Monica's Innocent Kink

I didn�t know Ace that well, so when he invited me to his birthday party, I
was a little surprised. We saw each other at The Underground and had danced
a few times, but I didn�t know what he did for a living or where he lived or
anything like that. I did think he was hot. He had a confident way of
walking into a room and commanding attention � not in an egotistical way,
just because he had a lot of masculine grace. He looked much taller than his
five foot eight frame and he was solid. I held his arms one time when we
were dancing and they felt like steel. I thought we looked good on the dance
floor. He usually wore the same thing: boot cut Levis, a black t-shirt and
black biker boots. I think he and everyone who knew him considered it his
uniform. I thought about my closet jammed packed with clothes and shoes and
thought Ace�s way was much simpler. Maybe I could adopt my favorite red
halter dress as my uniform. Nah, I was too much of a fashion slave.

It was Friday night and as usual my friends and I were hanging at The
Ground. It was the only fringe bar in town, a place where people who liked
sex that wasn�t vanilla could go and be themselves. The city council of
Oakville had been trying to shut it down for years, but had never succeeded.
The cops raided it enough, but all they usually found was a bunch of people
in black leather or vinyl dancing to Skinny Puppy. It was all pretty
innocent. The Underground was more as a segue � a meet and greet for people
to get together and possibly wind up somewhere else if they chose to. But
most of the people who lived in this small southern town were threatened by
it and did not want it to be part of their community. Other than that small
mindedness, Oakville was a great place to live: mild weather, wide
sidewalks, dog parks, and hardly any litter.

I didn�t want to drink much because I had a full schedule Saturday. I�d been
a real estate agent for the last ten years. Lately, there had been a kind of
boon, seemed like everyone wanted to buy a house here; I guess cause it was
close to Pineywoods, a much larger town, practically a city. From Oakville,
it was only a fifteen-minute drive to Leafy Crest Mall and there you could
pretty much get whatever you wanted or needed. All the places around here
were named for trees. There must have been a big grove here back in pioneer
days.

I was sweaty from grinding with Ace to the throbbing bass of For the Sake of
Sarah. After the dance, Ace kissed me lightly on the lips, and whispered the
birthday invitation in my ear.

�Sure, that sounds like fun,� I said. �When is it?�

�Tonight. It�s nothing fancy, but it feels special. Can you make it?�

�Well, I�ve got a pretty busy day tomorrow.�

�It won�t be too late,� he said. �I�ll have you home by midnight.�

�Where do you live, Ace?�

�In the warehouse district. I�ve got a loft in the Silo Building.�

�I love that place,� I said. �I sold several units there last year.�

�I�m leaving here in a few minutes. You could ride with me and then I could
bring you back to your car,� he said.

�Okay. Will there be a lot of people there?� I asked thinking I wasn�t in
the mood to socialize in a large crowd.

�No, not at all. It�ll be very intimate.�

It seemed strange to hear a tough guy type like Ace using the word
�intimate.� It made me like him a lot more. I saw Janine by the bar. She had
been one of my best friends since the sixth grade.

�Hold on Ace. Let me go see Janine for a sec. I�ll be right back.�

�Okay, I�ll just wait here.�

She looked as beautiful as ever with her thick red curls tumbling around her
perfect oval face.

�Hey Sweet Pea,� I said kissing her on the cheek.

�Hey Ella.�

�Are you going to Ace�s birthday party?� I asked.

She looked puzzled. �I wasn�t invited.�

I felt badly. Janine had had a crush on Ace for a long time.

�Huh, that�s odd,� I said. �I know he likes you.�

�When is it?� She asked.

�Tonight. He said it wasn�t a big deal.�

�You know he�s a top, right Ella. He doesn�t switch or anything.�

�I thought he was dominant, just judging from his energy. I don�t really
know him that well. Does he know about me?�

�Know what about you? You mean that you�re a lamb?�

�Yeah.�

�I don�t know, but considering his nature and yours, it�s a little
surprising that the two of you never hooked up. I hear he�s really good
though, safe,� Janine said. �If you�re uncomfortable, I�ll go with you.�

�I think it�ll be okay. It�s not like I�ve never been there before,� I said.
�He�s sure is sexy. I�ll call you tomorrow and let you know how it went.�

We embraced and kissed each other.

�Love you, Ella.�

�I love you too Nina.�

Ace was waiting patiently by the membership counter.

�Ready?� He asked.

�Yep,� I said.

�My car�s right out front.�

It wasn�t so much a car as a hotrod: a super souped up orange El Camino with
black racing stripes on the hood. The interior was black leather.

�Nice car,� I said, noticing the miniature handcuffs hanging from the
mirror.

�Yeah, she�s my baby, I got her from the junkyard outside town and spent
five years fixing her up.�

�What do you do Ace?�

�I�m a bonds broker for Mutual Trust.�

�Really?� I couldn�t hide my surprise.

