“You’ve been a bad girl.” He towered over me. I nervously went to take a sip from my glass, but he took it from me before it reached my lips. After setting the wine on the bedside table, he pulled me to him roughly, his hands pressed into my lower back. This kiss this time was more forceful, more urgent. At first, our tongues intertwined, but then he pulled back, our lips barely touching, making me strain to press my lips to his. He was in control of the situation, and I was in trouble. Just the way I like it. His hands slid down my back and over my butt, and he grabbed it forcefully, wadding the fabric up in his hands. My dress was quickly pulled over my head and off and thrown into the corner of the room. He lifted his lips away from mine and kissed down my chin, under my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone. Meanwhile, his hands expertly released the hooks on my bra. My heavy breasts pressed the fabric forward and away from my body. His lips followed the strap off of one shoulder and down my arm. Then the bra was tossed in the general direction of my dress. With his hands on my upper arms, he pressed his face into my breasts. First the right, then the left, his mouth encircled my nipple. His teeth pressed into my skin with a large but gentle bite, while his tongue circled around with the added occasional flick. Then with some suction, he dragged his teeth over my skin and bit the nipple before drawing away. His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, and he pushed me down to the floor. The tip of his hard cock trailed over my body as I descended, and it sprung up in front of my face. I did not start sucking as he had done with Mr. Calloway. Instead of immediately taking his cock in my mouth, I went to his balls first. Kissing them, licking them, I cupped them in my hand and pressed my middle finger at the base. Normally I would kiss my way up his shaft, but he was too impatient for that now. He put his hand on the back of my head and made a fist, grabbing a handful of hair. My head bobbed back and forth under his control as he fucked my mouth. His cock filled my mouth with a silkiness, but I made an effort not to gag when it forced its way down my throat. With all the excitement, I thought surely he would cum soon. I was wrong. Instead, he yanked my head back and pulled me to my feet. His hands pressed into my back again, firmly pushing my breasts into his bare chest. He put his lips next to my ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you just as your Mr. Calloway fucked me. And there is nothing you can do about it.” He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. I heard him pick up the oil. His hand slid down my stomach and his fingers spread around my clit, and he used that to grip my hip and pull me into standing. My legs were locked with my ass in the air, while my head stayed buried in the covers. His other hand reached between my thighs and spread my legs apart. I stiffened and waited for the feeling of the oil dripping down my crack. It didn’t come. Everything stood still for a moment. His fingers didn’t move over my clit, and his other hand didn’t touch me at all. I felt the movement of his body and knew what was coming a split second before it happened. As soon as I had begun to wonder what the stillness was about, his open hand smacked my buttcheek with a painful slap. And then again, slowly, deliberately, another blow was dealt to the other cheek. “In addition,” he said, with another smack, “you disobeyed me.” Smack! Smack! Suddenly, his hand was in my hair again, and he pulled me up to a standing position. He put the half full glass of wine in front of me. “Finish it.” I drained the glass. He pushed my head back into the bed. I stiffened, expecting the next spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, as I expected earlier, he deliberately poured the oil over my ass. It dripped between my cheeks, then between my lips and down my inner thigh, although I couldn’t confirm that all of that was just oil. His hands went to work rubbing it in, making sure I was well coated. A finger massaged its way around my asshole, teasing, tempting to go in. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing, arching my back and raising my butt high in the air to make it more accessible. For my efforts, I unexpectedly got another series of smacks. By being off guard, it made them sting more. I lost my footing and collapsed onto the bed. My lover again reached between my legs, teased me by coming so close yet so far away from my clit, and pulled me to my feet again. “Also,” he said while his finger went back to work, slowly circling it’s way into my ass, “How do you know Mr. Calloway?” He plunged his middle finger in several time before quickly removing in and delivering a few more blows to my cheeks. He continued to alternate between smacks and fingers, giving my poor pussy and clit no attention whatsoever. Once my butt was sufficiently warmed, instead of fingers, it was his cock he slipped in this time. The head pried me open wider and wider, when I thought that it would surely be in all the way, it spread me even more. Finally, with a pop, the ridge passed my sphincter, and his cock began to fill me. My pussy ached from the lack of attention. Yet even as he drove himself into my ass, I felt the orgasm swell up within me. He pulled his cock completely out, then plunged it back in again, never letting me get acclimated to the rhythm, delaying my release. Finally, he sunk himself into me to the hilt and held steady. My muscles involuntarily contracted against him, tightening and loosening against my lover’s cock. He leaned over me, his bare torso completely connecting with my back, and as he came into my ass, he whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”
