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Jan. 27th, 2003 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherMmm...writing again from an idea that won't get out of my head. Yes, it's pretty naughty. No, I'm not sure if it really qualifies for one of the 'naughty' communities I'm in, so I'm just putting it here.
There's something to be said for being undead and a heavy sleeper. We went to bed...when? Just before sunrise? Something like that. I know I can feel you slipping away, finally...your arms unwinding from me and the lid of our sleeping chamber lifting. But I think I mumbled something about "gimmeecovers" and just slipped back to sleep until now.
I feel that not quite cool not quite warmth of your body snuggle back against me, and my nose twitches a bit at the sent of what has to be fresh blood on your lips. I'm pretty sure I know what's coming now...I force myself to keep my eyes closed, and try hard not to smile. Your fingers slide over my side and onto my chest, playing lightly with my bare skin...your voice is a soft whisper in my ear...
"Good evening, love....want to have some breakfast with me?" Your voice is a promise that I just can't resist, and as you start to slowly run your lips down my face and onto my neck, I arch upwards slighty to your lips, and I feel that sweet bite as your fangs slide in. Moaning in pleasure as you softly suckle at me, I can no-longer pretend sleep, the orgasmic sensations running through me until you softly break away, kissing at the wound to close it, your tounge sliding sensously across the now healed flesh.
"Mmmm...hey, love..." Then, I turn, and your smile is lazy, the blood on your lips only heightening the beauty of your body, the pale skin tantalizingly hidden by your negligee as your fingers stroke my face. "You were delicious..."
"I can imagine..." Then, I draw you close, feeling my own fangs extending downwards... "And how do you think you'll taste?" Your smile is the only answer I need, beckoning and promising as you turn your own neck to me, and the little shiver and cry you give as I slide in, the sweet gush of your nectar sliding down my throat, my hands lightly stroking your back as you press in...I can feel your life pulsing into me, and it's intoxicating. Finally, I slip away just as you did, kissing and licking, then laying little kisses down your shoulder, tasting you along with the silk.
"Mmmm....you're in a good mood, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes..."
"Well, then..."
Your hand slides along me and then slowly snakes into my boxers, full of languid promise, and I feel myself responding before I even think of it, our shared blood inside me surging to your command. My own hand comes to slowly stroke at your breast, and our lips find each other, tounges dueling to mingle more of our blood, soft sounds of pleasure moving between us, and I feel your fingers squeeze just a bit, and I arch in pleasure and pain, turning so you slide atop me, my hands slide to tease along your hips, finding the negligee's catches and undoing it slowly, sliding fingers along your sweet bare skin...
Not so bad to be a heavy sleeper at all...
Mmm. Yes, I am just a bit in a mood of late.
Figures that I now have to go out into the freezing cold for 6, 7 hours. *eyeroll*
There's something to be said for being undead and a heavy sleeper. We went to bed...when? Just before sunrise? Something like that. I know I can feel you slipping away, finally...your arms unwinding from me and the lid of our sleeping chamber lifting. But I think I mumbled something about "gimmeecovers" and just slipped back to sleep until now.
I feel that not quite cool not quite warmth of your body snuggle back against me, and my nose twitches a bit at the sent of what has to be fresh blood on your lips. I'm pretty sure I know what's coming now...I force myself to keep my eyes closed, and try hard not to smile. Your fingers slide over my side and onto my chest, playing lightly with my bare skin...your voice is a soft whisper in my ear...
"Good evening, love....want to have some breakfast with me?" Your voice is a promise that I just can't resist, and as you start to slowly run your lips down my face and onto my neck, I arch upwards slighty to your lips, and I feel that sweet bite as your fangs slide in. Moaning in pleasure as you softly suckle at me, I can no-longer pretend sleep, the orgasmic sensations running through me until you softly break away, kissing at the wound to close it, your tounge sliding sensously across the now healed flesh.
"Mmmm...hey, love..." Then, I turn, and your smile is lazy, the blood on your lips only heightening the beauty of your body, the pale skin tantalizingly hidden by your negligee as your fingers stroke my face. "You were delicious..."
"I can imagine..." Then, I draw you close, feeling my own fangs extending downwards... "And how do you think you'll taste?" Your smile is the only answer I need, beckoning and promising as you turn your own neck to me, and the little shiver and cry you give as I slide in, the sweet gush of your nectar sliding down my throat, my hands lightly stroking your back as you press in...I can feel your life pulsing into me, and it's intoxicating. Finally, I slip away just as you did, kissing and licking, then laying little kisses down your shoulder, tasting you along with the silk.
"Mmmm....you're in a good mood, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes..."
"Well, then..."
Your hand slides along me and then slowly snakes into my boxers, full of languid promise, and I feel myself responding before I even think of it, our shared blood inside me surging to your command. My own hand comes to slowly stroke at your breast, and our lips find each other, tounges dueling to mingle more of our blood, soft sounds of pleasure moving between us, and I feel your fingers squeeze just a bit, and I arch in pleasure and pain, turning so you slide atop me, my hands slide to tease along your hips, finding the negligee's catches and undoing it slowly, sliding fingers along your sweet bare skin...
Not so bad to be a heavy sleeper at all...
Mmm. Yes, I am just a bit in a mood of late.
Figures that I now have to go out into the freezing cold for 6, 7 hours. *eyeroll*