�I know it�s surprising for someone like me. It�s kind of my other life,
I�ve got a knack for it, so it pays well. Then I come home and change into
my real self � the self you see now,� he smiled and put his arm around me.
�My loft is like my cocoon.�

We pulled up to the Silo. I didn�t remember it being gated. Ace put in the
access code and the arm swung up. The units must have sold well because
there were hardly any empty parking spaces. He was on the second floor. We
climbed the stairs and he dug for his key. The door was made of solid steel.
I thought, no one would be able to kick in a door like that. His condo had
exposed brick and steel beams, and eighteen-foot ceilings. It wasn�t so much
a cocoon as a chamber. It felt like a chamber � modern furnishings, looping
trance music. The place was spotless.

�Is anyone else coming Ace?�

�No. It�s just us. I hope that�s alright.�

�Yes, it�s alright,� I said.

�Listen Ella. I know you�re a subby. I�ve always thought you were exquisite,
so much so that I could never bring myself to approach you. Last week I
decided for my birthday, I wanted to give myself an incredibly special
present.�

For the first time since we walked in I noticed a cake with candles on his
stainless steel coffee table.

�What�d you get?� I asked.

�I haven�t had it yet, you�re the only one who can give it to me.�

�Me? What?�

�I want to own you. I�ll be good to you. I won�t do anything to you I
haven�t tried on myself to make sure it�s safe.�

I could tell he was nervous, but just saying his desire out loud aroused
him.

�It�s okay Ace. I�ve always wanted to be with you. I don�t know what took us
so long and even though I don�t know you that well, I feel safe with you. I
trust you.�

He walked over and wrapped his arms around me.

�I knew you�d be like this,� he said kissing me deeply. His tongue felt like
a warm oyster in my mouth.

�Happy Birthday Ace,� I said, returning his kiss. �Hey shouldn�t we light
the candles on your cake?�

�We will. Let�s do it right now.�

We walked upstairs to his unusual four-poster bed. The posts were not
wooden; they were made of six foot steel stakes. At various points, there
were large polished bracelet like grommets through the center of each of the
stakes.

�Lay down on you back,� Ace instructed.

I did what I was told. He slowly, almost lovingly undressed me and then
stood up and looked down at me.

�Ella, your body is gorgeous, so soft and curvy and pale. You�re perfect for
what I want. Thank you.�

He pulled out a box from under his bed and removed four velvet cuffs and a
blindfold.

�Give me you hands,� he said.

He placed a cuff on each wrist and each ankle and then with the expert
precision of someone who I was sure had done this many times before, he
spread eagled me to his bed. He checked the cuffs to make sure they were
tight enough, but not too tight. He walked out of the room and came back
with the cake. I realized that the candles were not the typical birthday
candles, but rather the kind you see in Jewish synagogues � the tall white
candles used in menorahs. Ace was watching me.

�These are the best candles. They burn at a slightly lower temperature.�

It was then I realized what he was going to do. I had had a lot of
experience as a submissive slave for masters, but I had never done wax. I
strained against the cuffs thinking of the pain.

�Shhhh,� said Ace. �You need to surrender. You look so beautiful. I love
your breasts. I love how pale you areolas are � that�s how I like them a
creamy kind of pink. I don�t like dark brown ones. I�m going to blindfold
you now. You�ll be surprised by every drip.�

The world went dark. Suddenly I did very much feel like I was in a cocoon
and Ace was transforming me. I was expecting fire, but the first thing I
felt was ice.

�I need to get your nipples up,� he said rubbing the cubes over my breast.
Rivulets ran down the sides of my breasts and my stomach and made a tiny
pool in my navel.

�Ahhh, that�s it,� he said. �God, you�re so fucking beautiful.�

I felt a sharp pinpoint of heat as hot wax capped my nipple. I gasped and
arched my body.

�Be still Ella.�

His aim was good. He concentrated first on my nipples coating layers and
layers of droplets on me and then he started moving outward. It felt like
hot rain on my breasts and like a distant storm it quickly took on a
soothing feeling like something bigger than me existed in the world. I lay
still and let Ace cover both my breasts with dripping wax. I guessed from
the sound of striking matches that he had used at least half the candles by
now. What could be next? I felt his warm calloused hand on my inner thigh. I
jolted, trying to put my legs back together. As a submissive, I would of
course consent, but I didn�t want this.

�It�s alright Ella. I�m going to release you from the cuffs, and I want you
to turn over for me. I won�t take your cunt if you don�t want me to, but I
want your ass.�

I was relieved and when he removed the cuffs, I obediently turned over.

�You have a gorgeous bottom. Not like those pencil waifs I work with. You
are so womanly, so fuckable.�

He massaged my ass with both of his hands. I heard the strike of a match.
The wax dripping on my ass felt differently than it did on my breasts. The
pleasure and pain were mixed together, but the sting of fire wasn�t as deep.
It was like getting whipped with rose stems. I loved the feeling. It was
like a trance, like another dimension. I turned my head and saw that all the
candles on the cake were gone except one. Ace caressed my body and with his
fingers tenderly pulled and scraped the wax from my breasts and ass. He went
to the bathroom and came back with a warm towel and bathed me. He pulled me
up and held me in his arms.

�Thank you Ella.� He placed the cake between us on the bed and lit the
solitary candle.

�Happy Birthday Ace. Make a wish.�

�I�ve already gotten my wish,� he said and with a soft warm breath, blew the
candle out.