My lover stood dumbfounded in the middle of the room. I was in the rare position to ogle as much as I liked, and I could see the bulge in the front of his Dockers grow as the Mr. Calloway approached him. The large, muscular man circled around him, while my lover remained frozen in place. First Mr. Calloway just inspected him, looking him up and down from all angles. He seemed pleased. I didn't blame him, I quite enjoyed taking in the sight of my handsome lover from my vantage point as well. And then he began to touch. First, Mr. Calloway ran his hands through my lover's hair, catching him off guard. He faced him while his fingers continued their way down his neck and over his chest. His hands briefly brushed the front of his pants before he walked around him, letting his fingers trail over the curve of his buttocks and up his back. Then from behind, Mr. Calloway grabbed the hem of my lover's shirt and pulled it up over his head. Normally, my lover was the one in control, and I enjoyed seeing him vulnerable like this. Mr. Calloway was good at surprising him, doing things in a way that made my lover unsure of what was coming, and that made him nervous. But I knew my lover, because behind those nerves, I saw the look in his eyes, the goosebumps over his skin, and the tightness in his pants. He was excited. With his body pressed up against the back of my lover, his cock trying to escape from his pants to plant itself between my lovers clothed cheeks, he slid his hands down my lover's chest and to his belt. He unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned the pants, and unzipped his zipper, all while his breath was hot on my lover's neck. Slipping his hands under the waistband, he pushed his pants and underwear down to the floor in one swift motion. My lover obediently kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his slacks. Mr. Calloway's face was at my lover's hip level, and he hovered over his ass slightly before standing back up again. With one hand on his shoulder, he spun my lover around so they faced each other, positioning both of them with their sides to me, so as to give me the best view. They could see me out of the corners of their eyes. I poured myself another glass of wine, leaned back, uncrossed and recrossed my legs, and took a sip. Mr. Calloway put both hands on my lover's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Then he unbuttoned his tight jeans. With no underwear in the way, his cock popped out of his pants, seemingly relieved to be freed from its prison. With his hands in my lover's hair again, Mr. Calloway pulled his face closer so the head of his cock was almost touching his lips. His hands moved to Mr. Calloway's balls and cupped them while my lover took his cock into his mouth. He started quick, quicker than I would have, bobbing his head back and forth. I couldn't help myself, I compared his technique to mine and mentally took notes. Mr. Calloway closed his eyes and let his head fall back, obviously enjoying the sensation. Sooner than I expected, Mr. Calloway's muscles started to tighten. His hand made a fist in my lover's hair. And then, when I was about to be disappointed that it was over too soon, my lover pulled his head back, letting the cock fall out of his mouth. Anger flashed briefly over Mr. Calloway's face, and then realization hit. He roughly grabbed my lover by his arm and pulled him to his feet. He pushed him over to the bed, grasped the back of his neck, and pushed his face down into the comforter. Next to the bed, on the table, sat the jar of coconut oil I had placed there earlier. The large man scooped some out and slathered it generously over my lover's gorgeous ass, slipping his fingers in as he did so. My view was now from the back, so not only could I clearly see each of their asses, but I got the best angle to watch Mr. Calloway slowly enter my lover. My lover grabbed at the bedding and moaned as his ass was filled with the large cock. He was held down on the bed, unable to move, as Mr. Calloway sat still, waiting for him to adjust to the size. Finally, he began to pump, slowly at first, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing it back in again. Soon, he was overcome by his own desires, and Mr. Calloway thrusted into my lover with more force. I downed a full glass of wine and leaned forward to watch. With each thrust, Mr. Calloway grunted, and my lover moaned, their voices combining to a harmonous bass rhythm. In time, the beat sped up, until they took on one continuous note. My lover's voice fluctuated up and down an octive depending on the position of the cock inside of him. My wine forgotten, I leaned forward in the chair to watch. My lover was hard, and I could tell from his cries that he enjoyed the experience. Mr. Calloway's thrusts became more frantic, and he went silent as he came within my lover. A towel lay on the end of the bed, and Mr. Calloway used it to wipe the oil from his skin. But he wasn't entirely without compassion. My lover lay face down on the bed, tired from the excursion, and Mr. Calloway used this opportunity to wipe him off with the towel as well. Meanwhile, I poured myself another glass of wine. I stood up, the glass in my hand, and took a sip. Although I'm short even in my stilletto heels, I felt tall. I was the one in control, at least for the moment. Mr. Calloway's shirt hung on a hanger on the bar inside the door, and I retrieved it for him. After he put his shoes on, sitting on the bed next to my lover who still lay face down, his head resting on his arms, I handed Mr. Calloway his shirt. He took it from me, then took me delicately in his arms, a different man from the rough one who had just handed my lover. "Thank you," I said. "My pleasure," he replied with a smile, then kissed me softly, a mixture of polite and passionate. My lover rolled over and sat up, watching the exchange. Mr. Calloway nodded to him, and left the room. I took another sip from my glass and turned to my lover. He stood, towering over me even though he was barefoot and I wore my heels, and the control of power shifted. "You've been a bad girl."
