3 comments/ 29457 views/ 7 favorites Vampire Dream By: stewman121056 I was at work, and Michele went to the walk in movie at 6:00 PM. After the movie, she came out the front door. It was dark since the sun was now down. She was going to go towards her car, when she heard someone to her left say something. She saw a guy standing down at the other end of the building by the alley. She looked at him, and he asked her to come over there because he needed some help. Michele said ok and started to walk towards him. When she did, he started to back up down the alley till he was almost in the dark. Michele got to the edge of the building and alley. She looked down the alley and saw him going into the darkness. He motioned for her to follow him. She walked down the alley till she got to where he was. She asked him what could she help him with. She saw that he was tall, had red hair, and a red goatee. He was well dressed also so she knew he wasn't a bum, and she wasn't afraid. She looked at his face, then his eyes. He was staring at her, and she stared back. He started to hypnotize her, and soon she was under his spell. He backed further into the darkness, and she followed him, totally under his control. Soon they were completely in the darkness of the alley, unable to be seen by anyone. As she stood there in the dark with him, he commanded her by thought to put her hands by her sides. When she moved her hands down and had them by her sides, he moved in closer and directly in front of her. He reached up with both of his hands and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. He then pulled open her shirt and exposed her chest and the top of her bra. I could see that she was wearing her white bra that pushed her tits up. He looked down at her exposed chest, then up again into her eyes. She seemed to know what he wanted, because without saying a word, she expanded her lungs to make her chest stick out more, and thrust it out towards him. It looked like her tits were going to spill out of the top of her bra. He watched her as she did what he commanded, and then moved in closer to her. He then turned his head to the left, and laid his ear on her exposed chest. He held his head there quite a while, then stood up to face her. He still had the top of her shirt pulled open. He looked down again at her chest, moved his eyes up to her neck, then up to her eyes again. Michele stared into his eyes, then reached up and brushed her hair back away from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to the right, exposing her neck to him. I then saw him start to move his lips towards her neck. I saw him open his mouth, and saw that he had fangs. He then bit into Michele's neck and wrapped his arms around her. I saw her hands slide up from her sides, reach up, and wrap around his back. While he was biting her, she rubbed up and down his back as to encourage him to continue. They stayed locked together for awhile. I could see him sucking in when he drew blood from her. When he pulled back, I could see the two holes on her neck, and a little blood dripping from the wound. He looked into Michele's eyes again, then bent his face towards her neck and used his tongue to wipe the blood away from her neck. He commanded Michele to button up her shirt, and she reached up and buttoned the button. He then said something to her in a real low voice, then disappeared into the dark. Michele then came out of his spell, walked to her car, got in, and drove home. The next thing I saw was the next night. I wasn't home, and Michele was going to get her shower. She walked into the bedroom and closed the door. She went into the bathroom and opened the window so it wouldn't get stuffy in there when she took her shower. She left the bathroom, and walked into the bedroom to take off her clothes. She took off her shoes and socks, then threw her socks into the hamper. She then reached up to unbutton her pants. While she was throwing her socks into the hamper, I saw a misty type of smoke start to filter into the bathroom through the window screen. As she was just about to unbutton the top button of her jeans, the guy from the alley materialized in the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. Michele saw him enter the bedroom and was startled at first, till she looked into his eyes. He quickly put her under his spell again. He again commanded her to put her hands on her sides. She dropped her hands away from the button on her jeans, and down to her sides. He walked towards her till he was standing directly in front of her. He stared deep into her eyes. He reached up with his hands and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. He then trailed his hands down to the second button and unbuttoned that also. He opened up her shirt and exposed her chest and the entire front of her bra. She was wearing her light brown see through bra. You could see all her tits, to include her nipples. Her nipples were hard, and she was breathing real funny. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, which made her tits jiggle and bounce. He looked at her tits, and watched as they jiggled. Then Michele acted as if on his command to expand her chest and push it out towards him. He watched as she offered herself to him. Her tits were thrust out and her lungs were fully expanded. The brown bra also pushed her tits up, so when she expanded her chest, it looked like her tits were about to spill out of this bra also. She really looked like she was trying to entice him to take her bra off. He looked down at her chest and saw her heaving breasts. Then, while holding her shirt open, he turned his head to the left and again laid his ear on her exposed chest. With her tits expanded and pushed up like they were, his cheek came to rest on top of her cool creamy flesh. He kept his ear to her chest for quite a while. Then he removed his head from her chest, and stood to face her. He held her shirt open, stared at her chest, then to her neck, then up to her eyes, and looked deep into them. Michele moved her hand up and brushed back the hair from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to the right, exposing her neck to him. He looked down and saw where the holes were where he bit her before. He moved his lips towards her neck, opened his mouth, sunk his fangs into Michele's neck, and wrapped his arms around her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, rubbed up and down his back, and moaned. They stayed locked together for awhile, then he pulled back. I saw the two holes in her neck reopened, and again a small amount of blood was coming from the wound. Again he bent his face down and licked the blood from her neck with his tongue. I heard him then tell her that he wasn't going to change her into a vampire. He would only take enough blood from her to quench his thirst, and that would be replenished by the next night. He said he didn't want to change her because he wanted to have her company, and besides he had other plans. He commanded her to button up her shirt again. She did as he commanded. Then I heard him tell her that he would see her again soon, and then he turned into mist and went back out the bathroom window. She came out of his spell slower this time, but showed no idea he was even there. The next thing I saw was Michele waking up the next morning to get dressed. She put on her white bikini panties, jeans, socks and shoes. She then got her blue and white checkered button down shirt. She put that on and no bra. The day went on, soon it was night and time for her to get her shower. Again she walked into the bedroom and closed the door. She went into the bathroom and opened the window again. She then went in to the bedroom and took off her socks and shoes. While she was taking off her shoes and socks, I saw the same misty smoke come in through the screen in the bathroom window and he materialized in the bathroom. She threw her socks into the hamper, then turned to go to the closet to take off the rest of her clothes. When she turned, she saw him standing in the middle of the room. She gasped, but was again under his spell almost immediately. This time he didn't have to tell her to drop her hands. She immediately put her hands to her sides. He stepped towards her till he was right in front of her. He looked deep into her eyes, reached up with both of his hands, and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. His hands slid down and unbuttoned the second button of her shirt, and then he slid his hands down to the third button and unbuttoned that also. He then slowly opened her shirt to expose the top of her chest. When he opened her shirt further, he saw that she was not wearing a bra. She was breathing really fast, and her chest was heaving. Her tits were practically bouncing from her heavy breathing, and her nipples were long and hard. He opened her shirt wider and stared as her tits were more exposed to his gaze. He looked at her tits for what seemed a long time and watched them heave up and down as she breathed. He then looked deep in her eyes again, and as by command, she drew in a deep breath and pushed out her chest at him. He looked down at her tits and watched as they grew firmer and rounder. Her nipples stuck out, and looked like they were at least an inch long. He started to move his head down as if her were about to suck on one of her nipples, but he then turned his head to the left and again laid his ear on her exposed chest. This time his cheeks were making direct contact with her tits. She could feel his face on her tits, and it made her nipples grow longer and harder. He kept his ear to her chest a long time. He then removed his head from her chest, and stood up to face her. He held her shirt open wider, and looked at her tits again for a while. I saw while he was watching her tits bounce he licked his lips. He was really concentrating on her tits. I heard him say to her that she had nice breasts, and her nipples looked very inviting. Michele moaned when he said that. He then looked up to stare her in the eyes. Michele moved her hand up again, and brushed back the hair from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to the right to expose her neck to him. He slowly moved his lips to her neck, but instead of biting her, he first started to kiss her neck around the area he had bit twice before. Michele wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back up and down. She started to breathe faster, and let out a long low moan. He then opened his mouth, and again bit into her neck. She breathed in deep and held her breath while he drank her blood. She continued to hug him and rub her hands up and down his back. When he was done, he pulled back and kissed her neck where he had just been sucking. He used his tongue to get the little drops of blood that were dripping from the holes. He then stood up and backed away from her a step. He was still holding her shirt open wide. Michele was breathing hard, her tits were swollen, her nipples were rock hard, and her chest was heaving. He commanded her to button her shirt, but before she did, he wanted her to play with her tits and pinch her nipples. Michele raised her hands up to her tits, and started to massage them, then knead them like small loves of bread. She closed her eyes and moaned. She then pinched her nipples hard and moaned louder. She moved one hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy through her jeans. She started to rub faster and harder, and pull on her nipple. All at once she groaned and stiffened. He could see that she was reaching orgasm. She shook and shuddered. When she stopped shaking and breathing hard, he commanded her to button up her shirt. She did as he commanded. He told her that he must see her again the next night. Michele said to him that she would be waiting. He then turned into a mist and rolled out of the open bathroom window. Michele came out of the trance. When she started to finish getting undressed, she noticed that the crotch of her panties were soaked and had leaked out to the crotch of her jeans. She also noticed that her tits were slightly sore and her nipples were tender. The only times they felt like this before is when I played with them and pinched her nipples hard. She finished undressing, got in the shower, and shaved her legs. The next day Michele woke up and got dressed. She put on her pair of sheer white bikini panties that you could see through, socks, shoes, and her white cotton button down shirt with no bra. Since she shaved her legs the night before, she decided to wear shorts. The day seemed to drag on for her. Somewhere in her mind, she was thinking about what would happen tonight. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew something would happen. Day turned into night, I was already at work, and Michele was going to get her shower. She got up, went into the bedroom and closed the door. She didn't immediately go into the bathroom and open the window though. She took off her socks and shoes. Put her socks into the hamper. Then she took off her shorts. She had them in her hand when she went into the bathroom to open up the window. After opening the window, she went back into the bedroom and put her shorts on top of the hamper. She reached for the top button of her shirt, then turned to go to the closet to take off the rest of her clothes. When she turned, she saw him standing in the middle of the room. She drew in a deep breath, and looked into his eyes. She was immediately back under his spell. She dropped her hands away from her button, and slid them to her sides. He looked her up and down and saw that she had her pants off also. He stepped forward till he was standing right in front of her. He stared her in the eyes, reached up with both of his hands and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. He continued to look deep into her eyes while his hands slid down to the second button and unbuttoned it. His hands slid further down and unbuttoned the third button. Then, he slid his hands down and unbuttoned the forth and last button. He opened her shirt completely exposing the entire front of her for him to see. Her chest was heaving, her nipples were hard, and her tits were rounder and fuller. He looked at her body. He started with her tits, which seemed to have grown, and were fuller and rounder. He then let his eyes travel down to her stomach, then her hips, and then to her panties. He could see through them, and saw her pubic hair. It was a perfect V. He looked at her pubic area for awhile, then trailed his eyes back up. He watched as her chest heaved and her tits seemed to grow right in front of his eyes. Her nipples grew longer and stiffer while he watched them. Then she started to pant. She was acting like she was in heat. He trailed his eyes up till he could look her in her eyes. When his eyes reached hers, he stared deep into them. She then expanded her lungs and thrust her chest out for him. He moved his lips to the top of her chest and kissed her there. He then moved his lips down to the top of her tits and kissed her there. It looked like he was going to move his lips to one of her nipples to suck on it, but he then turned his head to the left, and again laid his ear on her exposed chest. His face again was touching her tits. She felt this again, and it looked like her tits grew bigger, rounder, and her nipples grew longer and harder. He kept his ear to her chest for a long time, then pulled his head away so he could stand and face her. When he was standing in front of her, Michele looked down to see that he still had a hold of her shirt, and it was wide open. She watched her tits heave, and her nipples stick straight out. She then looked up at his face and could see that he was smiling. Michele started to smile also. He stepped back one step, still holding Michele's shirt open, and looked Michele deep in the eyes again. Michele shrugged her shoulders back. He then slid Michele's shirt off her shoulders, down her arms, then off. He dropped the shirt on the floor to her side, then looked at her standing there with only her panties on. He stepped close to her. She was looking deep into his eyes when she felt his hands on her tits. He started to rub them, then squeeze them in his hands. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, which made them grow harder and longer. I could see Michele's face while he was doing this. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open. She was panting short gasps, and started to moan softly. She felt him remove his hands from her tits, and then felt them slide down the front of her till they reached her panties. She felt his finger slide under the waistband, and slide down towards her pubic mound. When his fingers reached her pubic hair, he stopped his hand from sliding down any further because her legs were closed. He looked up again into her eyes. Michele could hear what he was saying, and did what she asked. She moved her right foot away from her left so her legs would open. As soon as they were parted wide, she felt his hand start to slide further down. She could soon feel his finger between her legs. I heard Michele moan when he slid his finger up and down the folds of her slit. He was checking to see how wet she was. He found out quickly just how wet she was, and slipped his finger into her. She moaned loudly and shook from the beginnings of her orgasm. He started to finger her pussy fast and deep. Michele reached out and grabbed a hold of his crotch and started to rub his dick through his pants. Suddenly she stiffened and screamed out that she was cumming. She then sprayed his finger and hand with her hot pussy juices, and grabbed a hold of his now thick hard dick. He knew she was ready to fuck now, so he pulled his hand out of her panties. He then grabbed the waistband of her panties between his thumbs and fingers and peeled them down. She opened her eyes, looked down, and stepped out of them while he held them in place near the ground. He dropped her panties on top of her shirt. He then stood up, picked her up in his arms, and moved over to the bed. He laid her down on the bed and lay down next to her so he was facing her. He looked her deeper in the eyes. She slid her hand up and brushed the hair away from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to expose her neck to him. He bent his face forward till his lips were touching her neck. Michele braced herself for the feeling of his fangs biting into her. Instead she felt his lips lightly kissing her neck, then slowly trail up to her ear. He then moved his lips to her face and kissed her cheek, then slid them over to put them on her lips. He kissed her long and hard on her lips and slid his tongue into her waiting open mouth. They kissed for a long time. They kissed each other's lips, necks, and ears. He then pulled away from her, reached up with his hands and pulled his shirt open and off. He faced her again, and looked into her eyes. Michele slightly came out of his spell, just enough to speak to him. She asked him why he laid his head on her chest right before he bit her on the neck, and why didn't he bite her this time. He told her in a soft voice that he was listening to her heartbeat. He told her that humans had four different heartbeats. One was a normal heartbeat, the second was one when they were scared, the third was when they were anxious, and the fourth was when they were preparing for sex and are passionate. He went on to tell her that the first time in the alley, when he unbuttoned her top button, he listened to her heart to see if she was strong. He heard her heartbeat, knew that she was, and it was beating normal because she wasn't afraid. He said the second time when he unbuttoned two buttons and listened, he heard her heartbeat and it was elevated like she was scared. He then told her that the third time when he unbuttoned three buttons, exposed her naked chest, and listened, even though her nipples were hard, he heard her heartbeat, and it was elevated like she was anxious. He said this time when he unbuttoned all four buttons, and totally exposed her naked front to him, he saw her breasts had grown fuller, rounder, and her nipples were very hard. He told her that when he put his ear to her chest and listened, he heard her heartbeat and found that it was beating passionately. He knew that she was ready for sex, and wanted to have it. Vampire Dream He told her then that he wanted to have sex with her, but wanted her to want him also. He told her that he wasn't going to bite her neck now, that he was going to fuck her. Michele gasped when she heard him say that, and I heard her in a begging type voice, "yes please fuck me." He looked deep in her eyes again. Michele was out from under his spell now, and was totally on her own free will as she reached down, unbuckled his pants, then pulled them and his underwear down. She then used her foot to completely remove them and kick them off the bed. He put his hand on her chest then slid it down till it was between her now parted legs. He slid his hand over her pubic hair till he was directly between her legs. He could feel by her heat and wetness that she was ready. While he was feeling between her legs, he bent his head down and placed his ear on her chest. Not only could he feel that she was ready, he could also hear by her heartbeat that she wanted, and was ready for sex. He then slid over on top of her and she opened her legs wide to allow him to get between them. He raised her knees, pulled up on her hips, and slowly slid his dick into her. Michele was so wet and ready that he easily slid all the way in. He started to fuck her long and deep. I could hear her tell him to fuck her good. She was saying yes over and over, trailing the s. I heard him growl, push all the way into her, slide his hands under her ass, and pull her closer to him. He growled again, and threw his head back. I heard Michele scream that she could feel his cum shooting into her, and that it was so hot. He pushed deeper into her still and shot more cum into her. Michele was screaming yes to him, and telling him that he was filling her up with his hot cum. He slid his hands out from under her, and slid them up to her tits. He squeezed both of them in his hands, and pulled on her nipples. I then heard Michele scream out for him to keep cumming in her and pulling her nipples because she was cumming also. She picked her hips up off the bed, and wrapped her arms around his waist to pull him closer. She screamed out "oh god it feels so good." As she was cumming, he pushed the hair away from her neck, tilted her head slightly, bent his head down to her neck, opened his mouth, and bit her again. As soon as his teeth sunk into her neck, Michele started cumming hard. She moaned and gasped while he was drinking her blood, bucked her hips up and down furiously, and raked his back with her fingernails. When he had his fill, he pulled his fangs out of her, licked the blood off of her neck, and started to fuck her again. He slammed in and out of her very fast, and Michele would groan whenever he hit bottom. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed out the she could feel him cumming again. She came with him this time and they both collapsed in each other's arms when they had finished. She purred to him that he could keep coming to her nightly, and he didn't have to go anywhere else. He told her that when he was biting her and drinking her blood, that he also put some of his blood in her. He told her that now she would never have a menstrual cycle again, so if she wanted, they could fuck every night. He also told her that since he was the undead, she couldn't get pregnant. He also told her that he was good for as many times as she wanted nightly since he was the undead. She hugged him hard and told him she would love to fuck him every night, and would find a way to be with him on my days off. I then saw Michele reach down and grab his dick. It was soon hard again, and he mounted her. He fucked her slow and deep. She was begging him to fuck her, she told him she really needed it, and wanted this to last a long time. He fucked her through moans, groans, gasps, and whimpers. Michele had her legs pulled back so far that her knees were practically by the sides of her shoulders. He pulled out of her and lowered her knees till her legs were on the bed. He then straddled her hip area, and sat on her. He reached down and grabbed his dick. He aimed the head at her stomach and chest. He told her to open her eyes and watch while he came. She did as he asked, and soon was staring at the head of his dick. She watched as the first stream of sperm shot out of the slit. It shot out and landed across her lips, chin and neck. I watched as she stuck out her tongue and licked the cum from around her mouth. The next shot landed on her left tit covering her nipple and ran down the sides. The next shot hit her right tit and did the same as the other. It hit her nipple then ran down the sides. Right before I woke up I saw Michele reach up with her hands and start to rub his cum all over her tits and chest. She was smiling and let out a long sigh. I woke up just as she was about to wrap her lips around his dick. Vampire Dreams The music was loud; the place packed, yet Melissa was not having a good time. She had come to this club with her husband but less than an hour after they arrived he met a few work buddies and now they were off chatting at the bar leaving her to fend off countless jerks. This was supposed to be their night, a night of drinks, dancing and enjoyment yet so far all she managed to get was a headache. Reaching into her pursue Melissa pulled out a tissue yet the same action caused her lipstick to flip out and roll across the floor. Her eyes followed it for a moment before her body sprang into action yet from that first motion of her body it was already too late. The lipstick rolled several feet and bumped lightly into a highly polished leather cowboy boot. Instantly a hand reached down and picked it up causing Melissa's eyes to follow, and follow they did. As her eyes moved with the hand, they took in everything; the long lean form, the dark yet striking attire, and even the weird sort of dragonish onyx ring. The man himself was tall, dark and yes even handsome. His smile was broad and friendly but his eyes were the killer for when they looked upon her Melissa felt as though he were reading her very soul. At first she shank from it as a fan might under the scrutiny of a movie star, yet the more she looked back the more comfortable she felt. She watched as he gestured with the lipstick tube asking a sort of silent 'yours?', and suddenly she was glad it was. She nodded her head, yet already he was moving towards her, and thus she stood for the encounter. Then there he was towering head and shoulders over her yet mere inches from her body. "Vampire Red" he said with a single raised eye brow. "A bit provocative is it not?" he continued as a contagious smile spread across his lips. Melissa stood for a moment in silence, as each word sunk in. His voice was deep, rich and clear with just a hint of some far away accent, and then she realized that somehow he must have seen the tiny label on the lipstick cap. His sight was sharp indeed to have captured that name from such a small tube without pausing in the least, and then suddenly she realized it was a question. "My husband likes it" came her response, and then added "because it's dark." as a sort of explanation. "And what of you, do you like it dark?" he continued still holding that small silver tube. "Well... Yes I suppose so" Melissa admitted "It looks pretty sexy don't you think?" Immediately the charming stranger asked "Then would you put it on for me?" as he handed back the tube in the process. The question or perhaps the unwavering confidence behind it stunned Melissa, and for a moment she looked towards her husband. Finding no answers there she gazed back at this sexy stranger directly into those dark sparkling eyes. It was an innocent request she reasoned; as her gaze held his own, and so slowly she looked away, pulled the cap off and rolled the lipstick out. She started in the center of the upper lip and made a smooth stroke out to the right corner. When that was complete she repeated the process to the left and finally finished with a long slow stroke across the entire bottom lip from corner to corner. Next Melissa rolled both lips inwards and rubbed them against each other before allowing them to again come back into view with a tiny smile. Her eyes never left his though and his never left her lips through the whole process. Then without another word he brought the baby finger from his right hand to the corner of Melissa's lips. It was like a tiny caress as it stroked delicately and sent a shiver through her body yet truly Melissa had no time to even react if she'd chose to do so. She watched as he drew away that finger with the tiny smudge of deep red. Watched as he look briefly at it then brought it to his own lips, and pressed it against the center. It was as though he were sampling her kisses, and that impression was only augmented when the tip of his tongue rolled out tasted that smudge from his own lips and his eyes flashed. "Shall we waltz?" he asked as his gaze again captured hers. Once again Melissa paused as she tuned her senses to the din about them then chuckling lightly and shaking her head she smiled and replied "This is not a waltz." "Don't worry it will be" came the same confident response as his hand gathered hers within it and he began escorting her to the dance floor. Although Melissa's body followed her mind began questioning things. Why was it necessary to tune in the din? For she suddenly realized she had heard nothing but this man since he'd spoke those first words. How could he know what song might come up and perhaps what were the odds of a waltz being played in this rock club? Still though she followed for as curious as those questions might be this man was infinitely more intriguing. Now within the center of the dance floor the tall stranger stood with Melissa at his side. He smiled once to her looked at the band then bowed his head. As though on cue the leader stopped the music had a quick discussion with the other members and then began a haunting waltz. At first there was general confusion amongst the clientele yet as this man's arm sweep behind Melissa and they began to dance so too did others. As the dance continued Melissa found herself imagining different sceneries and times. She danced with this man through Victorian times in some grand court, through the 18th century in a castle besieged, and even through the two world wars. There was comfort in his arms, always a deep sense of peace and always ending with his soft lips upon her neck. They danced and danced moving as though guided by the wind itself. Flowing, smooth, soft; nary a jerk or misstep occurred, and as the song finally ended the images Melissa's mind had crafted slowly vanished and were replaced by reality. All that is except his lips upon her neck, for when this did not fade as the rest Melissa realized it was a fact. She felt the deep shudder which ignited her senses as this took hold yet still she broke away. "No I cannot" Melissa exclaimed. "I'm married" Instead of pressing the matter though this strange man smiled, nodded his head, and said "I understand. Perhaps in another life we were meant to be. You're welcome here of course, anytime" and with that he left turning suddenly and disappearing in the crowd. For a moment Melissa considered going after him, she wasn't sure why but already she missed him, and then her husband Jason was at her side. "Hey sweetie who was that?" he asked. "Umm" Melissa thought, and then realized she didn't even know his name. "I'm not sure" she finally answered then told her husband all that had occurred. ********************************************************************* With clothes as dark as the night, a lone figure moved through the quiet residential streets. His stride was long, smooth, and silent offering an impression that he glided rather than walked. Even the very lights, which guided his path, seemed to shun this figure. Time and again, they would rise only to fade before highlighting his features. For a moment the figure paused; under the one streetlight, which had burnt out; then with a reassuring tap of his pocket he continued. Within half a block he suddenly turned and slipped into the deeper darkness of a hedged walkway, all but disappearing from sight. Moments later the shadow of what could only be this man made its way cautiously behind the home. There in the darkness beyond the chance for prying eyes he reached out with a gloved hand to test the door. Finding it locked the hand returned from whence it came, then the figure turned and slipped again into the cowl of darkness. It only took a few seconds though for him to re-appear; now upon the wooden porch, which graced the front of this home. As the gloved hands again tested the home's accessibility, there were no furtive glances, nor second thoughts. Once again the portal was barred, only this time he did not turn. Instead the hands explored the sill above, the mat beneath and even the flowerpots nearby. When at last a key was found the figure again approached the door. One gloved hand reached out, grasped the door handle, and tugged upon it, while the other inserted and turned the key. The action was smooth, purposeful, and practiced, for silently the lock slipped open, yet the figure did not immediately enter. Instead he turned and replaced the key before finally slipping inside. Now within the quiet solitude of the home he stood with his back to the door. He allowed himself a moment for his senses to become accustomed to their new surroundings. Slowly his eyes scanned from right to left, then centered on the long winding staircase, and followed it up. There was no sound here. No indication of anyone being at home, yet the figure still moved as though someone were. Turning, he re-locked the door using the manual lever, and then cautiously climbed the steps. Always watching, always listening. When at last his head past the level of the second floor he stopped, and then turned to gaze at the closed double doors, of what could only be the master bedroom. Now with the same fluidity and silence of motion the dark figure had shown so far, he slipped up to the doors and entered. Once again he closed the door behind him and stood with his back to it while he surveyed the room. Here though he was not alone, for perhaps 10 feet from where he stood, lay the sleeping form a young lady. There was a certain graceful elegance about her; perhaps it was the long sweeping lines of her body, or the way her hair fanned out in soft curls about the deep red of her pillowcase and sheets. She was blonde, extremely attractive, and for all intense and purposes nude. Her body lay on its side with one leg and her back fully exposed, while her other leg and front were obscured by the folds of a summer blanket. She was not alone though for behind her was another. A man, large graying hair and wrapped tightly in the rest of that summer blanket. Presumably this was her husband yet they slept with their backs to one another inconceivable given her beauty, yet that facts were there laid out before him. The figure did not hesitate at seeing this couple; instead he approached the bed and reached into his pocket to retrieve a camera. For a moment he just stood there gazing down at this sleeping beauty, then without warning he brought the camera to his face and pressed the button. There was no click, no flash, nor sign of any kind that a picture had been taken, yet he continued. For the longest time the process repeated again and again as he moved about their bed, stopping only momentarily to bring the camera to his face adjust the focus then press the button. The pictures were only of the young lady though, and when at last the process ended the figure had returned to the exact spot he had started from. Now slowly knelling at the lady's side he again reached into his pocket. This time his hand produced a brush used by women to feather blush upon their cheeks, yet it was immediately obvious this was not his intended use. Carefully the strokes began upon her outer exposed thigh. The strokes were small figure eights, which danced again and again upon the same spot until at last this stranger intruder mastered both pressure and location. Then as his confidence grew the brush began to slip higher and deeper upon the thigh. His eyes though watched her face and each time the slightest furl of her brow occurred he'd back off to rest a moment. Soon the lady's body shifted, rolling onto her back exposing the delicate swell of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and dark even in this dimmed light, and her lips had parted as though expecting a lover's kiss. One leg though still lay entangled within the summer blanket which now rose up from between her legs and lay delicately across the soft fur of her mound. Even had the light been better the figure probably would have been unable to see all that he might have hoped for. Yet even though this was the case his smile cut through the gloom. It appeared as a curved beacon of white, which shone for just a moment, before slipping back into the darkness. Once more the process of taking silent, flashless pictures began and ended with the shadowy prowler knelling at her side. Then once again he produced the tiny make-up brush and began working on the upper thigh. Now though instead of concentrating on a specific spot the brush would make tiny overlapping circles which began on the upper mid thigh and progressed ever so slowly up and inward. It seemed to take forever for the brush to finally dance in the valley of the leg and hip joints yet the very moment it occurred a soft moan came from the sleeping lady's lips. At first the sound seemed to startle this man for he stopped and withdrew the stimulation, yet when neither further sound nor even movement arose he returned to the task at hand. This time the brush