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# posted by Bubble Yum Girls : 9:23 PM  0 comments

Miranda was in beautiful Cabo San Lucas on vacation. A well deserved
vacation since she hadn�t taken one in three years. Now was the perfect
timing since she had just split up with her boyfriend before she left. She
had been here for six wonderful days and wasn�t ready to leave but tomorrow
was her last day. She was sunning on the beach when she saw him. A God, the
most gorgeous man she had ever seen! He had long, dark, wavy hair, beautiful
bronzed skin, and muscles protruding everywhere. Miranda thought she was
dreaming until he looked directly at her and smiled the wickedest smile she
had ever seen. He walked up and picked up his towel which was lying right
beside her never saying a word. Miranda stared at his gorgeous, tight ass as
he walked away wondering what it would be like to hold onto that ass while
he was pumping his hot cock into her.
�Snap out of it girl you are dreaming, you are never going to see him
again.� she thought to herself.
She leaned back dreaming of him a little longer before going back to her
hotel room.
Later that night there was a party on the beach thrown by the
hotel. At first Miranda wasn�t going to go to the party but then she figured
what the hell she needed to get laid at least once on this vacation before
she left tomorrow. She showered and put on a sexy purple flowered sundress
and sandals. She wore her long, blonde hair up on top of her head because it
was a hot, muggy night. She went down to the party. There was a lot of
people, loud music, and alcohol. She went over to the bar to get a drink.
When she looked up he was staring at her from across the beach.
�Oh shit, it�s the gorgeous God from earlier today. What do I do?� she
thought to herself.
Before she could move he was standing in front of her. He took her drink and
her hand and led her away from the party. They walked on the beach for a
while without ever saying a word. They stopped at a small secluded area back
off the beach. There was a beautiful waterfall and a beautiful moonlight. He
turned to face her and kissed her with the most passion she had ever felt.
Her knees were buckling beneath her.
Then he said, �I have wanted you since I first saw you this
morning lying in the sun. You looked so sexy like you were lying there just
for me.�
Miranda stood there silent for a moment before she replied, �I
am all yours for tonight.�
He kissed her again with more fierceness this time like he couldn�t get
enough of her. She knew she would never get enough of him. She was already
dripping wet and aching so badly for him. He pressed against her and she
could feel his rock hard cock bulging through his pants needing, wanting to
be set free. Just as she started to unbutton his pants he walked away from
her tore off all of his clothes and jumped in the water.
He smiled that wicked smile at her and said, �Are you coming or
are you just going to stand there?�
Before she knew it Miranda was naked and in the water pressed against him.
They kissed feverishly and then swam under the waterfall where they kissed
even more. She could still feel his rock hard cock pressed against her
belly. She groaned wanting him inside of her. She reached down and grabbed
his cock taking him by surprise. She stroked him and caressed him until she
thought he would explode. He groaned loudly with pleasure. He grabbed her by
her ass and pushed his cock between her legs.
�I can�t take it anymore you are driving me fucking crazy! I
have to have you now!� he told her.
�I want you inside of me, deep inside of me now.� she replied.
In one swift moment he was inside of her. He felt so good she didn�t know
how long she would last.
�Oh my God you feel so fucking good. Fuck me, fuck me now!� she
screamed at him.
He did just that plunging deeper and deeper into her unto he thought he
would be lost forever inside of her. He moaned so loudly she thought the
whole island would hear. She wrapped her legs around him leaning back into
the water. He thrusted harder and harder into her while she rubbed her clit.
He watched her rubbing her clit and he couldn�t take it any longer.
�If you don�t quit rubbing your clit I am going to cum!� he told
her.
�Good fuck me hard and release your hot, sticky cum inside of me. I want all
of it. I want you to fill me up.� she answered.
�Oh fuck,� he hollered �I am going to cum!�
�Oh yes, yes, yes!� she screamed as she came on his hard stiff cock.
At the same time Miranda felt his warm cum filling her wet, dripping pussy.
She didn�t think it was ever going to stop. She leaned back up hugging him
tightly and kissing him lightly on the lips.
�Now what?� she asked. �Do I even get a name?�
�It is Carlos.� he replied. �And yours?�
�I�m Miranda. It�s very, very nice to meet you Carlos.� she
answered.
They swam for a little while longer making love many more times that night.
The next morning he was gone leaving her a note saying �Glad we met hope I
made your vacation fun and memorable. Love, Carlos�
�You have no idea how fun and memorable� she thought as she grabbed her
belongings and left the room. On the flight home she thought about him and
how this vacation had turned out to be quite enjoyable and one she would
never forget.

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# posted by Bubble Yum Girls : 4:23 PM  0 comments

Susan was nervous about her trip. It was her first time flying in many years
and she was reluctant to get on the plane. It was a long flight from
Portland to Chicago and her job depended on this trip. She sat in the
airport at the gate and looked nervously around. She had twenty minutes
until they were going to start boarding the plane, just enough time to bolt.
Susan shook her head and tried to concentrate on the book she was holding in
her lap. She couldnt back out of this trip; shed be fired.

Susan sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes against the glare of
the fluorescent lights. She stretched her neck out and when she opened her
eyes again, there was a man in the seat across from her staring. She
blinked, and looked around. She wasnt used to being stared at.

The man smiled at her. Your book is upside down, he told her.