The only writing on the envelope was a three digit number. Inside was a hotel room key. I knew that’s the only information he needed, and I knew what he would assume. I waited patiently, sitting in the plush chair in the corner of the room. A chilled bottle of wine and a single glass sat on the table next to me. The outfit I wore picked itself: his favorite tiny black dress that barely covered a lacy black bra that barely held me in, thigh high black stockings, and black high heels. The way I sat with one leg crossed over the other revealed the lace top of one of the stockings. As soon as he entered the room, my outfit would confirm his assumptions. He would be wrong. As I expected, he entered the room with a sly knowing smile on his face. I love that smile. The beauty of his smile lay not in his lips, but in his eyes, which narrowed and sparkled when he had something devious in mind. Could he see the scheming behind my eyes? When I stood up, I spread my legs slightly first, so he could see that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He stood in place, and I walked over to him slowly, giving him time to appreciate the view. His hands were on me as soon as I was within reach, and he pulled me into a long deep kiss. Oh, his kisses! If he never did anything else, I would be happy if he just kissed me forever. My hands found their way into his hair, he gently bit my bottom lip, and his hands slid their way down my back. I reconsidered my idea, preferring to just get lost in his arms. Instead, as his hands slid down to the hem of my skirt, I reluctantly pulled away. I caught a glimpse of his expression, his eyes now a mixture of confusion and rejection, before I turned around and walked back to the chair. I picked up a corkscrew and started to open the wine. He said, “You agreed not to drink today.” I merely smiled, poured myself a glass, and sat back in the chair. “I have a surprise for you,” I said and crossed one leg over the other again. He stood in the middle of the room, lost and perplexed. My head turned towards the bathroom, and I called out, “Mr. Calloway?” The bathroom door opened, revealing a tall, muscular man. He was shirtless so as to show off his physique. His erection was obvious through his tight blue jeans. I smiled at my lover and took a sip of my wine.
[B][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]This is another excerpt from the book I wrote in November. It is a rough first draft and completely unedited. Both characters are vampires. ------- “Come join me,” I said.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He was tempted, not by the water, not even by my naked form, but to please me. My inner peace was palpable, and it attracted him. He took off his shirt and hung it on the hook by the door instead of dropping it in a pile on the floor like I had. His shoes were placed neatly side by side, while one of mine was next to the shower and the other was under the counter. When it came time to take his pants off, he paused.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I rolled my eyes and looked away, yet he still grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist first. Then, with one swift motion, he slipped into the water and pulled the towel off so I saw nothing.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His modesty confused me. I could feel how much he desired me. It was Candy, and my husband, that held him back. Oh, he wasn’t worried about them so much as he was jealous that I liked them more. He could feel it.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]But there, tonight, I couldn’t be with either one of them. I was locked in this room with him. I opened my mind to let him know that I was all his. Yet he still held back.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Although it wasn’t his intention, that teased me. I stretched my foot out, and my toes touched the outside of his bare thigh. I scooted down so my foot could caress the length of his leg. He didn’t give in to it, yet he didn’t move away either. My foot floated in between his legs, and I ran my toes up his inner thigh.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Still he didn’t flinch, nor did he stop me. I kept going until I reached his balls and nudged them lightly with my toes. He bit his lip. Under the water, the skin there felt even softer, and I noticed that I didn’t feel any hair. Did he really shave? Not that I thought of it, I didn’t recall seeing any razors in the house at all. Plus, he didn’t seem like the type.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“It’s weird,” he said. “I haven’t had to shave at all since I turned. Vince said it’s like since the hormones aren’t needed anymore, they just stop creating more hair in some people.”[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Huh.” I shrugged and continued on, lifting his sack up with the top of my foot.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]When he still didn’t react, I floated around until I was sitting next to him, our hips directly touching. My hand slid down his thigh, and the brazen contact with his skin excited me. I let my fingers float to his stomach and up his chest. He was looking forward with determination at this point, like he wouldn’t let himself give in. Up his neck to his chin, I turned him to face me and grabbed his face with both of my hands. I raised up out of the water to put my lips to his.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]That was the last straw for him, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Using the buoyancy of the water, he pulled me close to him. My knees went to either side of his, and my wet breasts pressed up against his chest. To stabilize myself, I put my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around me to keep me as close as possible, his forearms crossing over my back.