was brought to the very line of the lady's own soft fur and for a moment it seemed fight for the right to touch that skin. The circles became soft brushes against the fur directing it up and out in long slow lines until at last it seemed satisfied. Then starting from the very base of her inverted triangle the intruder resumed the tiny circles. This time they made a beeline directly down toward the closed legs. Towards the crest of her mound where the softest fur disappeared. The circles shrank in size as they approached, perhaps due to the confined space, or perhaps he simply wanted the increased intensity at this moment, at this point. In any event the lady again moaned only this time her legs parted as the brush approached, dragging the last remnants of the blanket from her sweet fur. Her hips slowly seemed to rise as the brush neared, but instead of dipping in that tight, dark, place it dance off to the side and pleasured the inner thigh. Slowly that thigh parted further offering more place; and the brush took immediate advantage by once again dancing through the fur to the very edge of the wet lips now visible. Still though it did not touch them but jumped to the opposite thigh and began working its way down towards the knee, pushing the last of the blanket before it. Somewhere in this process the thighs learned that if the brush touched them they should part. Gradually they parted enough to offer him full, unfettered access. Enough access in fact, that a hand or even tongue could be brought to bear. Yet even this was not sufficient for the dark figure wanted more. Now instead of torturing the thighs though he again teased the soft fur. Bringing the bristles to the very brink of the lady's lips he then rolled the tool in his hand and guided the thick smooth handle down along the outer reaches of her wet lips. Her body felt the pressure and tensed for a moment, then without asking the thighs bent and parted further. Now one leg lay almost on the very edge of the bed yet, it was the other, which produced a second smile. The other thigh had risen and touched that of the lady's husband, who with a deep snort rolled unceremoniously away. That was it, the one small concession he offered them. The one chance for either to awaken and defend her honor. Having past that point the dark figure now removed one glove and stuffed it along with the make-up brush into his pocket. Then leaning in, his lips parted and hovered a mere fraction of an inch from the closest hard nipple. With a long slow exhale as though fogging glasses before a cleaning he breathed down and around the tiny bud. The lady felt the heat and soft wind as this occurred, he knew this, for her back arched offering the seemingly virginal bud for his lips. Instead he breathed in deeply once more, and then as he exhaled a second time his bare finger slipped between the wanton, wet lips of her pussy. He heard the gasp as the tip pushed inside, felt how her hips began to grind upon it, yet all the while his lips continued to heat the ultra sensitive nipple. He never allowed a single touch upon it though, as the lady's passion mounted. Concentrating instead on the pleasure and sensation his finger provided. As the tip delicately worked in and out between the hungry lips, the lady's moans grew louder. Even now as her hips became more forceful, striving for more, he wondered if and when they might rouse her sleeping lout of a husband. It was not enough though for still he lay oblivious, and thus the dark figure pressed onward. His mouth left the aching bud of her nipple and centered over her clit. Once again he breathed hotly down on her body, only now he could feel the muscles within her legs rippling with excitement. Again and again he breathed over the clit's hood until the body started to sense the next wave and the hips rolled up to meet it. As this occurred the dark figure slipped his finger, along with a second, all the way inside, and held it there. At first the lady's body seemed to tense again, but this only lasted a second before her hips started driving those fingers in and out. They rolled up and down in a constant paced action, and the figure watched as the lady's own hands began cupping, squeezing, and teasing her own breasts. She was ready. Now a third finger joined the others in long deep strokes, then his mouth left its post for the final assault. This time moving back up her body, past the hard, hot nipples, past the gasping, waiting lips, to the lady's ear. Then the fingers pulled out and slowly began the process of gliding up between the wet lips towards her clit. The lady could feel this, for her body responded to each tiny pressure as the outer two fingers parted the slick lips while the third trailed along the center inevitably towards the waiting clit. As though it were a tiny sprout breaking through the soil of spring her clit slipped effortlessly past the parting hood, which shielded it. Anxious it seemed for this pending contact. Then as the finger just barely brushed it the dark figure's lips offered these whispered words... "Soon I shall leave you Breathless." The lady suddenly screamed out.... Sitting bolt upright Melissa screamed out, the very sound was filled with sexual excitement but the suddenness of it caused her sleeping husband to literally jump from bed. She was on the very brink of a wonderful orgasm yet there was nobody there, and now Jason was questioning her. What could she do? She told him of her dream and the shadowy figure. Told him how he teased her body, yet with each word Melissa became aware of the passion, which still raged inside her. There was more to it though, for as she continued the telling, Jason began caressing her body; teasing it until her moans broke up the very words. Soon the story was left far behind and together they made love. ********************************************************************** The next morning as Melissa sat at the kitchen table drinking her coffee she reflected on the previous evening. Jason had long since left for work, yet the smile and spring in his step all but outright declared what he had been up to just hours before. What had truly happened? She knew quite well that she had awoken from an erotic dream. A dream, which had at the time seemed so real, and which had affected her so profoundly that, she had been on the verge of an orgasm. But why had it occurred in the first place? Who was that man of her dreams? It was as far as she could remember her first ever, erotic dream, but even now as she thought about the details she became excited. Even Jason seemed to fall under its spell, for as she had begun to relate it to him, his passion grew, and they ended up making love until the first light of dawn broke through their curtains. He had been like a wild man, or even teenager for his passion seemed tireless, until that first light. Vampire Dreams... It's the same erotic dream every night. I see it happen in third person at first. I'm sound asleep under my satin sheets in nothing but a short white t-shirt. The sheets are cool and comfortable against my body, moonlight is pouring through the room. He appears outside my window in a small fog. The raven hair that nearly covers his eyes is gently flowing in the wind. His ocean blue eyes are staring at me, wanting me, raping me. I'm dreaming about fucking him again in my dream, and inevitably I wake up horny as hell, but don't open my eyes. I snake my hand across my chest softly brushing it against my nipple making me shake as my delicate hand travels south past my belly button, lower, lower, and then I shudder with that first rush of pleasure. He's inside now. I didn't see how, but he's standing at the foot of my king-sized four-poster, watching me play with my pussy with the bed sheets half off the bed. The sheets barely covered my pussy, teasing him. Without a sound he slides off his long leather coat and it falls silently to the floor. I dip my finger into my pussy to make it really wet and go back to rubbing my clit and rolling my hips, blissfully unaware that he's there. He's only in a pair of jeans now, the sexy dark kind that ride low on his hips showing just a bit of his pubic hair at the top. He leans weightlessly on the bed and inches closer and closer to me. He opens his mouth as he nears my neck and reveals a pair of fangs to penetrate my alabaster skin. He's almost there, one inch, half, a quarter, suddenly a cold breeze goes through the room and I open my eyes and stop masturbating. The dream now is from a first person view. I sit up in bed and realize my French doors are open about three inches. I slide out of bed frustrated and cross the smooth wood floor to the doors. I touch the gold handles and push them closed and lock it. I stare out the window at the moon for a moment. Then his cold hands gently fall on my shoulders. I shudder, not because I'm afraid, I expected him to come like he always does. I shudder because of how incredibly turned on one touch from him makes me feel. I feel his lips upon my neck, and his fangs gently invade my skin and he gently sucks me, God I'm so turned on. I pull away turn around to face him. His eyes shine in the light and he wraps his slender but strong arms around me and kisses me like nobody else could. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths as his hands sensually run up and down my back. He lets his hands run down to my bare ass and my pussy soaks at his touch. He fades back on the kissing slightly, enough to ever so gently bite my lip and make a little drop of my red hot blood appear. He takes his tongue and runs it over my lip while he holds my face with his right hand and I nearly cum right there, but the night has just begun. He pulls away and runs his left hand around up my stomach to my tits, which are nearly bursting through my thin shirt. He runs his fingers over my cloth covered nipples and I groan like a whore at the pleasure it causes. He grins, like he so often does, before he reaches down so fast I don't see and picks me up effortlessly by my ass. He seems to glide over to the bed and then he lays me down and kisses me hard again. I don't fully understand him or what he is at all, but fuck he gives me so much pleasure. He backs off again and starts walking over to the stereo, I'm so turned on I'm dying to have him inside me he can't get back here fast enough. He hits a few buttons and the stereo hums to life and a sensual melody fills the air. Oh fuck, it's Closer by Trent Reznor, the hottest sex song in history. I let out another moan and I watch him as he becomes a blur of motion which frightens me a little but in what seems to be half a second he's back on top of me and he rips my shirt in half like it got caught on a conveyor belt falling to the floor on either side of the bed. I'm totally nude, my pussy rubbing up against his jeans nearly making me cum. Before I can finish humping him he begins kissing down my body. He goes down my neck, then pays careful attention to my tits and he bites me a little and thumbs my nipple rings just enough to make me want him even more, finally he gets to my clit. I cum the second his warm tongue touches me, I was just that horny. As my orgasm hits its peak my body thrashes about but he greedily keeps me grounded to the bed as he continues to play my pussy like a piano. Somehow he knows exactly how to make me cum harder than anyone else has ever done. I don't know how he knows, but oh God does he know. I'm already horny as fuck again as he slips a long slender finger inside me. He runs the tip of his finger to the roof of my pussy and finds my g-spot without needing anything more than my moans of pleasure to find it. He swiftly works his way back on top of me as he takes my left tit in his mouth sucking it just enough to make it hurt and feel good at the same time. He's fingering me harder now hitting my g-spot like a sniper every time, getting me closer and closer to the edge. Fuck I need him inside me now. I make him stop and pull him up and push him down roughly on his back, by the grin on his face I can tell he likes it. I tear at his zipper nearly catching his dick in it as I furiously pull down his pants. No underwear, I loved it. Only a zipper, button, and thin layer of denim ever separated him from my pussy. I take him in my hand, he's hard as a rock, and his dick is so gorgeous I can hardly keep from impaling myself on it right there. I fight the animalistic urge to fuck his brains out and get on all fours and slowly take his cock into my awaiting mouth. Now it's his turn to moan. The moment my lips close around him he lets out a low moan and stretches more showing me it feels really good. I pump his cock with my left hand and I slowly bob up and down on his rod. I gradually get faster and soon I feel him growing even harder and I place my hand on the skin between his ass and balls and feel him begin to cum. A moan of nothing short of ecstasy escapes his mouth as I feel the first splash of cum hit my mouth. I greedily suck him as his cock pulses and he continues to give me what I want. I take it all, not sparing a drop. I slow my pace and before I can look up he grabs me and forces me onto my back and holds me down. Please don't do that. I think to myself, I'm already turned on enough, but I know he knows I like it rough, just like he knows everything else. Both his hands are on my shoulders, he bends down and bites my neck harder than before. I'm bleeding badly, I feel it running down my neck staining my sheets, and he's drinking it, but fuck is it hot. My pussy is soaking again and I know he can sense it because agonizingly slow I feel his hard dick slip inside me. He's about a quarter of the way in when he suddenly thrust all the way in nearly bottoming out inside me. I yelp in pain and incredible pleasure when he's completely inside me. He releases my shoulders and leans back and instead raises my legs up off the bed and he begins fucking my pussy even deeper. He moves so swiftly, completing each stroke never breaking the glorious rhythm of my hips bucking up against his cock. After a few minutes of this I'm dying to cum again, again he knows this. Almost as if he read my mind he leans back carrying me with him this time forcing me to straddle him with my knees bent and my feet upright on the bed. He holds my ass to help keep my legs from getting tired and he starts pounding me like a drum. He angles his cock just right so it rubs my g-spot with every thrust. He's moving so fast all I feel is his cock continually inside me, and it's too much for my aching pussy to take. I feel my muscles contract and that mixture of pain and pleasure building quickly, a few more thrust sends me over the edge and I cum so hard I nearly force him out of me. In my ecstasy I hear faintly in the background that Closer is still playing, he put it on repeat. I haven't started coming down yet when I feel him starting to twinge as he slows his strokes. Oh yeah cum for me baby, I say to him as I know he's close. He says nothing, he just looks at me with pleasure on his face and he closes his eyes as he continues to fuck me. He releases my legs and I lower myself onto my knees and bounce up and down on his cock meeting every thrust. Finally it happens. I see his face twist in that way I so love and I feel his cock twitch and he violently begins to shake. His cock rattles my pussy as that first spurt hits the walls of my pussy, it's so warm, and nothing feels as good as his cum in my pussy. He keeps pumping me slower until eventually my pussy has gobbled up all his cum and he relaxes and collapses back onto the bed. I slip off his messy cock and crawl up beside him. He puts his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest and my leg on his. We're thick with sweat and have no need for the now soiled sheets. Who are you? I ask softly. He looks down at me and smiles. He opens his mouth to speak. I wake up. Horny as fuck, and my French doors open slightly, his jacket on the floor. The night is just beginning. Vampire Dreams Zin had no clue what she was doing here. She was tired and just wanted to sleep. But that was the last thing she would get. The dreams were getting worse. They were vivid, erotic, and she always woke up panting, sweating, her body screaming for release. The music thumped in her ears, grating her nerves raw. Her two best friends were on the dance floor grinding with two random guys. She watched as she nursed her beer noting they looked happy and carefree. Something she hadn't felt in forever it seemed. All she ever did was work and school. When was the last time she got laid? Oh yeah, the guy in her study group. Sure, that had lasted all of 10 minutes but there had to be more to it than just spreading her legs and the guy getting on and off. Literally. The vision of the man in her dreams wafted to mind and she shook her head against it. NO! She would not sit here and fantasize about some stupid dream but still, they distracted her during the day, Sometimes she could feel HIM rub her shoulder, run his tongue along her ear as she sat on top of him with this enormous cock buried inside her. What disturbed her the most was that he always bit her right on the jugular when she came. She would beg him every time to bite into her flesh. The feel of his teeth tearing into her made her lose her breath as she rode out the most glorious orgasm on the biggest cock she had ever taken inside her. What scared the total shit out of her? Was that last night they had kissed afterwards and she could taste her own blood on his tongue and she absolutely loved it. Her friends came back with their new guys and she tried to join in the talking, chatting, drinking of the night. Zin gave up after a few minutes, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. He came to mind instantly. He was tall and broad shouldered. Long black wavy hair that hung past his shoulders. Eyes the color of a deep dark forest. Tattoos that ran from his neck, down his arms, chest, stomach, stopping just short of those firm hard hips and thighs. "Zin? Zin?! You ok?" One of her friends asked, shaking her hard. Her eyes popped open as she realized she had been moaning softly. She mumbled something and ran for the bathroom. She hid in a stall, head buried in her hands. What the fuck was wrong with her?! She was failing at work and class. The last three months she had been hiding from everyone because she didn't want anyone to see the changes in her. Like the "super" hearing she developed. It was so acute she could hear her friends talking at the table through the blare of the music and could hhem dumping her and leave with their guys. Fine with her, she was a fucking mess anyways. She left the stall, washed her hands and went into the crowd. As she made her way through the happy drunk people, the back of her neck prickled. She looked up to see HIM standing by the door. she gasped and felt her body flood with a driving aching hunger she only felt in her dreams. She blinked... And he was gone. Shit, she needed to get OUT of here now. She bolted out to an inky night