Susan looked down at the book she had been holding and saw that it was in
fact upside down. She had been too flustered with her nerves to notice that
when she was concentrating on her book, she was reading it upside down.

Damn, she said.

Dont like flying? he asked her.

Is it that obvious? she replied.

He laughed and told her that it kind of was. Susan blushed with
embarrassment that she was such a wimp when it came to a silly little thing
like airplanes. She focused on the man. He was attractive, with light brown
hair and friendly eyes. She thought she liked him very much. It had been so
long since she had met anyone worth talking to and even longer since she had
met anyone worth having sex with. It had been so long that her entire body
was tense all the time. Susan wondered often if all she really needed was to
get laid.

They continued to talk until the plane boarded and she realized that in all
that time she hadnt had time to think about dreading the plane ride. He had
distracted her from her worries. Susan found herself touched by the
thoughtful gesture. She also realized that they hadnt been introduced. As
they waited in line to get on the plane, Susan told him her name and he told
her his name was George.

Pleased to meet you, George, Susan said smiling. She held out her hand to
shake his and he took it. Instead of shaking her hand, though, he brought it
to his lips and kissed her. Susans heart skipped a beat. How romantic, she
thought. She had to stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl. Her face
grew pink as she caught herself wondering what he would be like in bed.

The pleasure is mine, Susan, George told her, grinning knowingly at the look
on her face.

They found their seats on the plane and discovered to their surprise that
George was only one row behind Susan. He managed to switch seats with an old
lady whose seat was next to Susan by giving her his window seat. They
fastened their seat belts and prepared for the long ride ahead.

They talked for hours, enjoying each others conversation and company. They
had a great deal in common and made each other laugh. It was the perfect
plane ride. Susan never once thought about how scared she was or what if the
plane crashed or anything. She could hardly think at all. They each had a
glass of wine and peanuts when the beverage cart rolled by. George paid for
Susans and she thanked, appreciating the gesture. The wine was sweet and
went down easily. He ordered them two more, which they drank quickly before
the lady with the garbage bag came by to take away their trash.

About halfway through the plane ride, Susan realized she had to go to the
bathroom. She excused herself and headed down the aisle to the lavatory.
Shutting herself in the tiny room, she did her business and then checked her
reflection. She seemed to be having a good hair day and had had the presence
of mind to do her makeup that morning. All in all, she was fairly satisfied
with her appearance for once. She smoothed her skirt and as she looked in
the mirror she thought about George. She was sure now that she wanted him.
She wanted him badly. He was sexy and sweet and seemed to find her
attractive. She watched in the mirror as her cheeks grew hot. She wanted him
to touch her. She leaned back against the wall and imagined his hands on her
right now. She dipped her hand into her skirt and began to touch herself.
She moaned quietly as she rubbed her clit and thought of Georges dick. She
imagined it was huge and would feel insanely good entering her. Her hand
worked faster as she got more and more excited. She came quickly. Her skin
was rosy and glowing from her orgasm and she wondered if anyone would
notice.

She unlocked the door to leave the bathroom, when she bumped right into
George. He pushed her backwards against the wall of the bathroom and closed
and locked the door behind him.

I couldnt take it anymore, he said breathily. I had to have you. He kissed
her passionately and Susan kissed him back. His lips were everything she had
been fantasizing about. The space was so small that there was barely room to
maneuver. Susans back was against the little sink and George was in front of
her. She could feel his hardness on her leg and it made her crazy. As he
plundered her mouth with his tongue, she slid a hand up his leg and rubbed
his dick through his pants. He moaned into her lips. She worked him with her
hand while at the same time undoing his belt.

She thanked the gods that she had worn a skirt that day. She had had no idea
when she got dressed that morning just how well she had chosen her outfit.
Her thoughts of thanks grew louder in her head as his hand made its way up
her thigh, under her skirt, and shoved her panties aside. She cried out,
forgetting for a second where they were and that she needed to be quiet, as
his fingers plunged into her. She was already sopping wet, she had been
sopping wet all day just thinking about him. She moaned into his ear as he
thrust his fingers in and out of her.

God, youre so wet, he whispered in her ear.

I was thinking about you, she answered him boldly. Her inhibitions were
gone. Susan tugged his pants down, revealing his large, pink erection. His
dick was perfect and Susan thought that she couldnt wait to have it inside
her. George lifted her up and lowered her onto his throbbing member. Her
hands clenched his skin as the pleasure ran through her. He was so big, he
filled her completely. She moved on top of him, restricted by the size of
the room, but eager to please him regardless. He kept his hands on her ass,
rocking her up and down on his dick. She squeezed him with her thighs and
with her tight pussy.

She rode him hard and they banged into the walls of the bathroom enough to
announce to the entire plane what they were doing in there. She held on to
him tightly as he shoved his dick into her over and over. The waves of
pleasure running through her body were intense. She could feel her climax
building in a crescendo of ecstasy. George grunted, feeling his own
impending orgasm.

Susans hands tangled in his hair while her body erupted in the spasms of a
fantastic climax. She threw her head back and bit her lip to keep from
crying out. Her entire body was quaking with erotic sensations. She thought
she would be shaking the rest of the day. George, with a final thrust,
poured into her. The two would have collapsed together but the space would
not allow for that. They tried to straighten themselves up as best they
could after that.