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The air felt cool and refreshing compared to the hot water, and it made me feel drunk. His lips felt so soft against mine, and my lips were drawn to his like magnets. I parted my mouth slightly and lightly licked his lips. That took him to even another level, and he pressed his lips to me hard, prying my lips apart with his tongue.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Without even realizing it, my hands began to drift. First they went to his hair, which was slightly damp in the back from his proximity to the tub. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him shiver even in the heat of the water, and he hugged me tighter. It made him relax his tongue, and I used the opportunity to lightly bite his lower lip.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His hand moved down my back and his fingers sank into my flesh. They were hot and passionate, making the water seem like an icy spring in comparison. It was the first time I had ever felt heat through his touch. No longer resisting, he pulled my body against his, and my breasts squished up against his chest.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I used the opportunity to bury my head in his neck, smelling his aroma without the distracting scent of sweet blood in the way. Without the sugary smells of human life essence, he smelled musky, like a subtle cologne. I wished I could bottle it up. His skin felt so soft against my cheek, and I turned my head and kissed his neck.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]At first, he tensed up, remembering what happened last time I was so close. It distracted me. "Didn't you want this?" I thought, but didn't say out loud. He relaxed.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My knees tightened against his thighs, keeping me in place, as my left hand trailed up from the back of his neck to his cheek. Giving in, he let his head sink back, caressing his face in my hand. He put his full trust in me by exposing his neck. (continued here: [url]http://www.bisexual.com/forum/entry.php?3352-Bathroom-Hot-Tub-scene-part-2[/url])[/FONT][/COLOR][/B]
[B][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial](continuation of part 1: [url]http://www.bisexual.com/forum/entry.php?3353-Bathroom-Hot-Tub-scene-part-1[/url] ) [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Had I wanted to, I could have ended his life right there. He hadn't fed, and he was hungry. If I drank from him on top of that, it would be easy to take so much from him that he couldn't survive. His head would sink under the water and he'd never come back up.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I shook the image from my head and held back tears. It wasn't until that moment that I had considered what I would feel if I lost him. Before, it was always about how I would survive, but he couldn't help me there anymore. I realized that I loved him.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My mind had been open and he went through this journey of feelings with me. Finally, he relaxed, actually relaxed, submitting himself to me entirely. I kissed in the hollow below his ear, then down his neck, over the jugular, and down to his collar bones. His hot flesh shivered, and I actually felt the prickle of goosebumps on his skin.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I let my hands take over the journey under the water, sliding slowly down his chest to his stomach. I floated backward, putting a little space between our bodies, and slipped my hand between his thighs. The jets made the current of the water flow against my hands, so I stopped momentarily to reach over and turn the hot tub off. Without the movement of the water, it made it easier for me to stay in place too.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Back under the water, my hand found his cock, not entirely hard yet. It reacted responsively under my touch. I slowly stroked down, pulling the skin tight as my hand pressed against his pelvis, and then pulled up until my fist covered the head. After each stroke, it grew more and more until it was more than twice the length of my fist.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I wanted him then. That hadn't been my plan, but hell, none of this had been planned. Even when I had disrobed in front of him and stepped into the tub, I thought that I was being no more than a tease. But now, I desired nothing less than having him in me.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He pulled me back to him, pressing our bodies together once again. I straddled his lap, and positioned myself in the perfect spot over him. I was so wet with my own juices that even the water hadn't washed them away, so his cock slid so easily into me.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]A jolt of electricity shot through my body, like feeling him in me had transformed me into another state of being. I paused for a moment, relishing the feeling, before letting him fill me the rest of the way. It was like he was perfectly molded for my pussy, filling every nook from bottom to top. He floated forward to enter me further, and I wrapped my legs around him.