Monday, January 2, 2012
My Other Half
Each day as we lay down to sleep, I think I can feel no greater love for her. And each night I awake to find that I love her more. She is my breath. My life. My other half.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.
Scrabbling up onto the edge of the bank she suddenly turns to me with a shocked, “You kissed me!” Dripping, laughing, I take her into my arms and tell her, “Yes, and I am about to do it again!” I do precisely and thoroughly that. Taking my time to experience the softness of her lips and her surrender as those lips fall prey to my probing tongue. Ah! I had never dreamed that the depths of a woman’s mouth could be so sweet!
Monday, December 26, 2011
There's a First Time for Everything.
Elizaveta: He takes to the blood as naturally as any babe suckling at its mother’s breast. As I watch him, the other hunger takes hold of me. Rising up from my loins through my body to quicken my heartbeat and lend an unnatural flush to my cheeks.
Dafyd: I tear easily into the meat, even crunching into bone. It is indeed the most delectable thing I have ever tasted. She looks at me as if I am the next course on her menu. And my manhood agrees with her as it lays claim to most of the blood which I have just ingested and strains against my trousers.
She reaches and frees my member which nearly purrs in her hand. And before I know it, she is on me. My phallus finds itself encased in warmth and wet, pulsing within the constricting rhythm of her movement. I am so overwhelmed that I can only let her take what she will, as a bull will take a cow.
Dafyd: I tear easily into the meat, even crunching into bone. It is indeed the most delectable thing I have ever tasted. She looks at me as if I am the next course on her menu. And my manhood agrees with her as it lays claim to most of the blood which I have just ingested and strains against my trousers.
She reaches and frees my member which nearly purrs in her hand. And before I know it, she is on me. My phallus finds itself encased in warmth and wet, pulsing within the constricting rhythm of her movement. I am so overwhelmed that I can only let her take what she will, as a bull will take a cow.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Adjust Your Pants, Dear.
Dafyd: A woman? Hunting? She is not even dressed properly to be traipsing through the woods, let alone hunting them. But I watch as she gathers up her skirts between her legs, fashioning of them a sort of pantaloon. And revealing to me what had to be the finest, softest leather boots I had ever beheld. Encasing what I was sure were the finest and softest legs I had ever beheld. I adjusted my loin pouch and reached for my bow and quiver of arrows, but she tells me I will have no need of them.
Elizaveta: I see him adjust the front of his pants, and I think there is not a more honest compliment that a man can pay.
Elizaveta: I see him adjust the front of his pants, and I think there is not a more honest compliment that a man can pay.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Dafyd's Transformation
“Oh!” The back of my hand silencing any further sentiment from my lips. I sat unmoving, watching the entire horrific attack. The animalistic violence of the act and Dafyd’s supine unmoving body convinced me that I had no other choice. And that I had only minutes. I did the only thing I could think to do. The unthinkable. Or I would lose him utterly.
No time left to worry the consequences. Cradling his head, I bit into my arm and pressed it to his lips. “Drink if you would live.”
No time left to worry the consequences. Cradling his head, I bit into my arm and pressed it to his lips. “Drink if you would live.”
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Nighttime
By the time I return from feeding, Anders has gone. And I know that Dafyd has retired as his eveningtime candle has already been doused. The full moon hanging sad and lonely just above the line of the trees. The crickets and frogs lending their song to the peaceful scene. I sit beneath his window for a while. Just to be near him and to listen as the soft rumble of his snores plays counter-melody to the gentle thrum of nature.
The Vampire, Elizaveta
This one. I am utterly drawn to this one. And it is not from his pails that I seek drink. The sweat from his labors tickles my nose. So close! The strong vein at his throat pulsing a hypnotic beat. I breathe him into my body and my tongue and teeth can already imagine the sweet puncture of skin.
It's been confirmed!
I'm over at Alexx Mom Cat's Gateway Book Blog today!
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Monday, December 19, 2011
I will be over at Alexx Mom Cat's Gateway Book Blog!
Sometime this week. Maybe Wednesday or so? So keep checking over there! Some fun information about me & about Waiting. :) http://alexxmomcatgatewaybookblog.blogspot.com/
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