and lit up. Yeah, she shouldn't smoke but she needed one right now. Her body was screaming for a release she sure as hell couldn't give it. She closed her eyes and took another drag. Her neck tingled again. Zinnia knew he was close by but didn't open her eyes. "Zinnia?" A soft voice asked in front of her. "Go away. You're not real." She whispered to the air. "I assure you, I'm very real," the voice said. A hand grabbed hers and she stiffened but offered no resistance. It was placed on a hard chest could feel a heartbeat, heat, muscle and she shivered. "If you're real then I'm fucking nuts," she said softly. Fingers lifted her chin and she opened her eyes. The cig fell from her hand. He was REAL! He smiled softly and moved his hand to her hair, pulling her against him. His arm wrapped around her, letting her feel every hard inch of him. Oh yeah, he was as fully endowed as she had dreamt. He even smelled like he should. Warm, musky, and all male. She pushed back and slapped him hard. "Bastard! You haunt my dreams, turn me into a mess, drive me insane and NOW you expect me to walk right into your arms and fuck you? Fuck off!" She yelled and walked away. "Oh and one more thing-" she said and turned back around to find him gone. "Dammit!" She screamed and stomped away. She walked off her anger, occasionally lighting up to relax. It didn't work. She walked home and straight into her bathroom. She stripped and stepped under the hot water. She leaned back on the tiles, letting the water stream down her long red hair, over her shoulders, full breasts, stomach, hips. She wasn't a supermodel but she knew she was pretty in a classic way. Her hands traveled down her breasts, cupping them. They were full and aching. One hand slid down to her sex and she cupped herself, palming that sweet spot that pulsed against her. He came to mind as she rubbed herself faster. It didn't take long to climax and sagged against the tile as release swept through her. She stood slowly, shut off the water and stepped out. Zin wrapped the towel around herself and collapsed on her bed. She didn't know how long she had been asleep but woke knowing he was there. "Why me?" She asked softly. "Why haunt me? Make me want a dream I can't have when I'm awake?" The bed dipped as he crawled on the bed up her body. He pulled the towel away as he settled on top of her. Zin groaned in pleasure as his weight pinned her down. She opened her eyes to him smiling at her. His hair enveloping both of them in a dark cocoon. She wrapped herself around him, opening her body to him. "You belong to me. You were hidden from me by those that seek to ruin me. Dreams were the only way I could find you, but I had to wait till you ready." He brushed his lips across hers, hearing her whimper softly. "You are the one that will match me, complete me. become one with me," he whispered. "But I can't be yours, I'm not what you are," she said as her hips shifted under his, pushing up slightly. He growled deep in his throat. "Yes you are Zinna of the Smoke and Fire. You always have been. You just need to be wakened," he murmured against her neck as he ground his hips into hers. "Into..." She whispered. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "Vampire," he said and kissed her softly. She tasted like honey, cherries, and pure female, ready to be taken into his world. Her world, where she should have been all along. "I'm afraid," she said softly. He kissed her, growling softly. Letting his lips slide down her cheek, softly nibbling on her jaw, ear, and pause at the pulse thudding in her throat. He sat up suddenly, spreading her legs wide with his knees. His eyes glittered in the soft light of the bathroom. His gaze raked over her. Soft peachy skin, full breasts, gentle swell of hips and the soft, full lips of her sex made his mouth water. He pulled off his shirt, exposing tattoos she remembered kissing, tonguing. She gasped. Damn, he was simply gorgeous. Thick strong shoulders, muscled arms, defined chest covered by olive skin. He slid off the bed and stood. Zin watched as he stripped. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and stood nude, his cock fully erect. He pulled her down to the edge of the bed and caressed her thighs. He leaned over and mouthed her core, sucking her clit into his mouth, making her cum hard and quick. She was so ready, wet, and wanting him. Zin arched off the bed, unable to breathe as fire lit her veins and rode out the orgasm under his mouth. She collapsed on the bed, breathing hard but he didn't stop. He flicked her with his tongue making her twitch as he pushed her legs up higher, exposing her to him. He pulled his mouth away and slid his tongue down between her lips, dipping into her core, tasting warm sweet juices. He growled and pushed her up on the bed. Her eyes traveled the skin, muscle, tattoos to the hard thighs and the enormous cock that stood straight in front of him. "Oh fuck yes...." She breathed and pulled herself up on the bed. She opened her legs and held her hand out. "Um, what's your name?" "Malachi," he growled and crawled on top of her, crushing her. She groaned in pure pleasure of his weight, heat and all male body pressing her into the mattress. His cock pressed against her sex. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him in. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Zin opened for him, taking his tongue deep, running hers along his sharpened teeth as he pushed just the head inside her. Zin moaned and shivered. Malachi pulled his head up and watched her pant and moan. He pushed in slowly, feeling her heat and tightness grip him and suck him deep. "Please......' She begged. He hit bottom and held himself there. "Look at me," he commanded. She opened her eyes and gazed into his deep green ones. "I am yours. you are mine." He pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her. She cried out, arching against him. "Yes! Take me. Fuck me!" She screamed. He hammered into her. She kissed him hard as she pushed back against him. This was so much better than the dreams. He was here, inside her, making her feel alive for the first time in her life. He pushed one arm underneath her, cradling her head with his hand. The other held onto her breast. She felt exquisite underneath him. Zin moved her legs higher over his buttocks, letting him feel every inch of her. Her body tightened as she trembled underneath him. He could feel her close so he shifted his knees so he could push on that sensitive spot. "Malachi!" She groaned as she spilled over the edge. She gripped his cock so tight he had a hard time pulling back but it only made him growl and shove into her as hard as he could. He wanted to wait, to go slow but she was so incredibly sexual his eyes flashed red and buried his face against her throat as he climbed to the peak. Zin rode one orgasm after another, couldn't catch her breath and felt it. Teeth. Sharp ones. On her neck. She managed to reach up and push his head into her flesh. She stiffened as flesh was pierced but heard him groan and press her down, hammering hard. She orgasmed again and whimpered as she felt him release into her. Felt him drawing essence from her. She didn't know how much time had passed but he was still on top of her, inside her. He had softened a bit and had let go of her neck. She couldn't move. Slowly he lifted his head and kissed her. She tasted blood on his lips. Her blood but it didn't scare her. Not this time. This was real. "I'm sorry. I couldn't wait. There's supposed to be an entire courting ritual but I've searched for you for so long, that I needed to feel you underneath me. Now." She smiled and stroked her hand through his thick damp hair. "Yeah, well. You've found me and now you're mine. So get used to this, because we have a lot of catching up to do," she said softly. "Indeed." He said and kissed her deeply. Vampire Dreams: Smoke Zinna woke to a male body pressed behind her and smiled to herself. She shifted slightly and an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her solid against him. "I have to go," she said. He released her and watched as she slowly walked into the bathroom. Malachi watched her hips sway, hair moving softly on her silky skin. He grew hard. Again. Damn, his urges were getting the better of him. He didn't have much time but he wanted to hold her, kiss her, fuck her senseless. But he didn't have time. The crescent moon neared and he had to have them back at his estate by then or the consequences would be horrendous. Zinna finished her duty and turned on the shower. She stood under the hot spray for a bit and stepped out to an empty bathroom. She walked into her bedroom to find him straddling the corner of her bed. He was just so damned big. Broad shoulders, thick arms, defined chest, toned hips, strong legs. His cock lay half erect on the sheet. She blushed He looked up and smiled. "I deserved the slap." "Damn straight you did." He leaned back on the bed, gazing intently at her. Those deep green eyes made her shiver and she smiled. "I am Malachi of The Earth and Wind. I'm a vampire and I'm 249 years old. I have been looking for you for a very long time." He sat up and braced his arms on bare legs. "It wasn't my intent to drive you nuts but I had to find you somehow and dreams were the best way." "I don't understand any of this," she said and slid down next to him, letting their naked bodies connect. He leaned over and pressed his forehead to her. "I know. But haven't you noticed unusual things before I started the dreams? The hearing, light sensitivity, craving food but never feeling quite full, always knowing when things were going to happen before they did?" He said and cupped her cheek. Her eyes were glowing a slight red. He smiled and kissed her softly. "But I grew up with normal parents. I mean, I knew I was adopted. They were German and I'm a pale redhead but they were good to me. I grew up happy, went to school, graduated, learned to drive." Her eyes clouded over, like smoke rising in the midst of her soul. "And I'm glad you were taken care of so well but we need to go now." Zin pulled back. "Go where?" Malachi sighed. "To my home in Tennessee. Its the only place where we can be safe." He gazed into her eyes. They were lit up a bright red. He had only heard the lore on the women of Fire and Smoke and always wanted to meet one. She was the last of her kind. As he was the last of his. She stood suddenly and yanked a dresser drawer open. "I don't suppose telling you I don't want to go is an option," she muttered as she yanked on underwear and a tshirt. He smiled, well, grinned and bared his fangs as he noted she didn't put on a bra. Damn, he wanted more of her. "No." He growled and stomped into the bathroom to the shower. She pulled on jeans, socks, sneakers, jacket. She walked into her closet and opened her safe. Inside was the only remaining photo album of her beloved parents. She grabbed a bag and shoved the album, tshirts and underwear in it. When he came out she was sitting on the bed. She didn't look at him while he dressed. "Ready?" He asked her softly as he stood in front of her and held out his hand. She stood, pulling the bag over her shoulder. Damn, she was angry. Angry that for the umpteenth time in her life she had to leave what little home she had. Angry that her parents never told her there was something she needed to fear. Angry that she was all worked up and wanted to fuck his brains out again. She didn't answer him, only met him eye to eye. "I'll take that as a yes," he said pulling her against him. "Hold tight," he said as he lifted his eyes to the ceiling and began to chant. She grabbed on tight to him and felt instantly dizzy. The room shifted and blurred, turned green, black, wavy. She could feel his arms around her. Just as she thought she was going to throw up, the world shifted again, became still, clear. He released her. "We're home." She looked around at the green forest, manicured lawn and to the big welcoming house in front of her. All her anger subsided and left her feeling like she was... Home. "Shall we?" Malachi asked softly. She walked with him to the front steps and into the house where the next several hours were a blur. Servants, large rooms, big dinner, and who she guessed were 'royalty' coming to greet her, hug her, talk to her. She wasn't used to people paying attention to her, touching her, being up in her face. She slipped out onto the veranda and sat on a bench. The night was clear and smelled soooo clean. Malachi appeared beside her and sat down. "Zinnia of The Smoke and Fire. What does that mean? What am I?" "You- as I am are the last of a special breed of vampire. The last time a woman of Smoke and Fire was on this planet was well over a thousand years ago." He pulled her close. "You see. We were literally made for each other." "Well what if we don't like each other? I hardly know you," she murmured against his shirt. He smelled so good. Earthy, clean and aroused. "Oh I don't think that's going to be a problem, Carus," he murmured and kissed her softly. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him. He was solid, muscled. Malachi groaned and pulled her up to their feet and ran his hands down her body. Oh he loved the way she felt. He kissed her hard pushing his tongue past her lips, tasting the sweetness of her. Zin moaned and opened for him, pressing her body to his. She wanted him naked. Now. Malachi gripped her tight, making her feel momentarily dizzy then laid her down on soft grass. She whimpered when he pulled away and stood at her feet. He took off his shoes, socks. Then his shirt, leaving bare muscles that begged to be kissed and licked. He smiled and ran his hands down his chest to his jeans. One button, one zipper and let them fall to the ground. He stepped out of them and pushed them aside. His cock stood out, full and ready for her. Zin started panting and held her hands out. He straddled her legs, pinning them to the ground. He slowly pulled her tshirt off and buried his face between her breasts, She tasted so good, so warm. His lips found her left nipple and he sucked it deeply into his mouth. Zin cried out and clutched his head. She couldn't move. His body had her pinned to the ground. Damn, she couldn't even wiggle. "Malachi, dammit!" She yelled and gripped her shoulders. He growled but only moved to the other breast. Then he started rubbing himself on her jeans. She groaned in frustration and tried to push him off. Suddenly he moved and pinned her to the ground, just hovering above her face. His eyes glowed a bright green. "Tell me..." he growled out, fangs bared. "Do it. Take me here. Now. On the earth of my Carus," she said softly. He stripped the rest of her bare and pushed between her legs and buried his cock deep in her sex. They both cried out as they wrapped around each other. He buried himself deep, grinding his hips against her. He had to get deeper, had to feel how good she felt gripping him so damn tight, so hot, so wet. He growled and pressed his lips to her neck. Zin was on fire. She pulled her legs up over his hips and arched against him. She whimpered, and pleaded with him to go faster. She was so close. She felt his teeth against her neck and pushed his head down. "Now!" She screamed as she came hard, breath being robbed from her and she she felt sharp teeth plunge into her flesh and she came again, harder, longer. Malachi hammered into her so hard, fast and he ripped his mouth away to scream as he poured into her. She swore she saw the trees shake as he screamed then collapse on top of her. They both shook, gasped and held each other tight. She had never felt so alive, wanted, treasured and satiated. Malachi finally lifted his head and kissed her softly. "Mine." He whispered on her lips. "Mine." She replied. This was going to be so much fun, she thought dazedly and closed her eyes. Vampire Dreams Melissa suddenly realized she had never even finished relating the dream to him, never explained that it was in fact not even he who had caused her passion. How would that affect him? Would knowing still drive him wild? If she told him again would he still be so unpredictable? Truthfully she had not expected his reaction, when she had begun to tell him in the first place, yet still they did have a wonderful time. She had in fact even managed to cum last night, something she had not been able to achieve by Jason in more years than she'd care to remember. Wherever that youthful exuberance came from Melissa was far from complaining. Smiling a wicked little smile Melissa stood from the table and headed to the basement. Only one-way to know for sure, she'd send him an email with all of the details, that way he'd know everything and if it affected him in the same manner, then all the better. As she began writing Melissa found herself once again falling into the feelings. Her breasts ached for attention and her thighs parted slightly, but more than this she found herself longing for the attention of another. It wasn't her husband though it was that dark figure. She wanted to please him to allow his advances and to see just where he wanted to take her next. She imaged how he would be taking her picture slowly circling, teasing with the lens, and then returning to stimulate in other ways. Her hand began caressing a breast through the soft silk of her robe. At first the silk seemed cool to the touch, both for her hand, and the breast beneath, yet very quickly this changed to a radiant inferno. The fire began on the very tip of her nipple then spread over the swell of her breast and continued on. Soon her thighs parted further as did her lips, and then she closed her eyes and offered a long passion filled moan. God, she was wet, she knew this without even checking, and suddenly she wondered. What would Jason think of his wife now if he could but see how she was once again affected? Her other hand began caressing up her thigh and her legs shuddered in response, and then the doorbell rang. At first Melissa was unsure if she had heard it or not, for her breathing was ragged, and accented by soft mewling moans, but then it sounded again. The urge to continue far out weighted the curiosity of who was at her door, thus Melissa found herself biting her lower lip in an effort to stay quiet while her hands continued. Truly though there was no way anyone could have heard, unless she had been screaming out at the top of her lungs, but in this situation she was far from thinking clearly. Whoever it was Melissa decided would just have to go away, yet having just thought that, a new sound came to her. This time it was a voice calling out "Mel. Mel you home?" The voice was that of her friend Charlotte, but more than this, it was not stationary. The voice was progressively getting closer. "Oh God!" Melissa said out loud as her hands struggled to adjust her attire back to a presentable state. Then as her friend appeared on the stairs Melissa stood. "Oh God Charlotte" Melissa began. "Did you scare me." "Sorry Mel" Charlotte replied. "What were you up to, and why is it so dark in here?" Looking about