of the bar. How did she get there so fast? One minute she had been sitting in one spot, the next she was standing across the room. Nadine didn’t think the woman had left her vision long enough to move without her noticing.

The woman stood closer now. Red hair framed her face, but her eyes were dark, strangely dark.

Nadine knew enough about sex. She read the lust in those strange black eyes. But she saw something else as well, a different need, a different desire; one Nadine couldn’t put her finger on.

Something else was strange. Here was a beautiful woman in a bar filled with testosterone pumped, sex crazed men, and yet not a single man had hit on her. No one offered to buy her a drink; no one even tried to talk to her. Even the other girls left her alone. Not one of them approached her, offering a private dance or more.

Nadine looked up again to discover the woman had gone, vanished as though she had never been there. But in the moment just before she disappeared, Nadine recognized the look in the woman’s eyes.

It was hunger.

Nadine did not join the other girls for drinks after work. They hadn’t invited her and she had no wish to go. She didn’t care that she was an outcast among her peers; she had no interest in socializing with them.

At two in the morning, she left the club. She had changed into a sweater, leggings and fake UGG boots; an outfit completely opposite to the slutty clothes she wore for dancing.

Her steps sounded almost silent as she walked down the alley, toward the main road. Ahead of her, the headlights of cars passed across the exit and groups of young people headed home after a night out. Their laughter floated over to her, becoming louder, before drifting down the street. She heard the sound of breaking glass as someone dropped a bottle. The scent of stale urine violated her nostrils and she turned her head to one side, hoping to avoid its source.

Suddenly, the figures of two men—one large and bulky, the other shorter—blocked her view of the road ahead.

Her heart started to pound, her breath caught in her chest. This wasn’t good. Something like this was never good.

The smaller one nudged the larger man with his elbow. “Look what we’ve got here,” he smirked. “It’s one of the whores from the club.”

“You working out of hours, love?” the bigger guy leered. “Fancy a three-way?”

Nadine kept her head down, not making eye contact, hoping they would get bored and go away.

“Oi! Love, I’m talking to you,” the big one continued.

“Look, she thinks she’s too good for us,” said the smaller guy. “Fucking slut.”

They stood only a few feet from her now. She could walk around, try to side step them, but she decided to walk straight through them. Men were like dogs and horses—they could sense your fear.

As she attempted to walk through, the big one grabbed her elbow. She tried to shake him free, but he held her fast.

“I don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice sounding forced.

“Ha! Your type are all about trouble.” The small one’s voice was full of disgust.

“So you going to do us a special rate then?” said the big one. “Two for the price of one?” He winked at his friend.

“Please…”

The man reached out and grabbed her breast beneath her sweater, his fingers painfully gouging her skin, despite the thick material.

“Hey! Got the fuck off of me!”

But he didn’t stop there. Using his grip on her breast, he pulled her toward him. He shoved his hand beneath the waist band of her leggings, delving down between her thighs.
That was when she knew this was going to end badly.

Just let them do what they want, she told herself. It’s not much past what you do anyway. Lay still and play nice and you will walk out of this alive.

Yet despite the sensible dress down, her body didn’t want to be compliant. She snatched his hand away, and then, when he came in for a second go, she drew back her fist and punched him full in the face.

Pain speared up through her arm and she clutched her fist, but the man backed off, his own face clutched in the palm of his hand, blood pouring between his fingers.

“You fucking bitch…”

Seemingly from out of nowhere, the metallic glint of a blade appeared and all around Nadine the world stopped. This wasn’t kids messing around anymore. Rape was possibly one of the better things that could happen to her.

“Please…” she said again, stepping away.

But he kept walking forward.

“Blake…” the smaller guy warned, knowing his friend had taken things too far. “Leave it.”

Blake was past listening.

Nadine turned to run, but he lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She hit the ground, her chin slamming painfully on the concrete. Her teeth jarred together, narrowly missing her tongue. The stench of urine poured over her; ammonia combined with her fear and pain, making her eyes tear.