Susan left the bathroom first and resumed her seat by the window. Her face
was flush and pink with afterglow. She gazed out the window, refusing to be
embarrassed by all the stares she had received on her way back to her seat.
George followed shortly after and as soon as he took his seat next to her,
the airplane erupted in applause. George looked around and realized they
were of course all clapping for them and their little bathroom escapade.

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# posted by Bubble Yum Girls : 2:34 PM  0 comments

I was lying in my bed, in and out of sleep, half dozing, half thinking. I
tried staring at the ceiling and I tried closing my eyes. Nothing worked. So
I just lie there and let myself drift along in the sea of down and warmth. I
had fallen asleep finally when I awoke to feel hands on mine. I was being
tied to the headboard. I opened my eyes, but saw only darkness. I smiled. He
had blindfolded me.

Hello, my love, I whispered to him in the dark.

Hello, princess, he whispered back, directly into my ear so it sent shivers
up my spine. I lay quietly on my back as he finished wrapping what felt like
silk around my wrists. I was bound to the bed, helpless it seemed, and
blinded. My other four senses peaked to make up for it. My skin tingled and
I could tell it was extra sensitive now. I could hear him moving around in
my room, rummaging in my nightstand drawer. A lazy grin worked its way
across my face as I realized what it was he was after.

I felt the feather almost before it touched my skin. I kept it in my drawer
for special occasions. I knew I was in for a treat. It was long and black,
sleek but with just the right amount of softness. He started with my face. I
felt it tickle my cheek and he brought it down my face to my throat. Gently
he brushed my neck and my shoulders, the bare skin reacting with goosebumps
to the slight touch. From my shoulders, he caressed both of my arms in turn
all the way to my fingers and back up to the shoulders again. Then he did it
again on the underside of my arms, the skin twice as sensitive. My breathing
was shallow and rapid as I became aroused. My flesh was alive and tingling
all over as he ran the feather down my chest to my breasts. He took his time
with each one, the feather circling my nipples and my delicate skin. I
moaned with pleasure as he lingered over my breasts for what seemed like an
eternity. I could feel my nipples proudly erect under the influence of the
feather.

My breasts fully stimulated, the feather began its descent to my stomach. I
could feel him brushing my soft skin in circles with the lightest of
touches. He used the feather to circle my belly button and to drift down
from there to my fleshy mound. He teased me forever, caressing my inner
thighs, my hips, every inch of skin he could cover that wasnt my pussy. He
trailed it all the way down to my toes, stopping to pay particular attention
to the underside of my knees. It tickled and I giggled out loud. As my
punishment for laughing, he smothered my lips with his in a deep and
maddening kiss.

I felt his nakedness against me, not having realized until then that he had
already removed his clothes. I was very excited and I wanted him right then
and there. But I knew I would have to wait. He would make me wait.

He withdrew from me to continue torturing me with the feather. He would not
stop until all of my skin had been touched and tormented by it. I writhed
around my bed, my hands bound over my head. My lower body was all that I
could move. I rolled my hips around, secretly knowing it would drive him
crazy. I pictured him watching my naked body moving so provocatively so near
him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But still he made me wait.

When the exquisite agony of the feather had been exhausted I heard him set
it aside. The bed shifted under his weight and I shivered with delight at
the idea of what was to come next. He followed the exact path of the feather
except this time with his tongue. Every inch of my being was aroused by now.
His tongue circled my nipples and he bit playfully at them. I squealed with
pleasure as he did this. His tongue followed my stomach down to my belly
button and finally to my pussy. He teased me again over and over, kissing
and licking me everywhere but the one spot I so desperately needed it. I
could feel how wet I was, how much this trick of his was working. I ached
inside, dying for him to be inside of me.

Please, baby, I begged him. I knew how much it turned him on when I begged.
Please I trailed off in the middle of my plea as I felt him shove his tongue
into me. I gasped as he found my clit and began to play with it. I was
bucking all over the place. He had to hold me down so he could lick me
properly. He stopped and crawled on top of me. He kissed my lips and then
straddled me. I felt his cock against my lips. I flicked my tongue at it and
heard his sharp intake of breath. I knew what he liked. I played with him
with my tongue, teasing him before finally taking him full in my mouth. I
wanted to stroke him while I sucked him, but my hands were still bound. I
wondered what it looked like to him, me tied up and helpless with his dick
shoved in my mouth. He was soaked with my saliva as I moved my mouth back
and forth over him. He was hard as a rock and I knew he wanted me badly. I
wanted him even more. I wished I could see his face as I sucked him, wished
I could see the rapture I caused him. But there was something about the
mystery of not being able to see, of having to imagine what he looked like
just then. His hands held my head to him so that I could not pull away. He
would have me until he was finished.