Melissa realized Charlotte was right. She had come to the basement and worked in complete darkness. How had that occurred? Surely there must be some explanation, yet for now Melissa had no time to ponder such things for Charlotte expected an answer. "Well,,," she began looking about for an excuse, any excuse, then suddenly her eyes focused on the glow from her computer, and she decided it would have to do. "I had an erotic dream last night and I thought I'd send it to Jason at work." "Ohh do tell" Charlotte began as she scurried to Melissa's side and immediately began reading what was written on the screen. After but a few moments Charlotte then turned back to Melissa and said "You dreamt this? Ohh you're so lucky." Her eyes sparkled and she sported a wide smile, before she continued. "You say you're going to send this to Jason by email today?" There was just something in that question which caused Melissa to stop and think a moment. Then finding no reason it should not be so replied, "Well yeah. Don't you think I should?" "Oh honey. You definitely should. It's sure to get his blood boiling, and there is nothing better than a horny man, unless it's a satisfied woman." Having said that both ladies chuckled lightly before Charlotte continued. "I was just asking because I had an idea." Immediately Melissa thought 'oh oh', but still asked "What?" "Well...." Charlotte began. "Its sort of the reason I came over. Tim gave me a new digital camera last night for my birthday and I was hoping we could learn how to use it today. So I was thinking if you are sending Jason an erotic story we could sort of do both and include a few erotic pics as well." "Oh I don't know" Melissa began, but as she glanced back at her screen, she suddenly felt the deep tingling in her loins, and paused. Immediately Charlotte jumped at the pause in her friend's sentence by saying "Come on it might be fun, besides just look at yourself." Taking Melissa by the shoulders Charlotte then guided her to the full-length mirror. "Just look at how hot you look. Your silk robe hangs delicately on your body, yet seems to accent each curve, and your nipples are so hard and well defined. You're going to drive Jason so wild he'll probably leave work early." For her own part, Melissa was still unsure about this idea, and although she felt kind of funny when Charlotte pointed out her hard nipples and curves it still was kind of thrilling that someone thought of her as hot. Add to that, the possibility of Jason coming home early to continue where they left off in the morning from just the addition of a few innocent pics, well then she'd try it. ********************************************************************** Photography was not only Charlotte's hobby, but also her passion as well. She knew that in order to get the best pictures your subjects needed to be relaxed and comfortable with the situation. Although she had never tried erotic photography, she suspected the same held true if not more so. This being the case; at least as far as she was admitting; Charlotte suggested Melissa relate the full details of her dream to her as she posed. She explained that if Melissa was engrossed in the details the pictures would come naturally, and so it began. At first Charlotte just had Melissa pose in the silk robe in front of the fireplace, just simple shots where she would smooth out the material to enhance the breasts, flash a bit of leg, or loosen it to offer a peek at the soft skin beneath. As her confidence with the camera grew, and Melissa began to have some fun with it all, Charlotte decided to try more. Now with dimmed lights and a fur rug, she started directing her friend to offer better and better glimpses while helping to adjust the poses. Her hands would shift the soft silk, the thighs, and even her friend's lips, in order to gain just the right amount of light or eroticism, and all the while Melissa continued with her dream. Soon Charlotte added candles, soft music, a fire in the fireplace, and even chose other outfits all in the hopes of producing something as truly erotic and sexy as the dream. Whether it was the caresses, the camera, the dream or some combination Melissa was unsure. All she knew was her body was giving in. She listened as her friend directed her to caress her breasts and tease them through her blouse. It was almost as if that dark figure had invaded her friend's body. She surrendered completely to him, to her, willing to go as far as directed. She allowed each pose, each manipulation, and softly sighed as her passion grew. At one point her friend had asked her to wear only a suit coat, her sheerest pantyhose and high heels, and then proceeded to adjust the lapels by slipping her fingers inside and sliding downwards. Charlotte's fingers brushed against a hard nipple and Melissa moaned. She closed her eyes and awaited the next wave of pleasure and instruction. She felt her body being laid down, and the jacket being adjusted. She felt the hands directing her legs as they caressed the burning flesh and still she gave in. She felt her hair being fanned out, her lips being parted and she kissed back at those delicate digits. She felt as her thighs were parted then as another entered between them. The new thigh was so hot between her own, yet Melissa's legs closed in upon it, and rose slightly, caressing up as they went. It was so erotic, so sensual. Now Melissa felt as her jacket was being opened, and then delicately dragged from her torso. She felt how her nipples savored each inch of the material then exploded into the open as the cloth finally slipped free. She could take it no longer. Her eyes opened and her hands grabbed Charlotte about the neck. She pulled her friend down upon her and smothered her with a kiss yet suddenly something was wrong. Charlotte was struggling. She was fighting her, breaking the kiss and scurrying away. "No. No we can't you can't" Charlotte exclaimed from a corner and suddenly Melissa understood she had misread the signs, the feelings, and the passion. She wanted to blame that dark figure for once again slipping into her mind. Yet there was no excuse. Regaining her composure Melissa tried to explain as best she could, what had occurred, but Charlotte seemed now distant as though lost in thought. Finally it was decided that Charlotte would return home to process the pictures while Melissa got dressed and finished the email. There would be no more discussion on this matter it would simply be forgotten, like it had never occurred. As she left though, Melissa feared she had lost her friend forever, but a few hours later Charlotte returned as promised. At first both ladies tried to act as though it were nothing, yet still it seemed to nag at them, and deep down Melissa had thoughts of what it might have been like. At last everything was ready, the dream written out, the pics taken, chosen, and attached. All that remained was to type the email address and click send. As she typed out her husbands email Melissa found her hands shaking. Charlotte too noticed this and in turn asked "Are you ok?" "I'm not sure he'll understand" she replied as her head turned and eyes glazed with tears. "Understand what?" Charlotte asked. "You mean about you and I; about the pics?" A crooked little smile crossed Melissa's lips and she replied "No. About the passion coming from someone else." Moving back to her friends side Charlotte began by hugging her close. Then as Melissa's head nestled in the soft valley of her chest, Charlotte began. "Oh you sweet innocent darling you. You told me already how he reacted last night. It won't matter for him that your dream was of another in fact I'd be surprised if he already didn't know. It is in the ideal of having someone steal away your passion that the dream gains strength. Have you imagined what the figure wanted with the photos? That too is a form of stealing away your passion. For me they represent evidence of your desire. The desires you keep hidden both from Jason, and from the world. Each time you think about them, or relate them to others, that veil of evidence is lifted, and your true desires well up. It is those secrets, which drive Jason's, and your own minds wild." At first Melissa took comfort in the arms of her friend and tried to listen as she spoke yet she as she closed her eyes for a moment another sound came to her. It was Charlotte's own heart, which thumped wildly within her chest as she spoke. Her heart was racing, a constant accent to each word, but more than that alone Melissa could feel her friend's nipples hard, and hot pressing against her cheek. She so wanted to just roll her head slightly and take it between her lips. To hear the soft moan as her teeth captured and tugged upon it, and to explore the buttery textures with her hands and tongue. All this combined with Charlotte's words and suddenly Melissa's legs felt weak and parted with the relaxation of muscles. Perhaps her friend took it as a sign for almost instantly she felt a hot hand slipping between her parted soft thighs. The hand began caressing delicately back and forth, yet Melissa dared not look. Even now she was so wet, and she wondered if her friend knew. She felt as her thighs began to quiver when the fingers approached her pantyhose clad pussy, and realized that nylon barrier would easily transmit the tender sensations. Although that touch was beginning to work its magic Melissa was also beginning to have second thoughts. Her thighs were slowly opening and closing, squeezing the hand. She was allowing those sweet caresses, yet also offering a slight resistance when it probed too close. Soon though Melissa found her breathing was increasing with her pleasure, and it was becoming ever harder to fight the urge to moan. She didn't know why but it seemed important Charlotte not know the extent of her excitement, even though her resistance was faltering. No longer could she hear the words Charlotte offered, couldn't in fact remember the last words she had spoken, for now her total concentration was focused on the pleasure she was feeling. Her thighs seemed to have developed a will of their own, for instead of resisting the deeper probing of the fingers they were resisting their removal, and encouraging that exquisite touch. Then as Melissa bit her lip to stifle a moan she felt Charlotte shudder, quickly stand, and move away. For just a moment after that Melissa had an impression the shadow of a hand was slipping from her friend's thigh, yet as her eyes did a double take to verify this it was gone. Instead Melissa noticed Charlotte's eyes had a strange wild, passion filled expression almost as though it were she who had broached the orgasm, and her voice seemed strained and filled with lust. "What say we get you laid" Charlotte offered, as her body shivered once and she offered a crooked and oddly wicked smile. It all seemed so confusing, and although she offered her own smile Melissa wondered just what it was her friend was offering? Her lips parted as her mind began to form a sentence but Charlotte jumped into the silence and said "Let's send the email ok? I'm curious to see what Jason will think." Melissa cocked her head slightly at that, and then briefly glanced back at the computer, before again returning her gaze to Charlotte. Once again Melissa's lips parted to offer a comment, but once again Charlotte jumped in to the silence and said, "Please Mel, we can't do this. It will be better if you just send the email and tease Jason. Then if it doesn't work out, well, perhaps we could..." She never finished the sentence though just let her thoughts trail off as her eyes and expression took on a sort of sad pleading appearance. Naturally there was no response Melissa could offer, so instead she turned and pushed the send button. Moments later the deed was done. All that remained was to wait and see if it generated a response. Indeed a response came yet it was not what either lady would have guessed. The response read "Breathless: I can see those thighs at a party. Standing as you were in front of the fireplace only covered partially by a mini skirt or wrap around dress. It is tantalizing begging to be explored, and I suppose it is sort of a pity the true image was not that way. At least when I close my eyes I can picture it though. I can just imagine stepping into the room, eyes scanning the crowd, only to fall upon those soft silk like thighs. My breath catches, I'm mesmerized. Only slowly do I shift my gaze higher. My throat suddenly dry, tries swallowing. But it has no effect, for my gaze has slid over your hips only to be stunned into disbelief at the swell and curve of your breasts. Do I dare gaze higher, for how could such a vision be flawless? Slowly my eyes caress the curves, as I finally dare. The hollow of your neck, teasing, asking it seems for a single kiss. Those lips, parted and moving in a pantomime of speech, which I cannot hear. Ohh but to suck on them as passion flares. To caress your body with my hands, lips, and mind. My eyes move higher still, catching your own, as they dance and sparkle like the stars. I stagger against a wall snapping the spell you've put upon me, and realize you've left me breathless. I try to move forward, but my eyes were again glued on you and I miss the short step. This time I tumble to the floor amidst all your guests. Such a fool. Slowly I try to regain my composure, taking a moment before I stand. My head now downcast, I realize there is no excuse. Then a sound, from far away, rings in my ears. It is a rhythmic, slow, determined clicking. Its high heels and I turn to look. My eyes are now but inches from your legs. You've come to aid this poor man, but what am I to do? My eyes follow the long smooth lines, up, up, up to the vee where your dress meets. Such a sight these poor eyes have never seen. It is like heaven I think, and once again I am left breathless. ....Thank you.... " As the two ladies read over the lines neither could believe it. Charlotte was surprised that Jason turned out to be such a romantic, such a poet. It just seemed so far out of character, while Melissa was surprised for a different reason. She had not included the Breathless line in her narration of the dream, yet this was both the title and underlying subject of her husband's email. How had he known? Urged ever onward by her friend Melissa sent a new email it was short and sweet yet to the point. She wrote, 'Careful now, if you're going to tease a lady with such words you'd best be prepared to back them up. What if I were to come down there right now?' This time the response was immediate "Breathless: You tease me with threats of coming here. Here to disrupt my work yet truly you've no idea. Given half a chance I'd ravage you here within the building. Within the elevator perhaps, here where the chance of getting caught would only add to our passion." Once again it was not a response, which was expected. Instead of offering to come home he teased her with wild ideas of having sex at the work. The dream really did seem to affect Jason's character. He was so unpredictable now, so interesting, and so naughty. Together the two ladies couldn't wait to write back. 'You who talk of being breathless at the mere sight of my thighs, how would you ever survive the lace of my bra, so dark, fine, and black. How could you expect to recover enough to ravage anyone, when silken thighs part to offer a similar vision of panties?' "Breathless: Oh you know how to tease with words alright, to offer up imaginary which sets my morals aside, but tell me dear lady do you possess more? Would you dare come to me in your sheerest of lace, highest of heels and darkest of stockings? Would you dare allow my passion to sweep over you? To take you as a stranger, and ravage you? Would you dare follow my dark instructions?" The two ladies read and re-read these last lines again and again. Neither seemed to know what do or say next, and then a new email came through. "Breathless: Come to me. Show me the limits of your passion. Tease me with the lace you offered, and allow me to steal passion from you. Wear the silk dress. The black one which hugs your body and spins my mind in a tornado of wicked dark thoughts. Wear stockings, so sheer and black as to offer my mind untold pleasure. Toss off those pantyhose you wear now; you deserve better. Allow the sensation of silken stockings to feed your own desire, to caress your legs, now before we meet and I am given that chance myself. Then when you are ready slip into your car and meet me here. Park within the lowest level of the garage and take the freight elevator to heaven. Know that I'll be watching, waiting, and soon I'll leave you breathless too." Vampire Dreams Once again Charlotte was the first to speak. "I didn't know Jason had a stockings fetish. What are you going to do?" "What? Ahhh neither did I." Melissa replied "I don't even own any stockings he must have gone crazy." "But what are you going to do?" Charlotte pressed. "I don't know." came the immediate response. "I'll tell you what you're going to do. You find that black dress I'll go get you some stockings and we'll see just who it is that is left breathless. My bet is he's just teasing you because he knows you'd never... Well dear, today you should shock the pants off him. Go to his work, and show him the new, open, wild you." Melissa loved the idea, especially if it gave her a chance to shock Jason. Charlotte was right, the last thing he'd expect is for her to actually do it, and since he had already shocked her today, then it should be her turn. ********************************************************************** As Melissa drove along she began to again wonder about her dream. What was it, about it that had turned her life upside down? Yesterday life was simple, predictable, boring. Now though only half a day later Melissa had already made love to her husband for hours. Teased her, own body to the very brink of an orgasm. Allowed erotic pictures to be taken and sent of her. Almost raped her friend, who was so shocked she virtually fled from her home. Had the same friend come back to tease her body relentlessly until she could no longer think straight, and finally if all the rest were not enough she accepted an offer by her husband for a clandestine rendezvous. The latter was in fact what she was now on her way to, but more than that it suggested at least of a semi public sexual encounter. Instead of being shocked though Melissa found herself wet with anticipation. Her hand drifted down off the steering wheel to slide along her skirt, and as it touched the hem it drew the garment back up along her thighs. Her fingers could feel the smooth silk-like material of her stockings, yet it did not truly register until they slipped past the wide band and onto her bare flesh. Immediately an almost electric charge of sexual energy spread through her, along with the realization she was in stockings. Why had Jason wanted these? He had never before shown a penchant for such things, yet within his emails it was explicit that she should wear stockings