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I supported no part of myself anymore. My arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, the only things my skin touched was his and the water. His hands were around my waist, and he rocked my hips against his. Subconsciously, I tightened up against him, trying to meld our bodies together as much as possible. I no longer realized where I was, the room, the lair, the quarry, the daylight so far away from us outside, none of it existed. It was only his body and mine in the water, water everywhere, there wasn't even a tub that contained it in my mind.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]With each thrust, we traveled slowly through the water, until my back came to rest against the opposite side. I released my legs, and he sat me on the ledge. While my hands grasped his upper arms, using him as leverage to pull him into me, his hands went into my hair. My scalp tingled from his touch, and the electricity that stemmed from his fingertips met the bolts of lightning that surged up my body from between my legs. Had another being touched this water, surely they would be electrocuted to death.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His thrusts got more and more forceful, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his cock back into me again. He put his hands on the edge of the tub and used the force of his strokes to pin me in place. I held on to his arms for dear life, and my entire body tensed against his. My Kegel muscles involuntarily contracted, making my pussy pulse against his cock.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]As soon as I hit that plane of ecstasy, he exploded inside of me, and I inadvertently sank my nails into the flesh on the back of his arms. Together we screamed in passion. From somewhere outside the room, I got the distinct feeling that someone was pleased with the sound and what it meant. I ignored that other voice for now.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My companion started to back up and pull out, but I wrapped myself around him and wouldn't let go. He turned around and sat on the ledge, wrapping his arms around me as well. We sat there together, his soft cock still inside of me, basking in each other's glow and the warmth of the water. I lay my head on his shoulder, and we sat like that until we both started to fall asleep.[/FONT][/COLOR][/B]
This scene is a little different from the others I've posted. It's not a sex scene, but just following some of the main characters thoughts. For some background: she was married, but when she turned into a vampire, she forgot her old life. After taking on a companion and a female lover, she regained her memory of her old life. She has just made love to her companion. --------- [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He slept like a rock even though I tossed and turned. I got a bit of sleep in between dreams of Candy and my husband. In this comfortable moment alone, my brain finally had the chance to process all the events of the night.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I loved my husband. I remembered that now. Even in my companion's arms, I couldn't help but compare his embrace to my husband’s and find it inferior. My companion's love for me was intense, but that intensity wasn't mutual. Sure, there was love for him in there, but not that same kind of everlasting love as I had for my husband.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]And then there was Candy. I didn’t love Candy, at least not yet. We didn’t really know each other yet. But I felt protective of her, and I did want to get to know her better. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and I knew she would have much rather been the one in my arms that day. But would I rather have had her?[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]That was a question that I couldn’t answer. Being with Candy was different, sweeter in some ways, with a slow burn. I had a desire to be with her again, longer, not only in hours, but in days. I maybe even would like to have a relationship with her.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]In my old life, there was my husband and only my husband, and I never would have considered it. If I went back to him, there was a lot he would have to accept. I shamed myself by even saying “If.” If I loved him so much, it shouldn’t even be an issue. No, the problem wasn’t how much I loved him. I questioned how much he loved me. He needed to accept my new living requirements, or I couldn’t survive. I needed him to accept my new desires, or we would never survive. None of that took into account the ambrosia that was his blood.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]While in bed that day with my companion, I’d curl up next to him, take him in my arms, and enjoy the feel of another person beside me, even if he wasn’t warm. After a bit of sleep, thoughts of Candy would wake me up, and I’d roll over, squeeze my eyes shut tight, and will the sandman to take me. Somehow, I’d end up back in a troubled sleep, with dreams of being pulled in three directions. I’d wake with a start thinking of my husband, roll over on my back, and stare at the ceiling. Countless sheep later, I’d eventually be back in dreamland and comfortable, until I realized I was snuggled up next to my companion again. The cycle would start all over.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The sun had to be almost setting by time I gave up.[/FONT][/COLOR]
