0 comments/ 41259 views/ 0 favorites Intrigue By: Tommi I saw him for the first time in the lobby of my hotel. He looked like a model from GQ in a custom tailored dark blue suit, crisp starched white shirt and Harvard tie. He had dark hair expertly cut in a conservative style. Wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. Over six feet tall, he was too good to be true. His face was his best feature. Deep blue eyes, straight nose, full lips, and a strong chin with a little cleft that lent him just a hint of Cary Grant. I walked toward him conscious that he was watching me, appraising me. His eyes did not turn away. His serious look sent a shiver down my spine, and I am sure I had goose bumps somewhere on my body. I walked past him trying to compose myself. My Aide John Lowell rushed up to me holding out the last draft of the speech I was to give tonight. As I read it over my mind was lost in those intriguing blue eyes. "Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Sarah Brightman, and I am here today to ask for your vote for the United States Senate, and your help in reshaping the Republican Party into an organization that represents more than just the conservative left that has dominated it for these past eight years." I saw him three tables back from the stage. His serious look, his beautiful face. I grew excited and stammered just a little as I continued this speech that was so important to my future. I was the first woman to be considered a serious candidate for the senate in my state. I tried to put him from my mind and kept my eyes from looking in his direction. "My opponent Senator Blackwood has a commendable record of achievement in the years he has been our Senator, but his ideas are of the past, of back room deals, of a type of politics that has outlived it's usefulness to meet the challenges we face in our State, our Nation, our World." I was looking at him again, but only for an instant. I finished my speech and asked the audience for questions. I gave my best answers and could feel I was winning these people to my point of view. I saw him raise his hand to ask a question. "Yes sir." "Ms. Brightman I have no question, but I do want to say that I feel you offer the Party what it needs in this critical hour. Your voice embraces many who have been marginalized for far too long. You have my vote Ma'am." A stirring round of applause spread through the room. I thanked him and continued to answer the many questions that followed. With a glass of wine pressed to my lips I saw him looking at me. The frank level look so serious and enchanting. He came to me. I could feel my nipples grow hard beneath my silk blouse. Thank God for the suit coat I wore. He introduced himself as Ben Whitney, an attorney for a prestigious firm here in the city. I could not hide the fact that I was attracted to him and he knew it. I had been divorced for five years and there had been no men in my life in that long. He tried to hide it, but there was lust in his eyes. God it was flattering to be looked at in that way. At age forty-two I still had a trim figure. Good legs, firm breasts, no sag anywhere. I exercised daily to stay in shape. He was about thirty-three or four. A young man paying this kind of attention to me was thrilling. He boldly asked in a quiet voice if he could discuss something with me after the reception was over. I gave him a hesitant nod and we parted to greet others in the room. I entered the elevator heading to my room. He walked in behind me. We were alone as the elevator began to rise. He turned to me and kissed my trembling lips. His tongue found it's way into my mouth and took my breath away. I pushed him away and told him to wait. I pushed the stop button and turned to him. I ripped the buttons from my blouse as I tore it and my jacket off and dropped them to the floor. With a small knife I sliced through my bra and let it fall open exposing my breasts. I ripped my skirt from the small slit at the hem to my waist. I pulled the crotch of my panties away from my body and cut it leaving my mound and glistening labia exposed. A bewildered look, a look of uncertainty replaced the confidence that had been in his eyes. He watched as I slapped my breasts hard, leaving angry red hand prints on my flesh. I slapped my face until I was sure it was red. I took a small tape recorder from my purse and turned it on. I said, "Mr. Ben Whitney in five minutes you will be publicly charged with attempted rape. I will bring criminal and civil charges against you. Your career and your life will be over." A look of terror on his face told me I had nearly won. "You have one chance to escape the nightmare before you. Confess now who put you up to this seduction and don't lie to me. I will know, and I will ruin you." He stood there in shock unsure of himself for perhaps the first time in his life. Then I saw the broken look I was waiting for. "It was Orin Blackwood, he got me to do this. He was afraid of your growing popularity within the party. He wanted to involve you in a scandal that would force you to drop out of the race in return for our silence." I smiled at him and pushed the button