not pantyhose. Was it perhaps a test to see how far she'd go? He must have realized she never wore them, didn't even in fact own any, and thus had to buy a pair, but it didn't really matter. If this was what he wanted, and wearing them helped maintain his earlier youthful exuberance, then it was her pleasure to comply. So many things though didn't add up, how had Jason known she was in pantyhose earlier? Why did he not question the erotic pictures she'd sent him? Why would he have suggested stockings and the black dress knowing she'd never come to meet him? Yet even with or perhaps because of all those unanswered questions there was an undeniable excitement. Even now Melissa could feel how hot her thighs were. She spread them further apart to allow her hand better access, and then continued caressing. The stockings did in fact have an interesting effect on her. Her hand seemed to relish the feel of their material, and each time she allowed it to drift higher the same sexual charge exploded through her body as fingertips touched the bare flesh. With a soft moan Melissa wondered how Jason knew that would be the case. Driving her passion with all these wonderful new sensations and mysteries, building upon itself making each pleasure and moment stronger than the last. Soon Melissa had also opened the top two buttons of her blouse so her fingers to caress the tops of her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard and ached for attention yet she was going to hold off and allow that for Jason alone. So engrossed in the feelings was she, that for a moment she closed her eyes, and offered another soft moan of appreciation. It was during that brief lapse of awareness however that Melissa missed her turn and upon realizing her error made a rapid if not somewhat unsafe u-turn. As these things are want to happen immediately a police motorcycle pulled in behind her with flashing lights. All Melissa could think of was 'Where the hell had he come from?' Still though she managed to pull over, beneath the overpass she'd intended to turn onto, yet for the life of her she didn't know what she'd tell him. She watched first through the rearview mirror, then through the side, as the officer slid from his bike, retrieved his nightstick, and strode forward. There was something funny though, about the way he slipped that nightstick into its holder then patted it, almost as if verifying it was there, that caused Melissa's brow to furl. It was like a deja vu experience yet she couldn't quite place it. She tried for a brief moment to concentrate on what it was; yet the black of the officer's uniform, and the constant floating motion as he approached, distracted her. Suddenly everything added up, and Melissa realized it was like the dark figure in her dream. Dressed in midnight black, striding forward with a long confident gait. Oh God! What would she do when she actually met him? Her eyes tried to see the officer's face to prepare herself for this electric encounter yet he had already past the line of her mirror and she couldn't. Nervousness, pent-up sexual desire, and excitement combined as the side view mirror became a wash of solid black, yet Melissa found she could not look up. Then as the officer spoke, it seemed Melissa's very nerve endings suddenly all fired at the same time. She felt flushed, dizzy, wildly open, yet totally unprepared. Had the officer wanted to make love to her there on the busy street, she would have stepped from her vehicle, and complied, but as it was the words didn't even register. When no response was immediately forth coming the officer again spoke and this time the words sank in. "License and registration please ma'am" a distinctively soft female voice inquired. Melissa's head snap around at the timbre of the voice, yet as her eyes took in the vacuous black of the uniform, her mind slipped back to the fantasy figure, and she froze. Perhaps it had been the instant, short-lived impression that the uniform was comprised not of material but of a sort of black fog, or due to the sudden sexual rush as her eyes first made contact with the dark figure. It was almost as though someone had slipped up between her legs and licked her hot wet pussy through the delicate lace of her panties. In any event though Melissa's thighs squirmed, then instead of responding she turned to watch that curious sight. This should have been just a routine traffic stop, yet the officer was now shocked at the strange behavior presented her. First the lady had made a u-turn, on a busy main street without looking or even slowing down in the least. Now as she examined the occupant the officer discovered the lady before her, was beautiful, blonde, and she'd surmise quite statuesque, yet her clothes were in a terrible state. The skirt portion of her dress was wrinkled and bunched up high above the sheer stockings. One of which had the garter clasp opened and the stocking had begun to slip lower. Even the lady's blouse was opened and tugged haphazardly to one side. She had also noticed how the lady watched her approach through the rear and side mirrors, and knew she had plenty of time to adjust her clothes to a more presentable state, yet that had not occurred. So far the lady had also been asked twice for license and registration yet her only acknowledgement had been one quick look in her direction with wide owl like eyes, before glancing away. Something was wrong. Naturally the first things which occurred to the officer, was the lady was either drunk or on something, and so the officer reached out and placed a hand upon the lady's shoulders, and asked, "Ma'am are you alright?" The contact however, made the lady gasp a sound, which strangely made the officer's own skin seem to flush, and she quickly withdrew her hand. As Melissa's eyes watched the curious sight of two soft curvaceous thighs wrapped delicately in finely translucent stockings squirming slowly back and forth she realized how truly sexy it was. For some reason it did not register that these were in fact her own legs, yet now she understood why Jason had asked for them. They seemed to beg to be 'touched', and then as though responding to that very plea the officer placed her hand upon Melissa's and shoulder. Suddenly a surge of sexual energy exploded within her and Melissa gasped yet that touch seemed to lift the odd sexual fog she'd been under. Once again Melissa turned to face the music, this time though her eyes made contact with the soft green of the officer's. That was all it took for her to remember the situation she was now in, and thus she responded, "Umm, yeah. I'm" before pausing a moment to steady her voice so her excitement did not show through. When she resumed, she said, "I'm fine." Then as an afterthought added, "You wanted my license and registration didn't you?" Without waiting for a response, Melissa then turned her upper body towards the passenger seat for her purse. As her hand closed about it she glanced back at the officer and once again had a flash of the dark figure looming over her. As though this were not enough, suddenly the contents of her purse, which she had not grasped correctly, spilled out across the front seat and onto the passenger floor. Flustered Melissa tried in vain to grasp the falling articles, yet as she did so the seatbelt, which she had not removed, scrapped hotly over her hard nipple. That instant stimulation caused a moan to escape Melissa's lips and those few items she had managed to gather now slipped from her fingers again. Once more the officer reached out and touched Melissa's shoulder causing her to stop and again focus her attention. "Ma'am" the officer began "Leave it and step from the vehicle please." At hearing this Melissa's eyes grew wide again. What did she want? What was she going to do? Already her thighs were shaking at the possibilities and she could feel how her juices had soaked her panties, but still her hand reached out opened the seatbelt then door and stepped towards the officer. Once outside the officer said "Would you step over here please" indicating Melissa was to proceed in front of her towards the rear of the vehicle. Doing as she was told Melissa found a sort of anticipation building aided by the knowledge that with each step she could feel how her excitement now ran along the bare thighs above each stocking. Nervousness had already welled up within her as Melissa awaited her fate, yet instead of immediately taking her, the officer requested she turn to face the trunk. Next Melissa was to lean forward place her palms flat upon the trunk's surface and spread her legs. As she did so Melissa realized the officer was going to frisk her, and in doing so discover the depths of her current excitement. At first touch Melissa's eyes closed, her legs tensed and she bit her lower lip, yet as the sensations continued this was soon replaced by soft gasps and shaking. The closer those hot fingers got to her stocking tops the more Melissa wanted this, and the more her legs shook. It seemed almost torturous as each leg was slowly lovingly caressed higher and higher until at last one hand slipped above the stocking top to experience the slick wet skin. Instantly Melissa unable to resist further moaned her surrender, whereupon the officer immediately asked "Ma'am is everything ok?" It took a moment for those words to register for although they came from the officer they had not come from between Melissa's legs. Her eyes opened in time to see the officer exiting the car with her purse in hand yet the caressing was only just fading. Standing straight Melissa was just in time to see the swirling of street dust between her spread legs, and for a moment her brow furrowed. How could it be she mistook the wind for caressing fingers? Could it be that her body being so over whelmed by this new sexual awakening automatically linked anything with a remote similarity? In the end Melissa managed to push aside any such questions and regain her composure enough to provide the officer with the requested information, and satisfactory answers. She couldn't believe she had gotten off with just a warning though, especially since she couldn't maintain eye contact. Perhaps it was the darkness of the overpass combined with the blackness of the officer's uniform, but in any event that dark figure would appear swirling out of the darkest places each time her gaze lingered. Her body wanted that man, that mysterious stranger to be her lover, and no matter how much she fought it her mind would not allow him to be simply a memory. Melissa was just thankful though that she had gotten through it, and perhaps later she'd try to understand why that dark figure continued to play a part even though the dream had long since ended. Now as Melissa turned onto the lot of her husband's building she stopped in front of the main gate and beeped her horn. Her eyes watched as the young toned, and tanned, construction worker advanced, while her mind filled with a strange sense of excitement and fear. On the one hand her mind and body thrilled at the possibility of a sexual encounter, during the day, in a place other than the bedroom. While on the other she feared, her here to for straight-laced husband had only boasted about what shall occur, much like he would when buddies were around. She had not thought about that possibility before, but now within the shadow of the building it came to her. She had long since learned that what Jason said using his public face, was a far cry from his true nature. Perhaps he had known she had someone with her, or perhaps even more intriguing someone was with him, when the email exchanges occurred. Just the thought of another man reading her dream fantasy, seeing her pictures, and goading her husband to respond, made Melissa even more excited. She knew had this been the case, Jason would have naturally reverted to his guise of a sexually liberated, and experienced male and, then all the emails would make sense. Still though, if there was even the remotest possibility that Jason meant the words he had written, then Melissa was not about to let it slip by. Perhaps this train of thought might well have continued had it not been for the young man now at her window. Even had it not been a hot day, Melissa was sure his highly defined muscle structure, would have shown through any shirt he might have worn. As it was though, with his chest bare, that dark sweat coated skin, with each rippling hill and soft curve seemed to mesmerize her mind and hold her gaze. It was in fact not until he cleared his throat that she finally managed to avert her gaze up towards his face. There, Melissa found a smile so sweet and inviting as to cause a shiver to race along her spine. Then as her gaze slipped higher still she found the darkest pool of eyes she'd ever seen. They were so soft and dreamy in appearance that Melissa found her mind straying. Struggling, she tried to concentrate. What did he want? Why was he here, teasing her, tempting her? Yet the answers would not come, for now it seemed as though each tease and taunt to her bodies sexual gratification hinged on this very man. Looking into the car, which had just beeped its horn at him the young construction worker couldn't believe his eyes. It was obvious from far away that the lady within was extremely pretty, but as he approached he found the lady was more than just pretty, she was also a tease. She had obviously pulled up her dress to show him her stocking clad thighs, and opened her blouse to offer a vision of lace, covered breasts, but what did she have in mind? Instantly his mind thought of the wild tales you'd hear in a bar. Wild incredible adventures which always happen to someone else and for a moment he wondered if she'd planned a wild afternoon of sex. She sure would be worth risking his job for, yet before he got ahead of himself the young man spoke. "Yes ma'am can I help you?" he asked, yet as the words left his lips, Melissa's thighs squirmed from her own thoughts. It was an occurrence, which had not gone unnoticed by this Nubian Adonis and thus before awaiting her response he leaned in to get a closer look. He tried to make it seem a natural thing, to lean in close so his head was at the same level as the lady's, yet deep down he couldn't care what she'd thought about that action. All he could think of was how 'hot' this lady was. Her stockings clearly visible hinted at pleasures as yet unseen and her breasts, oh those lovely breasts teased his eyes and made his cock stir. If only he could kiss those lips and squeeze those hot breasts. Feel those hard nipples, which although far away, seemed to stab hotly into his eyes, mind, and groin. He might well have continued on, and carried out that desire, had the lady not just then responded. It must have been his question, which finally sprang her from the daydream, for even though Melissa's eyes watched as he leaned in towards her, guilt seemed to well up inside, and she said, "I'm here to see Jason. My husband Jason Dorey" Melissa added as though it were important he know she was married. That was it. The name seemed to freeze the young man in his tracks, and she watched as his eyes made a final sweep of her body before he again locked them on her own and said "Oh." Returning to his former upright position the young man turned without another word and proceeded to open the gate. He was unaware Melissa constantly watched each movement with a longing born not entirely by her sexual frustration. Unaware that she allowed her eyes, to sweep over his body, as he had just done to her. Or that she marveled at his tight round butt, and to the sweet symmetry of his back muscles. Had he known any of this the young man might well have made a pass, for as he had thought earlier Melissa was well worth risking his job over. For the briefest moment Melissa wished it were he, she had come to see, for all in all he was simply beautiful. Then as she drove past him and onto the construction site Melissa turned to offer one last smile, and a 'thank you', but her eyes betrayed her and slipped once over his body. She couldn't believe it, but there clearly defined within his tight jeans, was a bulge. So long and hard running down his left leg that suddenly her throat seemed as conversely dry as her pussy was wet. This sweet, sexy man found her attractive, and desirable. His body, much like her own had betrayed his underlying feelings, only she was thankful he was unaware. Her throat so parched could not offer the intended 'thank you' so instead Melissa just waved, as her car slipped into the deeper darkness of the underground parking garage. All the while she watched through her rearview mirror, watched the young man who just stood and gazed after her until at last his image slipped from sight. Meanwhile the officer who had stopped Melissa earlier pulled up in front of the Timron Towers construction site, and watched. There was just something wrong with the whole situation. Both the basic evidence and a gut feeling pointed to this, yet the officer had no cause to detain the lady until the truth could be uncovered. There was no evidence, nor even suggestion that the lady was under the influence of drugs or alcohol, yet she was undeniably nervous and distracted during their brief conversation. If that alone were not enough the lady's clothes had a disheveled appearance. It was almost as though she had been in a hurry to dress, was ill or worse yet, had been assaulted, and thus the officer decided further discrete observation was in order. Vampire Dreams As it turned out, the lady was not in a rush to get to where she was going, so simply being late for an appointment could not have been a cause. Add to that, the fact she was now entering the parking structure of an unfinished building, and you were left with only questions. One way or another though, something was wrong, and the answers had to be with the lady herself, where she was going, or where she had come from. Since further discretion seemed to be in order, and since the officer knew the motorcycle's engine would echo ceaselessly within the confines of this structure, she decided to proceed on foot. First though she'd question the young man who had a brief conversation, and who'd allowed her entry onto the site. ********************************************************************** Back in the parking garage, Melissa remembered Jason had said to drive to the deepest level and park so she could access the freight elevator, and so once inside she wound her way ever lower. As she arrived at the lowest level she was not surprised to find a huge selection of parking places available. The reason for this was simple enough, as this level was all but complete, and the workers who now were completing the office levels high above, tended to park closer to the street. At least Melissa took heart in knowing the freight elevator was working; now all she'd have to do was find Jason. Perhaps the young construction worker who'd let her onto the site would inform him of her arrival. It all seemed simple enough, but as Melissa pulled into a