I made the mistake of posting the best thing first, sigh. What I posted before was the closest I have to a sex scene, the rest are close but not quite, mostly just vampires feeding, like this one when my main character is turned... ---- "Are you sure you don't want to come?" I asked my husband before giving him a kiss. "Yeah, you go. Have fun. I'll be fine," he replied after giving me a peck on the lips. I kissed him again, harder, taking the kiss I wanted. "I don't have to go. I can stay here." He started to put on his shoes. "No, you want to go, so go. I'll walk you out." Before leaving, I checked my hair and dress again in the mirror. While I normally kept my makeup honest, tonight I was wearing bright red lip stain. With my fashionable new black dress and impractical heels, I felt stylish. Even my hair had more bounce and body, the brown had a more tinge of red to it, than usual. I wished he was coming. I wanted to be on the arm of a sexy man tonight. We walked out to the car in silence. When he gave me another quick peck on the lips, I realized he was afraid of smudging my lipstick. "Have fun," he repeated. "I love you," I said as he walked away. "Love you too." In a pair of tennis shoes, I could've walked to the club with no trouble. Instead I drove for my own comfort. There were plenty of places in the parking garage. The Emcee, a friend of a friend, recognized me when I walked in. "Give her the member price," she said to the girl selling tickets. We made some light small talk before I wandered over to the only seat at the bar. There was a drink in front of me before I had even settled down. The bartender, the same one that served me every Monday night, My Bartender, smiled at me with warm recognition. "What's this?" I asked. "We got in a new scotch," he said. I took an experimental sip. It was caramelly and smooth. "This is good! What is it?" He showed me the bottle. Scapa. "It's distilled on a northern Scottish island." "Ooh, I like it even better," I said, and took another sip. The place was starting to fill up. The tables next to the stage filled up first, with people dragging fold up chairs over to crowd around the small round tabletops. The sounds of instruments being tuned and drums being moved from behind the curtain interrupted the din of conversation. My Bartender was starting to get busy as patrons were getting their first drinks of the night. Every once in a while, someone would approach the bar that I knew. They were all acquaintances, people I could exchange general niceties with, but wouldn't feel compelled to sit with. That made me happy, because I loved my exclusive seat at the bar. I also had a great view of the stage. And then he walked up. "Jameson, please," he asked my bartender. "Have you ever tried Scapa?" I asked, pointing at the bottle that the bartender still hadn't removed from the bar. "No, I don't think I have," he said. "I'll take one of those." "Straight?" asked My Bartender. "Is that how you're drinking it?" he asked me. I nodded and held up my glass. My Bartender poured him a glass and put the bottle back on the shelf, but not too far away. We toasted. The band came out and started to play. I tapped my foot and sang along when I knew the words. My husband's best friend had been in this band before he moved away, so I was familiar with a lot of the songs. "I like their sound," he said. "It's very original." "The singer's got a lot of passion. I think that's my favorite part," I replied. He stood next to me at the bar until intermission. The couple that had been sitting at the small table behind us paid their tab and left. "Would you like to move over to that table?" he asked. "Sure." My Bartender, the reason I loved that bar so much, brought the bottle over and refilled our glasses. He paid for my glass as well as his. I felt so relaxed in his company. Surely, we had never met before, but I felt like he could be a close friend. Maybe he could even be a lover, if I wasn't married. As the band played their second half, I started to reconsider the if-I-wasn't-married part. Our hands touched over the table, and neither of us moved away. After a few minutes of awkward immobility, he finally rested his hand on top of mine, essentially holding it. I fearfully realized that I was falling in love with him. He looked into my eyes. I loved him. I was no longer afraid. I looped my pinky around his. The band finished their second set and said their hellos as they passed me to refill their drinks. The crowd started paying their bills and filing out, even though the bar would be open for another hour yet. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asked. "Yes," I said, a little too eagerly. I had my too-high heels off as we stepped out the door. He had to lean down even farther to kiss me. He didn't seem to mind. Hand in hand, we walked down the trail that used to be railroad tracks. Time passed so quickly as we walked and talked that before long, we had reached the end of the trail. We continued on into the park and each took seats in a swing. At first, we just sat and talked, but before long, the compulsion overtook me and I started to swing higher. He matched me, and we swung until the chains went slack and our stomachs sank. We floated back to the ground laughing. Before my swing had stopped, he jumped out of his. I had never been good at that, so I dragged my feet over the gravel to slow my swing down. He grabbed the chains, making me swing right into him. With one fluid motion, his hands moved to my waist, and his lips to mine. As we kissed, he let my swing go. I stood up and left it behind. "I live not far from here," he said. "Okay," I answered his unasked question. His house felt familiar. It was small, yet stylishly decorated. It felt comfortable. He unlocked the door, and I drew him in for a kiss before he had the chance to swing it open. We stumbled into the house as one. Still in each other's embrace, he led me down the hall, past the stairs, and into the living room. We