I was so aroused from being blindfolded, my senses toying with me, that I
thought I would burst if he didnt fuck me soon. I thought the fire from my
loins would be enough to ignite my entire apartment at that point. Just
then, he pulled himself out of my mouth and I felt him lifting my legs.
Before I could even take a breath he was pounding into me. I screamed out
loud and I clamped myself around his dick, tightening for him. He lifted me
up by my butt as he fucked me, letting him plunge deeper and deeper inside
of me. I could see stars behind my blindfold; I was at the height of
ecstasy. He thrust in and out of me, brutally hard and I knew I would be
bruised the next day. But I didnt care. I just wanted more of him. I longed
to rake my nails down his back but my arms were tied tightly. I could not
wrap myself around him as I longed to do. But he could have me however he
wanted me. He bit into my nipple and I groaned. Again I wanted more, I
wanted it harder. I wanted to feel pain. I squeezed him with my legs as much
as I could, pulling him toward me and pinching his ribs.

He pounded me, fucked me, and ravaged my body. He had every way with me he
had wanted except for one. I knew he had always wanted to try anal but we
never had. I told him one day we would try that. I think now was that day.
As he shoved himself in my pussy, I said one word to him: Now. And he knew
what I meant. He pulled himself out of me, leaned down to kiss me hard and
rough, and bent my legs almost over my head. He grabbed some lube from my
nightstand and slathered himself with it. I felt him rub it all over me,
pussy and ass. Then he poised himself at my opening and slowly eased his way
inside. I felt pain at first, but then relaxed and realized it was actually
enjoyable. He increased his pace and I moaned with pleasure as he fucked my
ass. I had never thought it could feel like this. I was so tight around him.
Faster and faster he went, plundering me in that most secret of places. His
finger found my clit as he thrust in me and I was on the moon. I came what
seemed a thousand times. I knew he was close but I never wanted it to stop.
It was so hot and slippery. I heard him grunt and knew it was time. With a
few final thrusts into my tight ass, he came inside me.
I felt him plop down on the bed next to me, utterly exhausted. I could hear
his heavy breathing and I was doing some panting of my own. It was amazing.
He reached over and untied me. I took off the blindfold. I smiled at him as
he dozed off.

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Dusk settled over the horizon, enveloping the city in a stunning array of
reds and oranges. The moon began to rise, bringing with it the promise of
night. This was Rome, a place where for some the days began with sunset and
the darkness held life. They were the city's best-kept secret, the vampires.
And they preferred to keep it that way. The element of surprise was key in
their quest for blood. They hunted their prey nightly and knew that if their
existence were to be discovered by humans, the vampires themselves would
become the prey. They fed on innocents and criminals alike without remorse.
Blood was sustenance and people were merely food. The vampire world was one
of dark beauty and insatiable hunger.

The girl walked down the strada oblivious to what haunted the city around
her. Her name was Sarah and she was an exchange student from the States
staying in Rome for a semester. Her own college back home had started to
seem stale and Sarah had thought the change would be good for her. The
problem was that she hadn't spoken a word of Italian upon her arrival. After
a few months, though, she started to pick it up a bit and was growing more
and more comfortable carrying on conversations with the locals.

It was a clear and beautiful night. The Trevi fountain loomed in front of
her, the imposing figure of Neptune looking down at her from his chariot.
She brought a book with her to sit near the famous monument, soaking up the
history surrounding her while engrossing herself in her newest favorite
novel. Perched on a step, Sarah watched the people all walk by and stand in
awe in front of the fountain. It was a masterpiece of sculpture to be sure
and all of the tourists wanted to toss in their coins. The legend was that
if you stand with your back to the fountain and toss a coin over your
shoulder into the water, then you will be destined to return to Rome. Sarah
had thought it was a silly tradition and thus far had refused to add her own
coin to the cause. There was a couple standing in front of the fountain now,
laughing and kissing, preparing to toss their coin together. Sarah looked
down at her book, blushing.

Ignoring the romance that bloomed around her in one of the most amorous
cities in the world, Sarah buried herself in her book. Her dark hair fell
across her face, creating a veil behind which she could hide from the world.
As she fell deeply into her story once again, a shadow loomed over her.
Sarah looked up.

Standing there was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall,
easily 6'4, with the most entrancing green eyes. She gaped at him as he
stared down at her. The man had seen her from across the Piazza, and had
been watching her since she had first arrived there that evening. He had
watched her watching the people around her with a hidden look of longing, a
disguised envy. He had watched her hide herself in her novel pretending that
was enough. He could sense in her the need for more. He could feel that she
had so much potential inside of her. The thing he could not see from his
hiding place was the color of her eyes and he had wanted so badly to look
into her eyes.

As she looked up at him he now saw that they were blue, an azure blue - the
color of the sky on a distant summer day. A color he could hardly remember
anymore. It had been so long since he had seen the daylight, since he had
gazed up into the sky and appreciated the color that could never fully be
recreated in art or poetry. Not until now. In her eyes.

Moments passed as they stared at each other, him a tall and gorgeous man of
not yet middle age with hair the color of midnight and her a small and
slender beauty with chestnut hair and no idea at all of how the rest of the
world saw her. Seeing him standing there, Sarah's mind kicked into
overdrive. Who was he? Why was he looking at her like that? How does any man
get to be that beautiful? Part of her wanted to reach up to him and touch
his skin; it looked so smooth and fine. She was shocked at herself for even
thinking that. She had never even had a boyfriend, much less stroked the
face of a stranger. Then he held out his hand to her.

"Forgive my intrusion, Senora. My name is Alessandro," he told her in an
ungodly sexy Italian accent.