parking space and put the car in park an unexpected occurrence caused her to scream out. A thick dark cloth had been rapidly dropped over her eyes and pulled forcing her head back into the car's headrest. Her hand had risen, as had her scream yet before she could struggle against this blinding obstruction her ears heard the words. "I am going to leave you Breathless." Like magic they froze her in place. Then after a long, long silence Melissa began "Jason, how...?" but instantly the voice interrupted. "No! Not Jason. Not now. For now you can think of me as dark secrets, and darker desires. You'll do as I say, not because it is what I want, but because it is what you do." Melissa's mind raced as she heard the words. She wondered what he had meant by them, how he had managed to slip within her car unnoticed, but perhaps most of all she wondered what had happened to bring about such a wild yet mysterious change in her husband. Before her mind could grasp the answers though she felt something dull and rounded trace a line down her neck. "You've such beautiful skin my sweet" the voice began again "Shall I fulfill it?" A deep shiver raced through Melissa's body, yet she was unsure if it was the touch, the words, or the implication in what they offered. She was not sure why Jason wanted to play this game, but could not deny the effect it was having on her. How had he become so skilled at filling the character of her dark figure, for that was now how she perceived him? Why did it feel as though he had set every nerve on alert, straining it seemed against the bondage of her own skin? She could feel his breath as it cascaded over her shoulder, and in her mind that breath seemed to be like a dark fog. She could picture it forming tiny dark clouds, which rolled effortlessly over the contours of her body and hinted at pleasures she had only heard, or dreamt of. The mystery, unpredictability, and excitement combined, feeding upon the unknown, until at last Melissa's hands relaxed and slipped from the blindfold as she gave in. Her mind knew, that wherever she was to be taken, she'd follow, and thus her lips offered, "Yes. Take me where you will." Once again Melissa's body shivered as the hot vibrations of the dark figure's voice brushed past her ear. "Good. Very good my sweet" it offered. Slowly Melissa felt as her head was being turned, and then hot lips smothered her own. The kiss was long, passionate and ended with her pulling away with a short gasp of breath. Never before had Jason kissed like this, yet for now Melissa questioned not, instead her own lips quested for that intimate contact again. On the second kiss Melissa felt how his hand glided down over her breast. It was hotter than his lips yet instead of burning her, the warmth spread throughout her body as though any resistance was being melted away. She could feel how the passion of the morning; of all the adventures to this point; were now being drawn together, and her lips moaned. When the second kiss ended Jason's breath was back upon her ear. His lips began a sensuous nibbling and tasting of the lobe and hollow then soft words slipped caressingly inside. "Lean forward, just a little" they urged, as the tension on the blindfold lessened enough to allow Melissa a chance to comply. Without sight Melissa's mind was swimming in a sea of passion. Each action and sense seemed heightened to the point where she could visualize as though actually seeing everything. Her thighs were shaking, her breasts strained at a bra which now felt too tight, and her lips quivering for yet another kiss. She could see how he'd appear in the rearview mirror cast in darkness, the mere shadow of untold desire. She watched as his hand rose to caress her neck, and then jumped as that very contact took place. Surrendering to the passion Melissa's body seemed unwilling to lose that contact for as the hand began moving lower and away her upper body followed. That slow sensuous tilt of perhaps 6 inches was enough though for as the fingers paused for the breast to catch up, the blindfold was tied in place. Instantly Melissa's eyes cast a view to the imagined rearview mirror, what was he up to now? She realized both his hands would now be free, and that her body had tensed, in anticipation of those hands caressing yet nothing happened. She sat there quietly waiting, waiting, but instead of the hands it was that hot fog which again rolled down over her shoulder and between her breasts. In her minds eye she saw how it poured forth from his lips a soft black fog which wound and wormed its way across her skin, both that which was visible and that which was not. Melissa felt how it set her nerves on fire and allowed her body to slip back against the seat so he could have greater access. When physical contact was finally made, Melissa again jumped from the initial shock. It was not however on her body but instead had slipped delicately under her chin and coaxed it to turn once more. As her head complied, her lips received a soft passionate kiss, which lasted only a moment then seemed to dissipate instead of slipping away. Melissa turned her body in hopes of allowing a renewed and greater contact, yet once again the voice offered up something else. "To your left is the door-handle my sweet, open it and swing your legs out." Melissa complied without question, her hand fumbling briefly as she sought out the lever. It seemed though, that as quickly as her legs slipped from the car that dark fog was again rolling over her body. Now it was moving up her legs, and Melissa's back arched until she heard her own lips offer an "Oh God." Slowly she rolled her body backwards until her it lay across the front seat then parted her legs to allow more. More indeed came, for with greater access the fog danced up from her knees, past the skirt's hem, and onto the exposed bare thigh. "Oh God yes" Melissa's lips offered again, as her mind comprehended that he intended on taking her here within the parking garage where at any moment a stranger could witness what was happening. Soon he'd be slipping his hard cock deep inside her, and she knew the ease at which this would occur would be his evidence as to how highly excited she'd become. That very thought though made Melissa all the wetter, and all the more anxious for this sexual twist. Suddenly her hands began tugging her skirt higher, she had to have him now, yet he must have sensed what she wanted, and planned further torture. As her hands gathered the skirt's hem she heard, "No!" Whether it had been the uncharacteristic deepness in his voice, or merely the forcefulness of his tone, Melissa could not be sure. In any event her hands had stopped long enough at least for him to cover them with his own. As this occurred Melissa tensed wondering why it was so important to him, yet he did not explain only waited. Perhaps he did not know himself, for moments later she heard "I'm sorry" followed by his gathering her hands within his own and the drawing of her back to a seated position. Melissa then felt as he shifted one of her hands to join the other within one of his own, followed by his free hand guiding her head out of the car. As her body rose to a standing position Melissa's lips were smothered by his own. They were so hot, soft, yet determined for once Melissa recovered from the initial shock of first contact his lips began sucking and tugging lightly upon hers. As she parted her lips to allow this, his tongue slipped into her mouth and danced briefly with her own. Again and again he would attack an unsuspecting local until at last Melissa's breathing was constantly short, hard, and accented by gasps and moans. Her legs now felt like rubber and she wished she could lie down, and then almost as though he had read her mind Melissa felt her legs swept out from under her. She offered the sharpest of screams as the quick action scooped her from the floor yet as she realized she wasn't actually falling, that scream changed to an "Oh God what are you doing to me?" Whether he had intended on responding or not Melissa was unsure, for before any sound could come from him she herself offered another short loud scream. It had not in fact been her intension to do so, yet as her bare upper thighs contacted something cold she could not help herself. For a moment Melissa tried to understand what it was, and then realized it in fact had to be the car itself. He must have pushed her back against the door for support, yet if that were true why was she now sitting? Once again it was his surprised assault, which drove the questions from her mind. Now his lips and tongue were moving down her neck and occasionally dancing in between the lapels of her blouse. She moaned and squirmed under each soft heated contact, yet as her hands slipped from his neck, and into his hair in an effort to guide him, he again stopped. This time it felt as though he were slowly drawing himself away for Melissa's hands slipped free and back into his own. Once again she felt how he shifted them so that both were held within one of his own, only this time his lips kissed and sucked on the tips before him. She felt how his tongue left a cool saliva trail across first one wrist then the other, felt how he squeezed them as his teeth and toyed with her fingertips. Soon Melissa began to have an odd sensation of falling and started to chalk it up to excitement and lightheadedness until her back felt the support of the car's hood. She might well have questioned when he moved her here, yet his lips found a hard nipple through the silk, and bra, and tugged away any curiosity she may have had. As she gasped and moaned her appreciation Melissa felt his lips again leave her, only this time his hands guided her arms high above her head. He held them there, with his hands just below the elbows, as his teeth captured the same hard nipple. Then as he tugged upon it, his hands caressed upwards. Soon his body was crushing hers, his hands holding her wrists, his lips exploring the valley between her breasts. Melissa felt the warmth of his body as it covered hers. Felt how her legs had parted enough to allow one of his own between them, yet as his hands began caressing back down her arms, she discovered something else. Her arms were trapped somehow above her head. She could move them only a few inches, and it felt as though they were handcuffed to the car. "What are you doing?" Melissa demanded, as she struggled against this unknown bondage, yet it was that dark controlling voice which caused her pause. Somehow his voice held a magic to it. Each time she heard it she felt mesmerized, and her body gave in. Now was no exception either, for the power of his words struck at the very essence of her desire, and once again she was his. "I told you, I'm going to leave you Breathless, but first you made certain promises which I intend to explore. You offered me a vision, of a black lace bra so sheer, and dark as to leave me breathless, and I intend to discover the truth." Slowly Melissa felt his hands glide down the last few inches of her arms and over her shoulders. She wanted to grab him, pull him in, and screw his brains out, and then suddenly it dawned on her that he'd known this would be her desire. He knew her so well, knew each dark desire, each thought before she herself had them. He had restrained her to prevent just such an act, and now as his hands glided feather soft along her lapels. Her only recourse was to moan and arch her back. Now Melissa struggled not against the bondage but against the teasing fingers. She so wanted them on her body, more firmly caressing, stirring her passion, and ultimately bringing her relief. She begged him to 'please fuck me' yet still he took his time. With each touch her passion grew, and she was helpless to aid, or prevent it. She felt the buttons of her dress slowly, tauntingly, open one at a time. Felt the fog bath each inch of the newly exposed skin, and still he dragged it out. Just when Melissa was beginning to think she'd go crazy her dress parted. Suddenly the fog was gone, and there wasn't a sound to be heard except for her own breathing. Had her legs not still felt his presence she might well have thought he'd gone, and so it remained for what seemed minutes, but was in fact mere seconds. "Beautiful!" the dark voice offered. "Never have I seen such incredibly sweet, untapped loveliness. From the shapely toned lines of your thighs onward over the delicate plains of your abs and up to that lascivious swell of these breasts. Your nipples so hard even now they threaten to tear through the lace of your bra. You have not disappointed me and thus shall I make good upon my words as well." Those very words stirred within Melissa's brain as she felt her nipples being teased. He was using his fingers it seemed to circle each nipple again and again. She felt how he applied pressure to the side of each, tilting the hard bud and dragging it around and around. She moaned louder than ever before then begged him "Please suck them. Oh God please." As the words exited her lips, Melissa felt the violent, rapid, tug upon her bra. The garment tore away almost effortlessly yet at this point she cared not, for the dark fog was now upon her naked breasts. She felt how he tenderly sucked each. How his tongue would roll the sensitized buds around and around. She moaned constantly at the pleasure and attention he was paying yet soon she realized this alone was not enough. She needed him inside her, needed his cock to press against her pussy, and thus she began to grind her hips against him. She longed for her arms to control him, longed for this pleasure and more, yet her mind seemed to forget how to vocalize her desire. Each time her mind screamed at her, what she wanted, what she should voice, his hands, lips, tongue, or teeth attacked. Each time the thought was lost before it could be given life, lost within the echoing moans and squirming of her body. Only then did the intensity of his attack lessen until the next thought took form. Melissa's body was now far beyond any sexual experience she'd had before yet still she had not come. This dark stranger seemed instinctively to know where to pleasure and how much, for each time she felt the orgasm ready to crash through her, the sensation would shift to drag her someplace new. She felt how the fog returned to slip up past the stocking tops and dance hotly on the sopping material of her panties. Her legs tried in vain to drag him closer yet it was not to be. She felt as his hands caressed her thighs spreading them so the fog could give way to a tongue. She felt how it dragged ceaselessly over the taut panties how it rubbed the engorged lips within, and yet still he wouldn't allow her to come. Then when her body seemed ready to collapse from the very desire she felt the panties ripped away. Her pussy now free felt the rush of cool air and tensed expecting the deep driving tongue yet instead she was again shocked. For it was the voice taunting her teasing her very soul, which penetrated? The words stabbed like a knife deep within her mind cutting instantly through her excitement to ask, "Shall I stop now? Stop and leave you to your husband?" Melissa's mind latched on to the 'Shall I stop now?' and screamed out at those words NO!!!, and before he could resume his assault she voiced it. "No! No, please" she pleaded "Anything but that. Please I'm begging you." Her answer came in hot sweet waves as the fog rolled up her legs and coated her body like a blanket. She felt as his tongue parted the wet swollen lips of her pussy, and how his fingers tugged the hard aching buds of her nipples. She felt as the orgasm, which had inexorably built, mounted the last pinnacle. Felt as the thick, hard cock slipped effortlessly deep inside, and then it happened. A solitary word burst into her brain, "Freeze!" Suddenly a veritable tsunami of pleasure and emotion crashed over the final plateau as Melissa's orgasm exploded. So intense was it that her breath caught and in that brief moment she passed out. ********************************************************************* The time for discretion had passed for as the officer began making her way down through the parking complex she heard the first scream. It was loud and seemed to echo again and again throughout the building yet it was enough to spur the officer into action. Immediately she called in for back-up then began the rapid yet methodical search for her quarry. The officer feared that if she progressed too quickly the assailant might well escape or worse yet gain the upper hand on her as well, yet that scream was clearly one of fright and demanded the utmost urgency. Whether the assailant had been lucky or chosen wisely it was so far unclear. All the officer knew for sure was that within this concrete hollow shell of a parking garage pinpointing the source was next to impossible. Fortunately though the cars also became less as the officer progressed and thus her speed increased. After two levels another scream pierced the air and echoed about the officer. She had not as yet seen the lady, but knew she was getting close, and then perhaps her worst fears were confirmed as she heard the lady begging, "No! No, please. Anything but that! Please I'm begging you." The time for caution had passed, as the officer realized she was now out of time and thus without regard for her own safety she literally flew down what turned out to be the last level. There, as she rounded the corner she saw him, yet still she raced forward closing the distance between them. With each step, the officer quickly surveyed the situation. First and perhaps foremost was a man, dark as shadows, standing between the spread legs of that poor innocent lady. Her bra and panties had obviously been viciously torn away, as they lay in separate tattered heaps upon the parking lot floor. While the lady herself was blindfolded, presumably to reduce her ability to identify this assailant, and her hands were strapped somehow between the wipers on the hood of the car. The officer could see the lady struggling against her bonds. Twisting and turning her upper body desperate for escape, yet before the officer could aid her, the man thrust his hips forward. Vampire Dreams Instantly the officer shouted out "freeze!" as she brought her gun to bear, yet she knew it was already too late. The lady's back lifted clean off the hood of the car then crashed back down with a loud bang only now her struggling had stopped. Her limbs had gone limp and the officer realized that the poor lady had passed out from the ordeal. There seemed only one recourse left, and thus before the assailant could act further, the officer smashed her gun across the back of his head. With the dullest of thumps the gun's butt made contact and the man slumped to the ground. Quickly the officer dragged him away to a nearby plumbing pipe then handcuffed his wrists about the post. With the assailant now secure the officer returned to the lady, who was just starting to show signs of regaining consciousness. Her head was slowly rolling from one side to