Interlude With A Vampire

I was getting soaked to the skin in my white dress and scarf, as I had been walking for several blocks in this torrential downpour in an effort to just get back to my friend’s house. The white scarf on my head was doing pretty well to protect my hair from the elements, but my white dress was ruined by the rain. So there I was, lost and alone in a city I didn’t know, getting hopelessly soaked by the rain, and I still had at least a mile left to go before I reached my friend’s house. Just as I had given up on ever finding a taxi in this weather, I saw a man rushing to get inside of his limo.

I remember a time, not so long ago, when I had gone out one evening and got caught in the rain. I had been walking, so I thought I was stuck out in the bad weather. I was getting soaked to the skin in my white dress and scarf, as I had been walking for several blocks in this torrential downpour in an effort to just get back to my friend’s house. The white scarf on my head was doing pretty well to protect my hair from the elements, but my white dress was ruined by the rain. So there I was, lost and alone in a city I didn’t know, getting hopelessly soaked by the rain, and I still had at least a mile left to go before I reached my friend’s house. Just as I had given up on ever finding a taxi in this weather, I saw a man rushing to get inside of his limo.

Out of sheer exhaustion and desperation, I ran up to the man and explained that I was hopelessly lost and was trying to make it back to my friend’s house. I asked him, “Would you be willing to come to my rescue and give me a ride to my friend’s house?” He was dark and handsome and there was something about the way that he smiled up at me that put me unnaturally at ease. My common sense told me to be wary of him, but he was so handsome as he said, “Your chariot awaits you, my lady.” He was charming too. I was in trouble for sure. LoL. I got in the limo with him and thanked him for picking me up. He looked me right in the eyes as he told me, “It’s my pleasure to be of service to you, my dear.” Our eyes locked for what seemed like a long time. The more he looked at me, the more it felt as though he was looking right into me. In an incredibly soothing voice he said, “You should relax.” I instantly felt completely at ease. He invited me to come to his villa for the night and, before I could think to say anything else, I found myself saying, “Okay.”

The next thing I remember is pulling up to his estate, which could only be described as beautiful. When we pulled to a stop at the front of the mansion, the gentleman exited the limo first and then extended a hand to help me get out. Things are fuzzy after that. I don’t remember going into the house, or what it looked like, though judging by the exterior, the interior must’ve been equally impressive. The next thing I clearly remember is sitting on the end of his beautiful four post canopy bed, which was covered in red and black satin sheets on the mattress, and which had sheer red curtains draping down the posts of the bed.   I looked up at him and saw that his shirt was off but that he was still in his dress pants. It was immediately apparent, even in my disoriented state of mind that he had a massive hard on in his pants.

Everything happened in a blur of sensations and flashes of memory, like I was moving through a waking dream. I remember him suggesting that I make myself more comfortable on the bed by laying down on it. Somehow doing as he asked felt like the most natural thing in the world. I lay my head down on the black satin pillows as he crawled up to me on the red satin sheets. The next thing I remember is the feel of his cool hands on my skin and I realized that I somehow wasn’t in my soaking wet white dress anymore. I was naked and I became aware of his long fingers running through my golden hair, down my neck in a feather lite touch as he made his way to my heaving chest. He rubbed and massaged my massive tits and sucked on my hard nipples as his fingers danced expertly inside my soaking wet pussy.

He kept his mouth on my nipple as he moved to take off his belt and remove his pants. He gently put his hand on my inner thigh as he said, “Open for me, my sweet. Let me come into you and I promise you bliss unlike any you have ever known before.” My desire burned so hotly for him that my legs began to part even as he was still speaking to me. He moved on top of me, careful to place all of his weight on his hands as they dug into the red satin sheets. He gently and slowly slid his hard cock inside of my throbbing pussy. His thrusts inside of me were careful and measured as though he feared that he might break me if  he wasn’t exactingly careful with my body. But I could feel the force he exerted on the mattress as his hands dug into the bed on either side of my head. I could feel the rock hard strain in his every muscle as he so carefully pushed in and out of my slick pussy. He began to move faster and faster inside of my tight pussy hole. Just as he shot his unbelievably hot load inside of me he brought his mouth down to my breast and sucked it so hard that it almost hurt. That was when I felt his teeth sink into the tender flesh of my breast, which filled my entire body with thrilling pleasure that was beyond any I had ever known before. My body felt so incredibly good, in so many places all at once, that it overwhelmed my dazed mind and I passed out.

I woke the following morning and found myself alone. On the black pillow beside me there was a single red rose and a handwritten note that said, “Thank you my dear, for a wonderful night. You will find your clothes cleaned and pressed and laying on the settee at the end of the bed. When you are ready, make your way downstairs and food will be prepared for you. Once you have finished eating, my car will take you anywhere you wish to go. Eternally Yours, Baron Greycastle.”

I remembered just enough of the following night to know that I would go crazy if I never experienced him again. So I left a note of my own telling him that he could find me on Phone Sex Kingdom. It was the most strange and erotic experience of my life and he still calls me to this day for hot phone sex that always promises to be more, but which I know will never be. If you have a hot story to share or you just want to have a great time, call me, Loraina. Until next time dear readers, *kisses*.