collapsed together onto a chaise lounge. Hungrily, his hands went up under my dress to my lower back. They were slightly cold on my skin, but it felt refreshing. I realized how flushed my skin was. In one smooth motion, he pulled his sweater, and the tshirt underneath off over his head. I rested my hands on the front of his cool trim chest. There wasn't much hair on his chest, but I liked the smoothness. He kissed me again, long, deep, and hard. I felt like I couldn't breathe, but it excited me. His excitement was obvious, and he seemed so hungry for my body. In my mind, I had already decided that I would give myself to him completely. His lips went from mine, down over my chin, and all over my neck. When his breath hit my ear, I shivered in ticklish delight. He nipped at the skin on my neck, and I giggled. It felt like we were going so fast, yet not fast enough. I yearned for him so bad. His teeth brushed the skin on my neck again, giving me a new round of goosebumps, and then his teeth sunk in. They were so sharp. There was pain at first, and I liked it. Like giving blood to the Red Cross, the pain dissapated quickly. I started feeling light headed. Where was I? I remembered going to the bar, The Shiny Flyers were playing, I sat at the bar. I think I moved to a table, but I can't remember why. No one I knew was there, just a few acquaintances, and I walked home alone. Didn't I? But I'm not home, I thought... Everything was getting so quiet. I was getting cold, but so sleepy...
I've mentioned that I'm writing a novel for National Novel Writing Month. I wrote a pretty steamy scene last night that I thought some here might like (it's not exactly an erotic novel, but there are some sex scenes in it). The main character is a vampire who has memory loss and doesn't know her own name. This is a very rough draft, not edited whatsoever, and parts of it were written after too many glasses of wine. There's more, but I had to shorten it a bit to adhere to the character limits for a blog here. ----- [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I slipped my shoes off under her bed, partially to get more comfortable, but mostly to feel the plushness of the carpet. When I turned around, she was on me, her hands in my hair, her lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around her and did something I didn't know I could do. I lifted her up. She felt so good, so tight in my arms. Her weight bore on me purposely, and I fell back onto the bed.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]She put her hands on either side of my head and kissed me hard and deep. Her knees sunk into the bed on either side of mine, and she let her body lay against mine. The feeling of her small breasts against my big ones was titillating, and it just made me want to feel more of them. My hands slid down her back and found bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. She moaned again softly as my fingers lightly raised all the invisible peach fuzz of her lower back. I took that as permission to keep going, and slipped my hands into the waistband of her jeans.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]It caught me off guard and I got worried when she sat up then, but I needn't have been concerned. All she was doing was pulling her shirt over her head. When her hands when behind her back to unclasp her bra, I thought it was safe to bring mine to the front and unbutton her jeans. It felt unfair to have her beautiful body and breasts presented in front of me, yet I was still fully clothed.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]She giggled then, and it made me feel warm inside. I was the one who was supposed to be reading her thoughts, but it seemed that she knew mine. Her hands went up under my shirt, and her fingers slid over my stomach. It made me tingle all over. But it got even better as she ran her hands up higher, over my breasts. I arched my back and raised up to give her room to reach behind me and unclasp my bra. It felt so good to have the tight band released and her fingers massaging over it. With her hands on my breasts, she slid the bra up and out of the way. It made me want her mouth on mine again, but she was too far away.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Instead, it was my turn to slide my hands up her stomach and to her small and firm breasts. Unlike my big soft ones that felt squishy, hers were like soft peaches in velvet bags. Her nipples were so hard and poking out far, and I let all of my fingers brush over them. She moaned, but pulled back away from me, as if to say, "Not yet." I let my hands sink down to her stomach again, resting my fingers lightly on the front of her panties.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]They stayed there while she pulled my shirt up to expose my chest. Then she leaned down and kissed one breast, then the other. Her lips started at the outside and circled in, eventually ending up on my nipple. This she kissed with open lips first, then added a little bit of a suckle. Her tongue flicked over my wide, hard nipple, then circled around it before sucking gently. She kneaded my breast and lightly pinched the nipple while she went to work on the other one. This time, after sucking on it, her teeth barely brushed it. After gauging my reaction, she lightly bit it while rolling the other one between her fingers.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I watched her as long as I could, taking in her beauty and her expertise, but I was losing myself to the pleasure. Before I realized it, I found myself staring absently up at the gauze, seeing nothing, concentrating instead on the pleasure she was giving me. She gradually stopped and backed off, slowly waking me from my daze.