the other and her lips had parted to offer a long yet low moan. Instantly upon hearing that sound, the officer thought 'This poor lady. She had suffered so much from the rape and abuse to her body', yet a second soft moan caused her to pause. It had a sweet sexual quality to it, and sort of demanded tribute. The tribute came too, for the officer allowed her eyes to briefly admire the lady's body. She truly was beautiful, with her sweeping curves, soft skin, and deep red pouting lips, yet it seemed wrong to notice such things under these circumstances. Instead the officer approached the side of the car and tried to release the lady's hands from their bondage. As it turned out, it was impossible to do though for the carabineer into which the binding straps resided had too much tension on it to allow its release. There would be only one way to accomplish this, the officer realized; that would be to slide the lady higher up the cars hood to allow sufficient slack. With this in mind the officer shifted to the front of the car and placed her hands upon the lady's hot, yet incredibly soft hips. With the contact came yet another moan followed by the lady rubbing one of her legs against the officer's side. It was an action which to say the least was distracting, for instead of aiding the lady to shift positions the officer gazed down at that stocking clad gam. It was so sexy, especially with the deep contrast of a sheer black stocking upon the shimmering, lightly sweat coated, thigh. There was something else though, a strange almost magnetic aura which seemed to infuse itself upon the officers most intimate desires. She could feel the way this simple contact stirred feelings within herself, sexual secrets and dark desires. There was no time though to ponder why this was, for as awareness came so too did the soft almost whispered "More" That one word slipped effortlessly into the officer's mind and made her strangely shudder with sexual excitement. Had she made a terrible mistake? Was the man not in fact assaulting her but... Oh God the officer couldn't finish the thought. Quickly now she pushed the lady higher on the hood and released the carabineer, yet the very moment this occurred the lady responded by clamping her legs around the officer's body. So unexpected was this action that the officer was caught completely off guard, and her hands ended up pressed against the lady's breasts. The hard hot nipples pressed anxiously into her palms, distracting the officer further, and thus she was again caught off guard as the lady's arms swung in a swift loop over the officer's head and she pulled the two bodies together. With the lady's arms still bound the officer now found herself trapped against the almost nude form. She could feel the heat, which radiated from it, feel how her body began to respond, and ached for attention as well. Before the officer could react though she suddenly found her lips locked with those of the other woman. Slowly the kiss became more passionate as the officer gave in, but then from somewhere deep inside doubt and guilt welled up. The kiss had been unlike anything she had ever experienced before, yet it was still wrong. The lady was unaware what she was doing, and to continue would merely be taking advantage. Struggling against the pleasure she felt, the officer fought to regain her composure and break free. When at last she managed this, the officer reached out to grab the blindfold, reasoning that once the lady could see she was not her assailant/lover she'd cease. The best laid plans though could never have accounted for what happened, for as the officer's hand closed about the blindfold it changed to a dark mist and dissipated. The officer was left with her hand stroking through the lady's silky blonde locks. Drawing her hand away as quickly as she could the officer tensed waiting for realization to set in, then as the lady's eyes fixed upon her own she asked, "Do you know this man?" Turning the officer pointed towards the plumbing pipe yet all that remained was the empty closed handcuffs. As Melissa began to regain consciousness she offered a soft moan of appreciation. Never before had she experienced such passion such release. Her whole body tingled with pleasure and she wished nothing more than to thank Jason, yet that long soft moan was all she could manage. For a brief moment after that Melissa feared he had slipped away, for no longer could her body sense him, yet suddenly she felt the almost graceful tugs upon her bonds. What was he up to now she wondered? Yet still she had not recovered enough to think clearly. Suddenly, he was back between her hot thighs, ready it seemed for more. She felt as he entered between her legs, and as his hands gripped her waist. Her mind needed no more encouragement, or information for suddenly she realized he was getting ready to drive deep again. One of her own legs seemed to recover enough to urge him onward for slowly Melissa rubbed it up and down against his side. 'God' Melissa thought, 'What he did to her. What more could he possibly offer', yet from deep within she desired to know those limits. At first she offered another brief moan, yet somehow to her own ears that wasn't enough, so she added, "more." That had done it! Melissa felt as his hands gripped tighter about her waist, then lifted and pushed her forward. She felt how the tension on her hands lessened then felt his body press hotly atop her own. For a moment Melissa wondered why he had not just driven deeply within her, or allowed her to now pleasure him, but then her hands were no longer attached to the car. He intended to move her or perhaps try a different position yet now was her chance. Quickly Melissa locked her legs behind him and felt as he responded by crushing her breasts with his warm smooth hands. Then before he could escape she swung her arms about his neck and pulled him in. He was hers now, and he'd succumb to her passion as she had to his. It took a moment to find his lips which were shocked at her new aggressive behavior yet she felt too how that shock turned to pleasure and his kisses became just as passionate. Then he was back to his old take charge mysterious form for suddenly he broke free and was trying to restrain her lips. She felt the odd sensation of release as both the blindfold and restraints slipped away. There was no time to consider how he had accomplished that for Melissa now had a new found freedom to act on her own. She found herself blinking trying to quickly to clear her vision, yet even as it did the truth had still not registered. Her eyes now flooded with light struggled to see clearly yet what they saw was the dark figure still trapped by the circle of her legs. The dark clothes, dark hair, soft green eyes, and bright red lips, she saw it all and didn't understand. This was not Jason at all, this was, a woman. As her eyes continued to focus Melissa realized it was in fact the lady officer who had stopped her earlier. Instantly questions or fractions of questions flooded her mind. How had she? Did they? Why? Was it always so? Instead of answers though the officer was asking her own questions. What man? Melissa wondered as she looked where the officer pointed yet there was nobody there. As realization set in that there was nobody there both the officer and Melissa turned to face each other. There was a brief moment of silence when their eyes met, yet that was quickly lost as the officers radio flared to life. "Unit 17 Charlie 6 what's your 20?" Instantly the officer responded; "Lowest level Timron Towers parking structure. Be advised one male suspect 6 foot stocky build black hair eyes and attire is still on the loose, may be armed and dangerous. I am staying with the possible 261 victim." With Melissa's body already pushed to its limit, and not yet fully recovered she found it necessary to lean against the car, yet as the words of the officer sank in it all became too much. It was not the officer who'd made love to her, nor in fact was it even Jason, for the description didn't fit. Before her mind could comprehend what it all meant though, Melissa heard and felt the word 'Breathless'. It spread over her skin and her legs buckled beneath her. Instantly it seemed the officer was there to catch her, guiding her safely to the floor before again getting on her radio. "17 Charlie 6 to dispatch requesting 10-78 to my 20" "10-4, 17 Charlie 6. Unit enroute" came the immediate response." Over the next several minutes everything was a blur, of noise and activity. There were, or at least seemed to be, officers everywhere and naturally there were questions. So many questions. Melissa found she could not answer most and was somewhat relieved to see an ambulance arrive but that was only the catalyst, for yet another wave of new questions. Her head was swimming in the events with no time to think or sort things out then finally after a cursory check by the EMU's Melissa was placed upon a stretcher and taken away. ********************************************************************* It was several hours later after all the questioning and examinations ended that Melissa found herself finally alone and virtually exhausted in a semi private room. It took no time at all for her to drift off into a deep sleep either. A sleep filled with shadows of what was both real and imagined. Perhaps her mind was trying to put some sense to it all, yet in the morning nothing had changed. Once more she suffered a battery of questions and tests then finally was permitted a rest for breakfast. It was here that Melissa pondered all that she knew the gorgeous dancer, the dark figure, Jason, Charlotte and even the police officer. There was sexual impressions left by them all, yet it all seemed to start with just one man. Could he help her perhaps? Did he know anything? He had told her she was free to visit him there anytime and perhaps once she was freed she'd do just that. Although that might well have been Melissa's desire, once again her plans were interrupted by a strange occurrence. It all began with a nurse coming into Melissa's room to check on her. She had just begun to roll away the breakfast table when Melissa watched in sort of amusement as a shadow seemed to slowly climb up the calf of the young nurse as she moved away. To Melissa that shadow was much like her phantom man moving in darkness stealing a caress when nobody was aware, and as it past the line of the nurse's knee it seemed to take on fingers as well. Suddenly without an explicable cause the nurse reached down and rubbed the area where the shadow now resided, but then returned to the task at hand. Once again the shadow proceeded ever higher slipping now over the hemline of her uniform. It offered a curious sight though, for in this light or the perhaps angle there was an impression of a hand actually under the skirt, with the shadow of it remaining on top. Melissa watched as the nurse's hips seemed to slowly rock back and forth until a sharp sexual gasp slipped past her lips. Immediately the nurse turned to regard Melissa from across the room, yet curiously she did not have a questioning expression. For a moment the two stared at each other in utter silence, not daring to offer an explanation or theory, and then a softening of the nurse's eyes and delicate smile spread across her lips. Now the nurse moved once more to Melissa's bedside and with the table properly stored away she smiled and offered "Shall we free you from this small prison?" indicating the privacy screen which surrounded her bed. Melissa smiled at that for only moments before, that had been her very impression; a prisoner's cell of cloth, which was now being dragged away. The metal rings rang out as they glided along the overhead bar attracting Melissa's gaze, yet when at last that sound stopped Melissa gasped. The very fabric of the screen seemed to suddenly swoop down about the young nurse cocooning her, and then its composition changed into a black mist which just seemed to slowly melt away. As it did Melissa was amazed to see the nurse not panicked or even animated but instead with eyes wild with passion and desire. More than that fact alone though, there was not even a hint of confusion which registered. Suddenly a dark figure rose up behind the young nurse growing it seemed from the very remnants of the dark mist. Melissa watched still in silence and disbelief as his hands then cupped and squeezed those tender young breasts. The nurse reacting to this contact then reached out and grasped the edge of Melissa's bed for support, as a small gasp slipped from between her lips. Perhaps somewhere deep inside the nurse heard that sound and feared getting caught, for she then curled the lower lip in to capture it between her teeth, allowed her eyes to flutter for a moment and then close. Now those phantom hands worked the buttons on the nurse's uniform, yet even as more and more skin was revealed Melissa realized that dark figure was watching her. She shifted her gaze up to his yet already he was tilting his face into the valley of the nurse's shoulder and neck. As that contact occurred the nurse gasped again and stood, arching her back away from the dark figure, rolling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts out. It was the perfect position for the dark figures next action. Instantly he grasped the uniform's lapels and pulled out and back. One button which had been missed now popped off the uniform and flew over Melissa's bed only to ricochet off a piece of equipment and skitter about the tiled floor. Melissa's eyes had automatically tracked the path of that button, yet as she turned back she also managed to watch as the uniform suddenly dropped to the floor with a muffled thump. Now the nurse's body stood in only a blood red lace bra with matching thong and soft white thigh highs. Her legs quivered noticeably and once again she used the edge of Melissa's bed for support, yet as the dark figure stripped away both thong and bra, then buried his face between her young legs even that was not enough. Now clutching wildly the nurse sought out some kind of increased support, and ultimately found it in Melissa's own thighs. Her gasps turned to long moans and then her body began to rock back and forth in time to the probing, licking tongue. With each rock of the young nurse's body her breasts dragged sensuously across Melissa's skin and began setting it on fire. The moaning, the scene in general and now this intimate contact was getting to her. Melissa knew if she didn't stop it soon she'd be consumed so gathering her strength she tried to squirm away. To do so Melissa parted her thighs yet on the next rock forward the young nurse's hands pushed up the hemline of her nightdress and now her breathing was directly over Melissa's wet pussy. Now it was Melissa's turn to moan, for that hot breath seemed to instantly find the most sensitive nerve endings and wash away common sense. Her hips rolled up in automatic response and on the next rock forward the nurse's tongue buried itself between those wanton lips. Instantly Melissa's body reacted. Thrusting and grinding on that moist pleasuring muscle, she moaned and her hands entwined within the nurse's hair. Then as the nurse's hands began pushing the nightdress higher still Melissa found herself aiding the task. Her hands covered those of the young nurse and guided them to her breasts. Those sweet soft foreign hands which hungrily closed about her nipples and made her want more. Melissa realized that no longer did she care what all this meant. She had given herself completely to the dark figure and now only wished to please him by going where he led. Who could have known though the complexities which conspired against them for at this moment when her orgasm was to crash through her body a new shadow crossed Melissa's form. Suddenly as though it were the very trigger, the nurse, the dark figure, and Melissa's own orgasm exploded into a supernova of light. Her upper body arched up off the bed with a scream, mirrored so far away by the gorgeous dancer as his body crashed explosively through the lid of a coffin. She was in ecstasy, he in agony. As her eyes opened again Melissa looked down her body. The exposed areas of her skin were covered in a dark sheen of sweat. Her nightdress was still pushed high above her breasts and her nipples still hard revealed the extent of her recent excitement. There was no dark figure now, no mystery or power associated with him. Even young nurse had somehow vanished; all that remained was a soft shadow across her abdomen. Turning Melissa's eyes tracked the source, across the tiled floor, past the blinds and beyond. There she saw it; the source was the shadow of the main cross from St-Anthony's Cathedral cast across her room by the morning sun. Across town in the lonely recesses of his layer the dark figures body began to decay. Having crashed through the top of his coffin several large splinters had been imbedded in his chest, one of which having pierced his heart. About him adorning the walls were several pictures of a sexy blond laying on a bed of red satin. The pictures became bolder as the lady's form was turned and the delicate summer blanket which had first covered her slipped away. Then as the glow from the dark figure's eyes began to fade his hand reached out and Melissa's image formed from a black mist then instantly dissipated. At two in the afternoon Melissa was preparing to leave the hospital when a pretty dark haired lady entered. Her green eyes flashed and sparkled and although she looked familiar Melissa could not place her. "Hi Mrs. Dorey" the lady offered, "Being released are we?" Melissa's brow furrowed briefly as she tried to figure out who this was, but in the end just responded "Yeah they said I was ok to go home. Forgive me do I know you?" The lady's smile broadened as she answered. "Well only sort of I'm Carmen Breathless. You'd probably recognize me better in uniform. Then of course I'm Officer Breathless. We sort of met yesterday" For a moment Melissa's eyes widened as recognition and realization swept over her, then instinctively she moved forward to shake the other lady's hand. On her third step though her foot came in contact with a strange object. Slowly Melissa moved the foot aside to reveal a stray button. Without thinking Melissa bent to pick it up, and as her hand closed about it Carmen spoke again. "What's that?" In the time it took for Melissa's body to straighten after having picked up the button her eyes flashed over briefly with a dark mist, and she knew. He was gone now, but he had given her that, that dark power of knowledge, and projection. Handing the button to Carmen, Melissa smiled a beautiful contagious smile and said "It is just a button." Deep down Melissa now knew Carmen's struggles. She could sense the excitement chained by reason and doubt that this lady felt for her own body. She knew her thoughts, her desires, her passions and dark secrets. She knew he had kept his word for in the end he had left her Breathless. Such is the power of vampire dreams.