She felt herself, as if in a dream, reach up and take his hand. She could
not look away from his eyes. She was entranced. When her skin touched his,
it felt like she had been struck by lightning. He grasped her hand and
pulled her to her feet. Alessandro stared at her, bewildered by what he had
just felt. His heart did not beat, but he thought that if it did, it would
have stopped just then. This was new, something he had never experienced. He
had come over here to seduce this woman and to feed on her, and had become
captivated by her fragile beauty and now was FEELING, something he had not
done in more years than he could even count.

"I'm Sarah, " she said softly.

His fingers felt cold on her skin, yet her body was so warm. She felt
electrified, alive as though for the first time. Who was this stranger and
why was he affecting her this way?

"Walk with me, Sarah," he told her.

And she did. They walked what seemed like the entire city, so beautiful in
the moonlight, so ancient. There was much history here, stories around every
corner. Alessandro seemed to know most of them. As they walked he told her
of battles and love stories, emperors and artists. She listened to him,
enrapt, fascinated by the extent of his knowledge. If she didn't know better
she would think he had actually been alive to see the things he was so
eloquently describing.

Alessandro was amazed at himself. He was a bloodthirsty monster yet suddenly
felt like he was on a date. He should have fed on her by now, but instead
found himself compelled to talk to her, to share his past with her, even if
she didn't know it was his past. She seemed to enjoy hearing about his city.
She was so small, a good foot shorter than he was. There was something about
her smile, her voice, that made him want to protect her. When he was the one
she should have needed protection from. He was confused, but also thirsty.
He had not fed yet that evening and his need for blood was becoming strong.
They stopped walking while crossing a bridge across the Tiber River. Sarah
stood and gazed dreamily out over the water, taking in what was a
breathtaking view of Rome. Alessandro watched her as she seemed to retreat
into her own little world. She was special, this one, he thought. He shook
his head, hoping to shake her off, to get her out of his head. He studied
her neck and reached out to touch her. His fingers softly stroked her
throat. She turned to him, torn from her reverie. The look in his eyes
startled her. No man had ever looked at her like that. There was hunger in
his eyes, blatant need. And in hers, he saw, was pure innocence. His hand
still on her neck he pulled her to him. Their lips met and his world
shattered.

Sarah felt his lips on hers and felt her knees go weak. She brought her
hands up to his arms, suddenly feeling the need to hold on to something so
as not to fall over. She grasped his upper arms, felt how strong he was. Her
hands moved up to the back of his head, unknowingly making the kiss more
passionate. He felt her pull him even closer to her and it drove him over
the edge. Alessandro felt himself harden. How this elfish little creature
could do this to him he did not know. He held her tightly and kissed her so
hard he knew he was bruising her soft lips. He couldn't get enough of her.
His tongue flicked out and ran across her lips. She parted them and he
darted his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. Sarah made a
low moan in her throat as she felt things that were so new to her. She had
never been kissed like this. She kissed him back with all she had. Her
fingers were locked in his hair, her tongue finding her way into his mouth.
Her tender little tongue on his lips, in his mouth, drove Alessandro crazy.
His vampire sense of smell was overpowered by her scent. He could smell how
wet she was, how much she wanted him. He wanted her more than he had wanted
anything. His mouth trailed from her lips down her cheek, her skin so soft
and silky. He kissed her face, her chin, her neck. He found his lips on her
throat, his tongue caressing her skin. Sarah felt so weak with yearning. She
longed to do things with this man, this stranger, that she had never even
imagined. She wanted him to take her, to have her, to be her first.

Her neck felt so good to him, so smooth. He wanted to take her. He had to
have her. But a voice in his head wouldn't let him bite her. His fangs
extended as he battled with his newfound conscience. Alessandro had never
had a problem biting anyone before, man or woman. Sarah seemed to sense his
hesitation and pulled back from him. She looked up into his eyes, searching.
His eyes were troubled and stormy, from the passion and from his holding
back. She stared at him, curious. Then she saw the fangs. He hadn't had time
to hide them when he realized she had pulled away. Stumbling backward,
Sarah's face was stricken. This beautiful man she had been kissing, this man
she had wanted so badly, was a monster. She couldn't believe it, didn't want
to believe it. She turned to run away from him, to flee the monster. She was
blind with fear and tripped over her own shoe. Sarah felt herself falling
toward the ground, the hard pavement rising up to meet her. She waited for
the impact but it never came. She felt herself floating, being lifted away.
Strong arms surrounded her and she clung to them for fear of falling again.
She did not open her eyes. She didn't want to see again. Calmer now, Sarah
let herself be whisked away and drifted off to sleep.

Alessandro carried her to his flat on the Strada Olmo and laid her in his
bed. It was a huge mahogany four-poster bed with heavy velvet curtains the
color of burgundy wine. The tiny girl in his big bed still slept. He had
used his gifts to calm and sedate her. The powers of a vampire were
countless. He had not wanted to scare her and he knew if she ran away he
would never see her again. And that would never do. He had to have this
girl, this precious creature. He would make her his own. He stretched out on
the bed beside her, watching her sleep. Sarah's eyelids fluttered from some
unknown dream.