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My hand was still on the front of her panties, and I stroked them gently. She straightened up and lifted off of me slightly to give me more access. To tease, I let my fingers gently trail over the fabric, up to the band, then back down to the crotch, forming shapes and circles on her pelvis. She leaned back and presented herself to me. I pulled down on the waistband and ran my fingers through the triangle of trimmed hair underneath. Her pubes were blonde too, which made her feel more exotic.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Putting my hands on her waist, I gently coaxed her off of me and laid her down on the bed. I took the opportunity to discard my loosened bra and shirt, and then thought, what the hell, and stipped away my bottom half too. Candy watched me and smiled. I climbed back up on the bed. The fabric of the quilt felt cool against my buttocks, and then quickly warmed to my touch. I wanted to make love to her on that quilt.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Propping myself up on one elbow, I used my other hand to lightly run my fingers over every inch of her skin. Starting from the tops of her feet, I touched my way up one leg, then down the other. Then I concentrated on the hand farthest away from me, first running my fingertips over the top and up and down each finger before turning her hand over and drawing shapes on her palm. From there, I went up the inside of her wrist, up her forearm to the crook of her elbow. Before I could get to the ticklish area of her underarms, I let my fingers go up her bicep to her shoulders. With my whole hand, I lightly massaged her neck. [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Her juggular pulsed, willing me to touch it, to penetrate it with my teeth. I was suddenly very thirsty. My fingers rested on her skin, and I felt her pulse underneath. I stopped breathing, stopped my heart beating, and focused on nothing but the blood running through her veins. She cooed slightly, and I blinked. Somehow, I had gotten just inches away from her neck. She could feel my breath. And worst of all, from what I heard in my thoughts, she trusted me completely.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]From the livingroom, I heard a crackle, like something burning up in a fire.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]"Did you hear that? Is everything okay?" I said in a low voice so as not to startle her.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]She opened her eyes. "I didn't hear anything. Everything's fine." Her fingers brushed a strand of hair out of my face, as if to say, "Please don't stop."[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I shook my head. "Sorry." My fingers continued their way down her opposite arm in the other direction. When I was done caressing her fingers, I entwined mine in hers and stared into her eyes for a moment. When she looked back, I was basked in the feeling desire and love. Not real love, not serious love, I told myself, but that kind of caring you get when you share an emotional moment.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Letting go of her hand, I made the jump over to her stomach. I let my fingers trail up and down her sides, hoping she wasn't too ticklish. She wasn't. Her stomach quivered slightly as my hands brushed over it. I leaned over her and kissed the soft flesh of her belly as my hair tickled her skin. She made her hands into fists in an attempt to not squirm.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]First I kissed her lower belly, then up and around her belly button. It was a slow journey, and I made sure to take my time. Even if I couldn't read her mind, I would've known it would drive her nuts. But I was enjoying myself too, the sweet and salty taste of her skin, the softness of her against my lips. I felt like I could sit there and kiss her stomach forever, but I didn't think she could take much more.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I continued upwards, kissing each breast without using my hands, first underneath, then around the swell and up to the top and around her nipple. Finally, as softly as I possibly could, I kissed her nipple with fluttering lips before moving to the other breast. [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Her lips called to me, but even more, so did her neck. As much as she wanted me to kiss it, I skipped over her neck this time and went straight to her lips, all while massaging her breasts in my hands. Yet again, she tasted so sweet, and when I lightly bit her bottom lip, it took everything I could muster not to sink my teeth in. Even as I thought about it, I could hear the hiss of the candle in the other room. I'm not sure how protective that candle really was, but at the very least, it was a gentle reminder to me to keep my head.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Very very slowly, I let one hand slip off of her small firm breast, down her torso, and to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers underneath and back to the small bit of hair underneath.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Suddenly, there was a loud thump at the front door. We both jumped. Her tongue was in my mouth, and I have no clue how I didn't bite down. I could feel the candle in the living room extinguish. We both froze, I stopped breathing, and she held her breath. The thumping of her heart echoed throughout the room.[/FONT][/COLOR]
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