that allowed the elevator to continue it's accent. I took him into my room to the shock of John Lowell who waited for me. John said "my god Sarah what has happened." I made Ben Whitney repeat what he had told me in the elevator to John. John typed up his statement and I made him sign it. I told him to get the hell out of my room and that he would here from me if I wanted anything further from him. I might find a use for that boy. After the bastard had left I slipped my jacket back on to cover my naked breasts. John tried not to ogle me which made me smile. I answered his concerned questions about my well being and told him to go home to his wife. John left and I took of my clothes except for my garter belt stockings and heels. The events of the evening had moisture running down my thighs. I poured two glasses of wine and entered the dark bedroom. A light came on by the bed and I looked over to see the naked beauty of Charlotte Blackwood reclined on top of the covers with a sultry smile on her face. "Did it go well. Did you get what you need?" "Yes" I said. "The information you gave me was correct. Orin will have to retire or be faced with a political scandal that he can not survive." the smile on Charlotte's face deepened as she stretched her fantastic body, the body that had made her Miss America. "Good," she said. "Then I get my husband back and away from his secretary who has been screwing him and you get me as your sex slave for life as I promised. Come here Sarah and let me lick your sweet pussy." I stood over her, looking down at her and lowered my dripping pussy to sit on her open and eager mouth. As she licked deep inside me and teased my clit from under it's hood with the tip of her tongue I thought I would enjoy Washington. This felt like winning. Intrigue "I'm intrigued by you," she whispered as she pulled me in close for a hug after a swift kiss on the lips that I wished had lasted longer. She smiled and her brilliant blue-green eyes dazzled as she shot me a mischievous smile as she turned to leave the restaurant. Ever since then, this meeting has been running around my head day in and day out. Finally, she has the house to herself for the day and I happened to have made the three hour trek home from school for a wedding shower this particular weekend. And so the story begins... I picked out my favorite thong, a black lacy number that doesn't cover a whole hell of a lot and paired it with a sexy black bra of the same lacy texture. The red rose on my rib cage really pops against the black. Anyway, I thought about wearing a simple pair of sweats and a hoodie since they wouldn't be on long anyway, but decided instead, on a tight pair of jeans that showed off my butt a little bit. I paired it with a casual black button down and a sky blue tank top. Everything was tight, showing off my figure for her. Lastly, I switched my cross necklace to the necklace that she had bought me the summer before when we worked together. I called her up to make sure we were still on and headed over. There were so many thoughts racing through my head on the short drive over and I couldn't wait until she opened the door as I stood on the doorstep. I rang the doorbell. She took my breath away when she opened the door, her eyes just as radiant and her smile just as suggestive as before. She grabbed my hand, pulled my inside and shoved me back against the door frame. Her lips met mine and immediately I felt a rush. Her hands held my hips as she leaned against me. Our tongues darted playfully back and forth as we kissed. I reached my hands around her waist and pulled her into me hard, yet gracefully sliding my thigh between her legs. She moaned into my mouth, "Fuck!"...that wouldn't be the last time. She stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear, "Follow me." I followed her up the steps to her bedroom. Everything was in order and neatly arranged; the bed made. She pushed me back onto the bed in one smooth motion and stood there planning her next move. After a brief pause, she knelt over my hips and quickly kissed me again. She kissed down my neck...another rush of excitement. We've barely started and I'm already pleading to myself for her to fuck me. Slowly, she straightens up and unbuttons my shirt. I sit up as she slides it down my arms and throws it on the floor. She rips her shirt off next and tosses it next to mine. I want to feel her fingers deep inside my pussy and she knows it, so she teases me some more: tracing her hands down my body, kissing down my neck and over my stomach, just close enough to my waistline that I think she might rip off my pants. I try to kiss her neck, but she pushes me back down, pinning my hands above my head. I want to taste her! She kisses my ear, down my neck and around my collarbone. She thrusts her thigh between my legs and I arch my back as I inhale deeply. She slips her hand under me and unhooks my bra in one fell swoop and there I am half naked for her. She continues to kiss down my body, stopping at each nipple. Flicking her tongue over them and sucking them into her mouth as I moan and tremble with pleasure. She's driving me crazy...I'm