The knife’s cold metal pressed against the skin of her throat. Blake sat astride her, his weight pinning her down.

For a moment, he withdrew the knife and her heart leaped in hope, thinking he might back off. Then he plunged it deep beneath her ribs and her breath exploded from her lungs. Nadine gasped, winded. She felt a strange sucking sensation as he pulled the knife out and stabbed her again.

His erection pressed hard against her leg. Disbelief tinged the dull knowledge that she had been stabbed. The pain hadn’t hit her yet, but she knew it was coming.

Suddenly, Blake lifted off her and flew through the air, hitting the wall. Nadine heard the sickening crunch of neck bones breaking and the thud as he hit the ground. The other man squeaked in fear and turned and ran.

What was happening?

A pair of low heeled boots appeared in front of her face. Nadine found the strength to take her gaze up the curve of brown leather and the voluptuous body above, to see the person they belonged to.

The woman from the bar.

 
Nadine thought she should be more surprised, yet part of her had been expecting this woman’s reappearance, however strange the circumstances.

But she was dying; the world fading away. Her blood covered the ground beside her and soaked into the front of her sweater.

Was this how her life ended? After all the years trying to come to terms with the rejection of her parents, the fear and loneliness after being bumped from foster home to foster home. All of that pain and effort and sacrifice, only to die in a stinking alley.

The woman kneeled down beside her, seemingly unconcerned by the blood soaking into the blue of her tight jeans. She reached a pale hand out to Nadine. Long and elegant fingers gently touched Nadine’s cheek.

Nadine was cold, but this woman was colder.

With skin as white as bone and those dark eyes, she was frighteningly perfect, as an angel or a demon might look. No rouge tinted her full lips. Her hair framed her face in a mane of fire, its hue so startling against the lack of color in her skin.

She should have been terrified, yet this woman’s presence ebbed calm into Nadine’s tortured and dying soul.

Her face drew closer. Nadine’s breath stuttered in her chest, believing the woman was going to kiss her. Just the idea of having this stunning, strange creature’s mouth against her skin was enough to drown her fears of dying.

But her lips did not touch Nadine’s. Instead, they brushed against the soft velvet of her ear and whispered, “I can save you. All you have to do is say yes.” An accent Nadine couldn’t place touched her voice.

This wasn’t just a simple offer to save her life.

Who was this woman? What was she?

“All you have to do is say yes,” the woman said again.

Her strength faded, soaking into the ground as effortlessly as her blood. She occupied the moment before she dropped into a deep sleep, her limbs heavy, her mind thick. Could she even open her mouth to give her answer? Did she have the strength?

Her lips felt dry. As she opened her mouth to give her answer, the skin stuck together. Using Nadine’s own blood, the woman wet her finger and moistened Nadine’s mouth.

“Yes,” Nadine croaked. “Yes.”

She moved too fast for Nadine’s weary eyes to register. She saw a flash of white fangs elongated and horrifically sharp. Then the woman’s mouth gripped her throat.

Fresh pain speared through her, but the sensation seemed distant and faint, as though happening to someone else.

Nadine sank into the black.


She woke with a ferocious hunger. Like a baby seeking a nipple, she clawed out of the darkness, looking for something to satisfy her need. Her mouth met cool flesh, but she sensed the flow of warmth beneath.

Something about her had changed. Acting purely out of instinct, she sunk her teeth into the offered skin.

Fluid flowed, its copper warmth somehow familiar.

She fed with a frantic need, drawing the thick liquid over her tongue and down her throat. With each swallow, her strength regained.

Finally she broke free and Nadine looked up.

In front of her sat the strange woman from the bar.

The woman’s beauty stole Nadine’s breath. The red hair misted like a halo around her face. Her dark eyes had a depth to them which was both beautiful, yet terrifying. She smiled at Nadine and from somewhere in the smile came the flash of white.

There was no escaping the woman’s sensuality; her curves, from the bow of her mouth to the swell of her breasts. Nadine only wanted to touch her.

Memories, confused and disjointed, came back to her. She was going to die and this woman had saved her.

