To Seduce a Stranger
I really havent been out in a long time; I thought to myself as I was shaving that night.
Some friends were in town and had invited me to their show in the city.
I went out, per se, but usually nothing special; the local pub, or coffeehouse or a night of playing Chess with a friend. But this night I was intending something different. Something I hadnt done for a long time. This night I was going to hunt, to prowl: the definition is to roam through stealthily, as in search of prey. She would be my prey.
When I was younger; it was all about the clothes made the man. Leather jacket, pants, I was slim, smooth, sleek, but in my mature minds eye, still a boy.
Since then, Ive seen a lot, done a lot and survived a lot. What use to be effort is now a part of my natural demeanor. The look, the confidence, the approach that I was simply far too inexperienced to know It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind*. The understanding of what really attracts a woman.
I thought about the actors who Ive studied for years: David Bowie, Peter Murphy, Sting. I had the look in my eyes of you are exactly what Ive been waiting for and Im exactly what you want but yet the look is not an obvious Im looking at you look, its an appearance one carries into a room with him of noticing you but not needing you. The I have more going on then needing to fill it with a co-dependence.
I was still shaving and listening to music. I studied my face, jaw line; the cleft of my chin; my haircut: if anything, my looks, like wine, have improved with a decade from mid-twenties to mid-thirties. My body as well, no longer a boy; my chest has broadened and my pectorals were defined. I thought about the women I have experienced over the years, white/black, younger/older, thin/heavy. Some lasted only a night; others were relationships where I was learning the most from, the quote improving my game as it were. I lathered myself in the shower sensuously, stroking my cock; not to release, but rather to prime it for what was ahead this evening.
As I said; in the past it was all leather and the bad boy motif. Nowadays, it was to be, seasoned veteran of a professional and successful in everything I did.
I paced my self. I had gotten dressed elegantly and went to dinner where I gave looks to the waitress and in return she gushed; I knew I was far above her league so I entertained that. I could tell shed melt from my demeanor. Yeah, I had it going on all right.
I wondered the streets on a long and winding grey paved street your breath the only friend* regally until I arrived at the club and passed the line of those waiting to be allowed in, I simply gave my name and was welcomed. As was the custom for many years, LE plus one was on the list.
I went inside and checked my coat. I was wearing a new red shirt you tell yourself while buttoning up your new red shirt*. The club was packed; I knew the band would attract a huge crowd. I moved with vampires grace through such nubile forms of eager preoccupations, all after one thing to out-do each other as if being graded on their chic and their award would be to be fucked by someone as equally, if not more than as cool as they insecurely poised themselves.
I settled myself in an alcove of a dark corner table and scanned the crowd of potentials. Long legs, young legs, scantly adorned they were barely beyond their teenage years. The firm breasts, bare necks, dark hair and pale skin all with the pretense of appearing undead; if they only knew.
A girl spotted me and tried to appear disinterested but she couldnt maintain composure until I smiled and revealed my teeth and she blush and looked away; as I said, if they only knew.
20 years ago I was that nave when I saw a woman such as she had seen me. Back then had I only known, I wouldnt be here tonight but she would not be my prey. I grew anxious, hungry, and rose to search what I was looking for. And then there she was; tall, full breasted, long black hair that flowed to her waistline. She wore a red velvet ball gown and even though taller on average then most woman she wore extremely high heels which only accentuated her ass. She wasnt young like most of the crowd and the blood red of her dress was an even greater suggestion to her exquisite beauty that made her stand out so much from everyone around.
She was the DJ, and the heels as she spun, gave her a hypnotizing slither of a cobra entrancing those on the dance floor.
When the woman had smiled at me 20 years ago in the club it was her that turned me into what I was now. She had seduced me and lured me to follow her home. She had seduced me and I had given my first bite and had tasted blood for the first time. She had made me the killer and seducer that I was tonight and had been with many others since. But after a mere twenty years; the hunt still thrilled me. To watch my prey. To study their beauty and life, to lure and seduce them. I have since traveled to many cities and the hunt always was the same.