dripping. "Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." I moan. She unbuttons my jeans and slides them off of my body with little effort. Then she starts kissing up my leg. Calf, knee, thigh, inner thigh... "Oh my god! Please, please go down on me!" She rips my thong off and pulls me by the hips so that she can kneel between my legs on the floor. All of a sudden, with no warning, she thrusts two fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I almost cum right then...almost. She thrusts in and out quickly, but as my breathing begins to quicken, she slows; teasing me again. "Don't stop!" I yell as she continues to thrust in and out slowly. She begins to kiss around my clit and once in a while lightly flicks her tongue across it causing me to moan softly. I'm dying. Finally, she runs her tongue over my clit faster and harder. I let out a long moan and she begins to thrust her fingers faster and deeper. My hips buck wildly against her face. "Fuck yes! Oh shit! Yes!" Not long after, my pussy starts clenching down tightly on her fingers as I grip the sheets. I stop bucking and my hips lock out, my back arched as I cum hard, screaming her name. I collapse against the sheets still shuddering as my heart pounds, letting out a satisfied moan. She stares at my athletic naked body for a moment and slowly kisses her way back up my body. She kisses me softly on the lips as I float back down and she lays her head on my chest. Now it's my turn to make her scream my name... Intrigue It was quite late on a Friday night, and I was still in the office. While I had finally completed my work for the week and filed the last of the innumerable reports, I was just too mentally exhausted to try to drive home, which meant that I needed to go to the break room for coffee and allow it time to reinvigorate my mind. Slowly, I trudged to the coffeemaker, waited, and trudged back to my small office. I figured I could at least enjoy the view of the city, so I turned off the lights, leaving the laptop as the lone source of illumination within those four walls. After several sips, I sat in the chair, sighing wearily and looking off into the distance at the many vehicles on the elevated highway. Slowly, my attention drew closer to the office building, across the vast plethora of homes to a major street's shops and restaurants and gas stations to yet more homes to the school immediately before the building. From there, my gaze shifted toward downtown. ...and my jaw dropped. On the twelfth floor of an office building on the opposite corner of the intersection far below, I saw an man leaning back in his chair while a naked woman knelt before him. I knew that such situations occurred in office buildings at night, but had never expected that I would see it happen. Whenever I had heard stories of these events taking place, the participants always took care to close the blinds first or to at least turn off the lights. In this case, however, the lights in the office were indeed on, and the blinds were indeed open. Since the building's windows were not tinted and were not one-way mirrors, I had a wonderful view as the man lifted up from his chair just enough for the nude woman to remove his slacks; she had apparently already removed his shoes and possibly his socks before I had spotted them. Curious as to what would happen in the office, I felt my mind coming to life. The coffee in my hand was practically forgotten as I watched the woman lean forward again and position the man's erection so that her head could dip forward and allow her to easily ingest him. The way his head suddenly tipped back with his lips parted, it was clear that he enjoyed what the woman was doing. I took another sip of coffee, then purposely set it down on my desk. I was enthralled with the woman, with the vigor with which her head bobbed back and forth, with the fact that her hands were constantly touching him and were always in motion. While I had enjoyed some good fellatio in my time, I had never been blessed with having such a spirited woman pleasuring me orally, and it was clear that she thoroughly enjoyed having him in her mouth - it was almost as if she truly lived for such moments. He was a lucky man indeed, and given the gentle way he caressed her cheeks and held her hair out of her way, he seemed to know exactly how lucky he was. I could just barely see his lips moving, and I wished I could hear what he was saying - almost certainly, he was praising her skills and her performance and heightening her own enjoyment of the moment with his words. Perhaps not surprisingly, I found my hand rubbing at the front of my slacks. I wished that she could have been servicing me instead. And then, he seized the woman's head, guiding her movements with greater speed, his head tipped back and his mouth wide open as he rocked into her open mouth, and then finally, they both were incredibly still as his orgasm rocketed through his length and was fired directly into her mouth. She clutched the man's thighs as if she was a drowning swimmer clinging desperately to floating debris. He sagged at last, his hands slipping from her hair and falling limp at his