Reaching over to stroke her face and to push a lock of hair out of her eyes,
Alessandro patiently waited for her to awaken. The night was nearing an end,
but it was no matter. The curtains held out the sunlight for him. He had no
need of a coffin. The flat was just as dark in the dawn as it was at
midnight. Sarah made a tiny sound and stretched her body in a way that
suggested she did not remember what had happened or where she was. She
looked like a cat waking from a glorious catnap. Her eyes fluttered opened
and he was the first thing she saw. She cried out, startled. He pressed a
finger to her lips. Her mouth closed but her eyes remained wide and never
left his.

"Sarah," he breathed.

It was the first time he had said her name out loud. Sarah found it
intoxicating. Her head was clearing a bit and she started to wonder if he
was going to hurt her. She thought he would have already done it if that
were what he wanted.

Not entirely comfortable but not as afraid, she said: "Vampire?"

"Yes, amore mio," he told her. "Vampire."

He kissed her forehead and began to tell her the story of how he had become
what he was. She was shocked to find out just how old he was but listened
quietly until he was finished. He did not try to hide from her the monster
he had been. Alessandro wanted Sarah to know him for who he was, to know
that he was no saint. She did flinch at several points in the story, but
managed otherwise to show very little reaction. She put her hand on his
chest. "No heartbeat." Sarah was fascinated, and no longer scared of him.
She realized that he had done bad things but knew somehow inside of her that
he would not hurt her.

Slowly, she leaned toward him and put her lips on his. He was taken aback by
her show of affection after the story he had just told her. Her lips felt so
soft and her kiss was gentle. He followed suit, kissing her gently and
pulling her to him. He ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue slowly
parted her lips. She moaned softly, writhing ever so slightly underneath
him. He could feel himself harden again with her body rubbing against his.
If she felt his desire for her, she didn't show it. Fingers in her hair, her
lips on his, they kissed passionately.

Alessandro rolled Sarah onto her back and leaned over her. His lips trailed
down her cheek to her neck, her shoulder. He pulled aside the fabric of her
dress, revealing more porcelain skin. Sarah opened her eyes and took him in.
He was so beautiful, every inch of his face perfect. Her hands found the
buttons on his shirt and started to undo them. She pushed his shirt back and
ran her fingers over his smooth, hard chest. Alessandro slowly pulled her
dress over her head, working the fabric up her body so softly that it
tickled every inch of her skin that it touched along the way. Sarah gasped
with pleasure. Her bra was next, his adept fingers undoing the hook with one
hand while the other was caressing her back. Sarah was amazed at his
gentleness. She kissed him again as her satin panties came off and she lay
naked before him. Their lips danced together softly, until she began to undo
the button on his pants. Alessandro groaned and deepened the kiss
immediately. Their gentle embrace quickly became desperate. She could feel
how much he wanted her as he devoured her body and soul. She had never done
this before but was somehow not nervous. She followed his lead and trailed
her tongue down his throat to his chest. She bit his nipple playfully and
his muscles all jerked reflexively. She ran her mouth all over his skin
while his fingers desperately found her soft, wet pussy. He shoved his
fingers into her and she cried out. She was already sopping wet, more than
ready for him. He positioned himself on top of her, unable to stand it any
longer, Sarah watching him, her eyes cloudy with desire. She opened herself
to him and as their eyes locked, he slowly thrust his throbbing cock into
her. Her nails dug into his back as she felt the pain of the first time. The
pain abated quickly and he started to move within her. She was so hot and
wet that Alessandro had to restrain himself from coming too quickly. He
wanted to please her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing him
deeper and deeper inside her. She cried out in pleasure as his thrusts grew
more urgent, harder and faster he began to fuck her. Alessandro felt his
fangs growing and knew he could not hold back any longer. As Sarah pulled
him deeper into her tight virginal canal, he lowered his head to her neck
and let his teeth pierce her tender flesh. She cried out, her hands moving
to hold his head to her. She wanted this. She knew now that she did.

He thrust himself in and out of her so hard as he drank her blood. Sarah was
groaning with pleasure, fucking him back as hard as she could, letting him
take this from her. She felt herself start to climax, the warmth building in
her belly and starting to spread throughout her body.

"Oh god, oh god," she screamed.

Alessandro pulled her closer to him, on the verge of coming as well. He
shoved himself into her harder and harder, still drinking her, as he came
into her, pouring his vampire seed into her tiny womb.

He pulled away from her, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Sarah," he whispered.

She opened her eyes dreamily as though her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds
each. She smiled softly.

"Hi there," she quietly, ever so innocently.

Just then Alessandro picked up a knife from the side of the bed. He cut
himself across his chest and pulled her up to him. He sat on the bed holding
Sarah and letting her drink from him. She did not protest but did as he
wanted. She drank his blood while he cradled her in his arms.

Sarah awoke as if from a deep sleep. She felt like she had slept an
eternity. She turned her head and saw Alessandro lying beside her. The
events of the night before came flooding back to her, but she was not
afraid. She felt calm and light. She felt free. Alessandro, sensing her
wakefulness, opened his eyes.

"How do you feel, amore mio?" he asked her, his eyes searching hers for any
sign of regret.

He found none. She smiled at him, a sly wicked smile. Her innocence now
gone, she was a new woman.

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