I found my lurch and settled. Her every move was and trained as my own. All creatures have their own hungers that must be satiated; for her it was the making of a rhythm that excited people to dance. To watch her sway and work the dials that moved sound as if she was dancing with the turntable. Her long, slender fingers, delicately working the controls; the crowd was at her fingertips. If I could, I wanted to take her right there.
I waited patiently as the hours passed. As the night came to a close I went outside the club for her to appear. She came out the side with her box of music and got into her small car. I was in mine and the engine was already on as I followed her away from the club.
She arrived at her house and I continued past. I went around the block and parked on another street, I had all the time in the world; I knew this too well, but my hunger was so great. I walked through her backyard and watched so easily her movements behind the blinds of the sequence of lights going on and off through the rooms. I knew what I was waiting for to happen and it did. I positioned myself at the bedroom window and waited until I saw the bathroom light turn on. I could hear so clearly as the water began to flow and I effortlessly opened the window.
Her room was a lush and red as the dress she had been wearing that evening which now was on her bed. I removed from my pocket a plastic cinching wire and made the loop that would be used to bind her. I stood by the bathroom door and waited. I steadied as the shower was turned off. She came out wearing a Terry Cloth robe and I simple stood there in front of her as if an elegant model in a department store. She gasped and stepped back and with that I advanced toward her with inhuman speed and grasped a hold of her. She was beyond words as I stared into her eyes. Finally she said are you going to drain me or make one of you. I smiled and looked into her eyes and dropped the cincher I had in my hands to the floor then lifted her off her feet and into my arms.
I throw her onto the onto red velvet duvet atop her bed and her robe opened to reveal her nude, shaven form. Her legs were so long and tipped with deep red toenail polish and her nipples, a pale pink were already hard. I climbed the bed as if a cat mounting his prey. I came along up to her side as my hand caressed her legs from ankle to thigh. I rolled her over and removed her robe to expose her bare ass and the beautiful arch of her back. She turned her face to look at me. Her long raven hair flowed over her back as I lifted her onto her knees. I ran my razor-like fingernails along her inner thigh to touch her sex which was already moist. I moved behind her and unzipped my pants to release my sex. The blood in my body had already gathered to stiffen my cock as I placed it to her cunt. Her pussy was tight as I pushed myself to the hilt into her. Again I pulled myself back all the way to the tip and returned it into this wet sheath. She moaned again my paced quickened and the thrusts became more forceful. My nails clawed into her ass till they left pink scratches. My thumb pressed into her asshole as my cock continued its motions. My other hand massaged along her ribs and over her nipple then went to fondle her clit as I kept my rhythm. Her moans increased as my force became greater.
She moaned the release of an orgasm and I began to feel her leg tremble.
I removed myself from her and grab her leg to swing her onto her back. I lifted one leg and thrusted myself back into her. I was holding her leg up to where her heel was on my shoulder as I fucked her harder and harder. Running my fingertips over her breasts to her neck. I wrapped my hand around her throat and choke her as my intensity sent her into repeated orgasms.
I lower her leg and myself to be on top of her as I felt her legs lock themselves around me. My hand had loosened and she gasped and coughed for air as I continued to pound myself in her. I then opened my mouth and revealed my long fangs. She looked at me and her only word was yes as she offered her neck to me.
I bit deep and hard and the blood rushed into me. I continued to fuck her as I sucked her neck. She moaned and I felt her pussy tighten extremely onto my cock. I drank deeply as I continued to fuck her, I was near to orgasm as the blood flooded down my throat.
With a deep explosion I released my mouth from her. She had stopped making any sound. Her heart was no longer beating and I moaned in orgasm as my cum filled her.
I bent down to kiss her, now blue, lips the rose and redressed myself. I walked out of the bedroom then the front door and said to myself. Silly girl vampires arent real, Im just not like all the rest.