sides. They were both breathing hard, her respiration made all the more prominent by her heavy breasts as she sat back on her heels. I watched a little longer, but just as I was about to turn back to my coffee, I noticed the woman finally stand. The man remained in his chair, but he reached into a drawer of the desk, which surprised me greatly in this situation. ...until I saw him retrieve a file and, without even looking at the contents, hand it to the woman. And that was how the intrigue truly began. Intrigued I smooth the flowery dress across my stomach and reapply my lipstick before I knock on the hotel room door. The hallway is quiet, and the resounding echo of the knock forces a blush to my face. You open the door and smile. After that, it all seems easy. I step past you into the hotel room, your scent whirling around me and enticing me forward. I'm not sure if it's aftershave or cologne or just the smell of fresh, clean man, but damn, I like it! Stopping in the middle of the room, I turn around, watching you close and lock the door. Locking us in, but more importantly, locking others out. I smile nervously at you, and you move towards me purposefully. Stopping in front of me, you stand quietly until I look up into your eyes, my heels bringing me closer to meeting you head-on but not quite close enough. "Hello, Darling," you whisper, and drape your hands over my shoulders. Pulling me towards you, you wrap a hand around my cheek and tilt my head ever so slightly. A warm smile lights your eyes as you softly touch your lips to mine. I sigh against your lips, my hands drifting of their own accord to your shoulders and biceps. My lips part beneath yours. Your gentle forays deepen lazily, as if you had all the time in the world to enjoy the taste of me. Your tongue darts out, tracing my bottom lip, and my fingers tighten around your arms. A small moan catches in my throat. Arching my back, I wrap my arms around your neck and lean against you. Your palms smooth down my shoulders, sliding across my back. With a firm hand, you pull me closer to you. Your legs widen slightly and you tuck my hips against yours, pressing me against the hardness forming between your thighs. Dizzy, I pull back, dropping my forehead to your shoulder. A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and I lightly punch your shoulder. Your dry sense of humour always chooses the oddest times to emerge. In apology, your lips travel to the side of my neck, kissing down to the curve of my shoulder, where your teeth lightly bite my pale flesh. I shudder, arching into you, pushing my breasts into your chest. "That's nice," I whisper. My hot breath warms the side of your neck as I placed open-mouthed kisses against your warm throat. Finding the pulse beating strongly just there, I lave it with my tongue, provoking a reaction as you clench your hands against my back. You tug on the material of my dress, gathering the slippery folds in your hand at the curve of my back. Capturing your lips, I lose myself in your mouth while you wrap your hands around my lace-clad rear. I clench my buttocks in your hands, and you slap one cheek lightly before rubbing the sting away. Your thumbs trace over my panties, slipping under the scalloped edge in a teasing caress. I drop my hands to your shirtfront, trying to concentrate on pulling the buttons from their holes. Muzzy-headed moments later, I pull your shirt from your pants, leaving the tails hanging. With a small smile, I dragged my nails down the front of your chest, watching the goosebumps spread outward as you twitched in reflex. Your hands wrap around my bare waist, subtly moving upwards and taking the material of my sundress with you. I glance up at you from under my eyelashes. "You think I haven't noticed what you're doing?" You smiled in acknowledgement, and lower your lips to my cheeks, kissing across my neck and down to my shoulder. I slide your shirt over your shoulders, pulling and tugging your arms straight so I can drop the shirt in a puddle at your feet. You sigh, then growl at my interference. If you give me your hands in order to remove your shirt, you have to drop my dress back down. I hide my grin at your dilemma. Impatiently, you drop my dress back into place long enough for me to undo the buttons at your cuffs and leave the shirt on the floor. Your top bare, I step back to admire the view. You follow me, bending to grab the hem of my dress, and pulling it straight up. I laugh and swat at your hands, trying to keep myself clothed. With a growl, you push me backwards, and I stumble in my heels, falling onto the bed. My dress pools around my hips, and you look down at me with satisfaction. "Are you coming down here?" I ask, raising a finger and tracing it over the spaghetti straps of my dress. You smile and put a knee on the bed. I yank on your hands and you fall forward. Quickly, I roll you over, straddling your hips. My dress floats downwards, covering our joined bodies. Your hands sneak down and push the dress back up my thighs. I grab your wrists and laugh, holding your hands over your head on the bed. "I'm stronger than you are," you say mildly, just stating