 “You saved my life,” Nadine said, her voice raw and hoarse.

The woman shook her head. “I gave you a new one.”

Nadine felt different; stronger, sexier, and her body buzzed with life.

She took in her surroundings. Together, they sat on a huge, four poster bed. Rich, sumptuous materials and fabrics were spread out beneath them. Expensive furnishings and dark mahogany wood adorned the room.

“What did you do to me?” she asked. “What are you?”

“I am a legend, a myth. I am something your kind does not believe in.”

“My kind..?”

“Humankind.”

Her heart should have caught in her throat, but Nadine barely felt it beating. All of her seemed different. She could breathe, but she no longer felt the need to, and the blood running through her veins was no longer her own.

“What are you?” she asked again.

“A vampire. And soon, so will you be.”

Her mind swam. This couldn’t be happening. Yet a part of her accepted what this stranger told her.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“You are Nadine.” The way she said her name was like tasting something exotic.

“Yes, I am. But who the hell are you?”

“My name is Adrienne Gellespie. I am more than four-hundred-years-old and I have been searching for you my whole life.”

Nadine shook her head, scared to look at the striking woman sitting in front of her. Yet her eyes were drawn. Her beauty had something magnetic about it and Nadine found herself unable to turn away.

“I don’t know what to believe,” she whispered.

“Believe what is real.”

Adrienne leaned forward, her long fingers tracing the line of Nadine’s lips. Nadine opened her mouth and the cool fingers slipped inside. Her tongue darted, touching Adrienne’s fingertips, her lips closing around them.

All she wanted to do was reach out and touch her pale skin.

“You are so beautiful,” Adrienne said. “The moment I saw you, I had to have you.”

“Have me?”

“In every sense of the word,” her accent rolled. “You are mine now. I created you, so you are forever in my servitude. I am your mistress, but I will also be your protector, your friend, your lover.”

Nadine couldn’t hide the cold thrill of lust racing through her, converging from her pussy, up through her breasts, finally releasing in the fullness of her mouth. She knew she should be fighting this, yet it seemed she was incapable. Whatever this woman wanted, she would do.

Slowly, Adrienne moved toward her, her mouth parted. The lethal slithers of her fangs protruded and they filled Nadine with fear. Was this really happening?

The vampire’s mouth found hers and the kiss was sweet and deep. Their tongues met and Nadine’s tongue tentatively touched the fangs that had so filled her with terror. The sharp tooth nicked her tongue, the few drops of blood causing Adrienne to moan. She kissed her deeper, drawing Nadine’s tongue deep into her mouth, sucking on the blood.

Adrienne’s hand cupped her breast, the cool fingers sliding across the hard nub of her nipple.
Now it was Nadine’s turn to moan and her own hand reached out, pulling this strange and beautiful creature toward her.

Adrienne pulled at her own shirt, ripping the buttons and exposing her flesh. She wore no bra. Her breasts were full and heavy and perfectly round, her nipples dark against the white of her skin. Nadine’s mouth fell to them; first one and then the other, her tongue circling, her teeth grazing.

A gentle push to the top of her head sent Nadine lower, across Adrienne’s flat stomach.

She wriggled out of the tight jeans, revealing a scanty pair of panties. Nadine headed down. The vampire was bare, not a single hair to spoil the soft, willing flesh.

Nadine breathed in her scent through the lace, her tongue probing against it, feeling her moisture beneath. Adrienne moaned and pushed her pussy against Nadine’s tongue, encouraging her.

“I am your mistress now,” she whispered from above. “You will pleasure me and love me, and I will do to you in return.”

Nadine pulled the wet lace to one side. Her tongue slipped inside Adrienne’s moist folds, slowly licking up toward her sensitive nub. She gave it a gentle flick with her tongue and repeated the motion.

Adrienne squirmed with pleasure, her own hands touching her full breasts, squeezing her nipples into hardened peaks. The sight made Nadine’s own body tighten; her cunt convulsing.
She went back to her clit and licked, faster now. She pushed a finger inside Adrienne’s slick pussy, and her tight muscles gripped and relaxed against her digit.