I really havent been out in a long time; I thought to myself as I was shaving that night.
Some friends were in town and had invited me to their show in the city.
I went out, per se, but usually nothing special; the local pub, or coffeehouse or a night of playing Chess with a friend. But this night I was intending something different. Something I hadnt done for a long time. This night I was going to hunt, to prowl: the definition is to roam through stealthily, as in search of prey. She would be my prey.
When I was younger; it was all about the clothes made the man. Leather jacket, pants, I was slim, smooth, sleek, but in my mature minds eye, still a boy.
Since then, Ive seen a lot, done a lot and survived a lot. What use to be effort is now a part of my natural demeanor. The look, the confidence, the approach that I was simply far too inexperienced to know It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind*. The understanding of what really attracts a woman.
I thought about the actors who Ive studied for years: David Bowie, Peter Murphy, Sting. I had the look in my eyes of you are exactly what Ive been waiting for and Im exactly what you want but yet the look is not an obvious Im looking at you look, its an appearance one carries into a room with him of noticing you but not needing you. The I have more going on then needing to fill it with a co-dependence.
I was still shaving and listening to music. I studied my face, jaw line; the cleft of my chin; my haircut: if anything, my looks, like wine, have improved with a decade from mid-twenties to mid-thirties. My body as well, no longer a boy; my chest has broadened and my pectorals were defined. I thought about the women I have experienced over the years, white/black, younger/older, thin/heavy. Some lasted only a night; others were relationships where I was learning the most from, the quote improving my game as it were. I lathered myself in the shower sensuously, stroking my cock; not to release, but rather to prime it for what was ahead this evening.
As I said; in the past it was all leather and the bad boy motif. Nowadays, it was to be, seasoned veteran of a professional and successful in everything I did.
I paced my self. I had gotten dressed elegantly and went to dinner where I gave looks to the waitress and in return she gushed; I knew I was far above her league so I entertained that. I could tell shed melt from my demeanor. Yeah, I had it going on all right.
I wondered the streets on a long and winding grey paved street your breath the only friend* regally until I arrived at the club and passed the line of those waiting to be allowed in, I simply gave my name and was welcomed. As was the custom for many years, LE plus one was on the list.
I went inside and checked my coat. I was wearing a new red shirt you tell yourself while buttoning up your new red shirt*. The club was packed; I knew the band would attract a huge crowd. I moved with vampires grace through such nubile forms of eager preoccupations, all after one thing to out-do each other as if being graded on their chic and their award would be to be fucked by someone as equally, if not more than as cool as they insecurely poised themselves.
I settled myself in an alcove of a dark corner table and scanned the crowd of potentials. Long legs, young legs, scantly adorned they were barely beyond their teenage years. The firm breasts, bare necks, dark hair and pale skin all with the pretense of appearing undead; if they only knew.
A girl spotted me and tried to appear disinterested but she couldnt maintain composure until I smiled and revealed my teeth and she blush and looked away; as I said, if they only knew.
20 years ago I was that nave when I saw a woman such as she had seen me. Back then had I only known, I wouldnt be here tonight but she would not be my prey. I grew anxious, hungry, and rose to search what I was looking for. And then there she was; tall, full breasted, long black hair that flowed to her waistline. She wore a red velvet ball gown and even though taller on average then most woman she wore extremely high heels which only accentuated her ass. She wasnt young like most of the crowd and the blood red of her dress was an even greater suggestion to her exquisite beauty that made her stand out so much from everyone around.
She was the DJ, and the heels as she spun, gave her a hypnotizing slither of a cobra entrancing those on the dance floor.
When the woman had smiled at me 20 years ago in the club it was her that turned me into what I was now. She had seduced me and lured me to follow her home. She had seduced me and I had given my first bite and had tasted blood for the first time. She had made me the killer and seducer that I was tonight and had been with many others since. But after a mere twenty years; the hunt still thrilled me. To watch my prey. To study their beauty and life, to lure and seduce them. I have since traveled to many cities and the hunt always was the same.