a fact. "I know that. No touching! Behave yourself!" I chide you. Sprawled beneath me, you relax, and I smile. Squeezing your wrists in warning, I let your hands go, and they stay in place. Leaning back, I consider your body beneath me. I can definitely feel your excitement between my spread thighs, but I'm not sure just where to start. Absently, I play with the hem of my dress, and the material dances across your abdomen. Your muscles tighten in reflex, and I smile. Deliberately teasing you, I wiggle slightly, grinding down against your hardness. You raise an eyebrow in warning, and I laugh. "All right. Is this more to your liking?" I cross my arms and grasp the edges of my sundress. Pulling it upwards in one smooth motion, I arch my back and release the dress somewhere at the end of the bed. Your eyes darken with appreciation, taking in my matching lace bra and panty set. Your hands move and I frown. "Ah ah ah!" I say, wagging my finger back and forth. "No touching!" You subside, but I know I haven't got much longer before you're going to take control of the situation. Unconsciously, I rotate my hips and press against your shaft, and you growl in warning. Raising my hands, I drop my head back and close my eyes, trailing my fingers gently downwards from my own shoulders, tripping lightly over the raised lace covering my breasts and continuing down my stomach. You arch your hips ever so slightly upwards, but your arms stay immobile, relaxed above your head. "Are your nipples hard?" You ask, your drawl thickening with your desire. "Take off your bra." I shake my head, wondering how long you'll be patient. In a conciliatory gesture, I slide the cream-coloured straps down my shoulders, and gently lift my breasts out of the cups, leaving the material bunched under my nipples. This action thrusts my breasts upwards and my nipples react to the cool hotel room air. I feel your root twitch beneath me, and your eyes become heavy, half-closed as you watch me. "Play with them," you order. With a slow, sensuous smile, I trail my fingers upwards, across my stomach, tracing the curve of my waist. Goosebumps follow my fingers, and you buck upwards impatiently. Your breath catches in your throat, though, as I trace my fingers lightly over my breasts, outlining the curve of each with a gentle finger. I watch my own hands move as intently as you do. When I lightly touch a nipple, you gasp with me. Without thinking, I bring a finger to my mouth and dampen it with my tongue before tracing the wet digit over my hardened nubs. "Pinch them." Your voice is strangled, and your fingers flex above your head. Heat pools between my thighs, and I feel the slick wetness seeping through my panties. A small dark patch appears on your pants, proof of your own desire. In a haze of desire, I gently squeeze each nipple in turn, pinching lightly, then harder as I meet your gaze. "More," you whisper. Using just my nails, I pluck the aroused flesh to the point of pain, and spasms of heat streak downwards, coiling around my dark tunnel. I throw back my head and moan, cupping my swollen flesh in my hands. "Enough!" Your palms wrap around my breasts, shoving my own hands out of your way. Your fingers are deft, quick, as they pull and tease at my aroused nipples. My breath hisses between my teeth as I thrust myself towards you, eager to feel a strong, sure touch. "Come here, Darlin'." You tug me forward, your mouth unceremoniously latching onto a nipple. I start and cry out, thrusting my hands to the bed to hold myself upright over you. Your hand fumbles between our thighs. Your belt comes loose, and I hear the rasp as your zipper gives way. In an instant, hard, hot flesh presses against the lace barrier keeping you out. I rub against you, like a cat seeking affection. Proof of my pleasure leaks from my core, christening the heated length of your cock. Your mouth switches to my other nipple. One hand resumes play with its damp mate, twisting and tugging, mimicking the actions of your teeth. The other hand grasps the edge of my panties, pushing them to one side. A finger slides directly into my wetness, and I gasp and press down, eager to be filled. "You're ready." You state the obvious, your breath sliding over my sensitive nipple as I shudder. Your finger slides slowly out, then thrusts back into me. Colour blossoms in my face and I moan. In answer, I slide against your cock, my swollen labia surrounding you. A drop of precum oozes slowly from your tip, and I catch it on the end of a finger, balancing on one hand as I pop the digit into my mouth. Your eyes follow the movement, watching as I slide my lips around the finger, hollowing my cheeks as I suck it clean. Without further ado, you pull your finger from my pussy and adjust your shaft. Pressing my panties to one side, you slide your cockhead over my lips once, twice, before holding it straight up. Grasping your meaning, I sit up, balancing my hands on your chest. In one slow movement, I sink downwards, engulfing your cock in my hot cunt. Your eyes closed, you groan in pleasure, welcome heat surrounding you. You pulse inside me, excited by our foreplay. I'm not in the mood