“Wait,” Adrienne gasped. “Together, we need to come together.”

The vampire sat up, her red hair almost burning, her dark eyes flashing with want.

Quickly, she helped Nadine remove the rest of her clothes and then Adrienne climbed between Nadine’s legs, paying back the pleasure.

The coldness of her tongue was a shock on Nadine’s hot skin. Adrienne pushed her tongue deep inside and Nadine gasped. Never before had she experienced such intensity. Whatever Adrienne had done to her had fired her sexuality to another level. Adrienne feasting upon her as no one else had before—as if she were starving. Her whole mouth covered Nadine’s mound. Her lips pulled and sucked at Nadine’s labia, her tongue hardened and thrusting. When her cool finger found Nadine’s clit, rubbing it in firm circles, Nadine’s head swam with pleasure.

Adrienne lifted her mouth, her lips wet with Nadine’s juices. “I want you to taste me again,” she said.

 
Carefully, she turned her body until her pussy hovered above Nadine’s face. She buried her face back between Nadine’s thighs, intending for them to lick the other to climax.
Nadine took the firm flesh of Adrienne’s peachy bottom in her hands and pulled the vampire’s cunt down toward her mouth.

Adrienne tasted so sweet, unlike any woman Nadine ever had. She took the delicate slips of skin between her teeth, nibbling gently. Adrienne ground down, encouraging Nadine deeper and Nadine hardened her tongue, pushing it deep and curling around to hit the sensitive fleshy spot on the inside of Adrienne’s wall. The vampire groaned in delight, the vibration sending a thrill through Nadine’s clit.

Their orgasms mounted, fierce and strong, building deep inside. Just as she was about to come, Adrienne turned her mouth and sunk her fangs into the inside of Nadine’s thigh.

The orgasm convulsed within her, the waves pummeling her over and over. She screamed out loud with its force and her whole body jerked as the aftershocks came. Adrienne moaned as her own orgasm wrapped around her, holding her in its embrace.

 
They lay, spent together, wrapped within each other’s arms.

Was it magic Adrienne held over her, something to do with what she had done? Nadine didn’t care. All she knew was that in this woman’s arms, she finally felt peace. She was home.

“Now what?” Nadine asked. “Am I what you say I am? Am I like you?”

Adrienne shook her head. “Not yet. To be like me, first you must kill.”

She didn’t know how she felt. Her brain and conscience told her this was wrong, that she wasn’t born to be a killer, but the excitement and need rising up inside her had a whole other plan.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” Adrienne said, her dark eyes flashing wickedly.
She rose from the bed, and still naked, opened the bedroom door and walked from the room.
Within moments she was back. Held in one hand and carried like a naughty puppy by the scruff of his neck, was the smaller man from the alley. Blake’s friend.

“You won’t be properly turned until you make your first kill,” Adrienne said. “If you want us to stay together, you must kill him.”

She dropped the man and he scrabbled away, staring at the two naked women with a mixture of lust and terror.

“Do you want us to be together?” Adrienne asked again.

She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

Nadine looked down at the man at her feet. Moving faster than she ever thought possible, she fell on the man, pinning him to the floor. He shrieked like a caught rabbit.

Above her, Adrienne let out a gasp of pleasure.

Nadine turned her head to the man beneath her.

And bit.

~*~
The novella, Deadly Beauty, is available to buy fom Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

When erotic dancer, Nadine, is attacked and stabbed in a dark alley, the last thing she expects is to be ‘saved’ by lesbian vampire, Adrienne.
While Nadine had sworn off men as a human, now a newly turned vampire, she struggles with her new desire for both sex and blood. And when River, a sexy, but dangerous male vampire, is thrown into the mix, Nadine has to wonder if she really wants to be with another woman for the rest of eternity...
(Warning; contains scenes of explicit sex, including lesbian, anal, and ménage, and some violence. Intended for an over 18 reader only.)
 
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Copyright © 2011 M.K. Elliott
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