I found my lurch and settled. Her every move was and trained as my own. All creatures have their own hungers that must be satiated; for her it was the making of a rhythm that excited people to dance. To watch her sway and work the dials that moved sound as if she was dancing with the turntable. Her long, slender fingers, delicately working the controls; the crowd was at her fingertips. If I could, I wanted to take her right there.
I waited patiently as the hours passed. As the night came to a close I went outside the club for her to appear. She came out the side with her box of music and got into her small car. I was in mine and the engine was already on as I followed her away from the club.
She arrived at her house and I continued past. I went around the block and parked on another street, I had all the time in the world; I knew this too well, but my hunger was so great. I walked through her backyard and watched so easily her movements behind the blinds of the sequence of lights going on and off through the rooms. I knew what I was waiting for to happen and it did. I positioned myself at the bedroom window and waited until I saw the bathroom light turn on. I could hear so clearly as the water began to flow and I effortlessly opened the window.
Her room was a lush and red as the dress she had been wearing that evening which now was on her bed. I removed from my pocket a plastic cinching wire and made the loop that would be used to bind her. I stood by the bathroom door and waited. I steadied as the shower was turned off. She came out wearing a Terry Cloth robe and I simple stood there in front of her as if an elegant model in a department store. She gasped and stepped back and with that I advanced toward her with inhuman speed and grasped a hold of her. She was beyond words as I stared into her eyes. Finally she said are you going to drain me or make one of you. I smiled and looked into her eyes and dropped the cincher I had in my hands to the floor then lifted her off her feet and into my arms.
I throw her onto the onto red velvet duvet atop her bed and her robe opened to reveal her nude, shaven form. Her legs were so long and tipped with deep red toenail polish and her nipples, a pale pink were already hard. I climbed the bed as if a cat mounting his prey. I came along up to her side as my hand caressed her legs from ankle to thigh. I rolled her over and removed her robe to expose her bare ass and the beautiful arch of her back. She turned her face to look at me. Her long raven hair flowed over her back as I lifted her onto her knees. I ran my razor-like fingernails along her inner thigh to touch her sex which was already moist. I moved behind her and unzipped my pants to release my sex. The blood in my body had already gathered to stiffen my cock as I placed it to her cunt. Her pussy was tight as I pushed myself to the hilt into her. Again I pulled myself back all the way to the tip and returned it into this wet sheath. She moaned again my paced quickened and the thrusts became more forceful. My nails clawed into her ass till they left pink scratches. My thumb pressed into her asshole as my cock continued its motions. My other hand massaged along her ribs and over her nipple then went to fondle her clit as I kept my rhythm. Her moans increased as my force became greater.
She moaned the release of an orgasm and I began to feel her leg tremble.
I removed myself from her and grab her leg to swing her onto her back. I lifted one leg and thrusted myself back into her. I was holding her leg up to where her heel was on my shoulder as I fucked her harder and harder. Running my fingertips over her breasts to her neck. I wrapped my hand around her throat and choke her as my intensity sent her into repeated orgasms.
I lower her leg and myself to be on top of her as I felt her legs lock themselves around me. My hand had loosened and she gasped and coughed for air as I continued to pound myself in her. I then opened my mouth and revealed my long fangs. She looked at me and her only word was yes as she offered her neck to me.
I bit deep and hard and the blood rushed into me. I continued to fuck her as I sucked her neck. She moaned and I felt her pussy tighten extremely onto my cock. I drank deeply as I continued to fuck her, I was near to orgasm as the blood flooded down my throat.
With a deep explosion I released my mouth from her. She had stopped making any sound. Her heart was no longer beating and I moaned in orgasm as my cum filled her.
I bent down to kiss her, now blue, lips the rose and redressed myself. I walked out of the bedroom then the front door and said to myself. Silly girl vampires arent real, Im just not like all the rest.
flygirl:
Wow.