to wait. Grasping your hands, I put them back on my breasts, wordlessly asking you to pinch and pull my nipples. Leaning back, I slide up and down, working your shaft in and out of my tunnel in a steady rhythm. You plant your feet on the bed, and I lean back against your raised khaki-clad legs. One hand drops from my nipples, and you circle my swollen clit with a finger. It doesn't take long before I moan, slamming down on your cock as your finger teases my swollen nub in ceaseless circles. "Keep going," I hiss, not sure if I'm talking to you or myself. Alternating back and forth, your free hand pinches my nipples hard as I ride your cock. I bite my bottom lip and groan, lost in the pleasure swamping my senses. I feel you start to thicken, your shaft pressing against my inner walls. Your finger quickens its pace on my clit, and I rush head-long towards the end of the earth with you. I feel your cock tighten and your balls draw tight against my ass, just as your finger completes one last circle that thrusts me over the edge. Your climax slams into mine, causing a confusing maelstrom of carnal sensations. Your fingers tighten on my nipple in a painful fashion as I dig my nails into your raised thighs. Head thrown back, you clench your teeth and buck upwards, driving your cock as far into me as you can. I ride the wave, milking the pleasure from your body, until the final shudders separate and ease. Rolling my neck back and forth, I ease the stiffness in my body and smile down at you. "Maybe next time we can get fully undressed?" Intrigued -Raven- Intriguing. That is the only way I can describe him. All my years of existence and 'intriguing' is the best I can do? Pathetic. Something about him fascinated me to no end, yet felt faintly familiar. I felt drawn to him... A human, no less! Perhaps, it was just the hunger talking, it had nearly been twenty-four hours since I drained the poor sap that picked the wrong lady to try to mug; I was in no mood for that nonsense. He ordered his drink from the short, blond, and very busty female bartender that was, without a doubt, trying to coax him to her bedroom. In the midst of his declination, I noticed the pulse in his neck, full and bounding beneath his pale skin. The tattoos crept up, slightly licking my target. I slowly ran my tongue over my fangs in anticipation, he was going to be a treat. He stood at the bar with black, beautiful ink adorning his taut, stone-like arms. I couldn't help but notice that ever so often, he would impatiently run his fingers through his jet black hair and glance up at the clock. I sexily sauntered over to him and took a seat at the bar. "Hi," I hissed, carefully ensuring my fangs were hidden from sight. "Hey, sorry, I-," he started, his sentence breaking when he met my eyes. He stood there, dumbfounded, staring at me in awe. 'Typical,' I thought, aware I would have to make the first move, as usual. "My name is Raven, and you are...?" I said, extending my hand. "Keegan," he replied, snapping out of his trance and bending down to kiss my hand. He pressed his warm lips against my skin, pausing only slightly at the coolness. "What brings you to this place... alone?" I asked, leering deeply into his eyes. "Well, I-uh, have a date... a bl-blind date," he said, stammering over his words, "but she was supposed to be here over twenty minutes ago.. I'm afraid that I've been stood up," he chuckled. "Any girl who would stand you up has gotta be outta her damn mind," the idiot girl behind the bar interjected, leaning seductively on the bar, causing me to shoot a cautionary look in her direction. "Heh, thanks," Keegan said, blowing off the girl's compliment, his eyes never leaving my face. I had him, time to make our exit. "Well," I began, probing his grey eyes with my own, "if you're sure your date stood you up, why don't we get out of here...together?" Staring blankly back at me, he began to speak, "Yes, that seems like a good idea, just let me pay for my drink and I'll be right with you." He reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He paid the bartender and told her to keep the change. Her mouth was slightly agape as she watched the man she had been throwing herself at for the last forty-five minutes offer me his arm and agree to leave with me after less than ten. "What the fuck does she have that I don't have? It's not fucking fair..." her thoughts were even more puzzled and scattered than she looked. "It's called 'class', Darling, maybe you will learn it someday," I said with a smile, taking Keegan's arm and walking leisurely toward the exit. Hook, line, and sinker. This would be fun.... -Keegan- Why I was leaving with this stranger, I had no idea but it felt right. I felt her cold grasp tighten around my arm as we exited the bar, immersing ourselves into darkness. This whole thing was completely foreign to me, though I've had many a comrade repeat this escapade on a monthly, if not, weekly basis. As far as foreign things go, this girl was a great start. She seemed harmless enough, with her small stature and shapely frame. She intrigued me. Everything about her was majestic: her walk was sure and confident, she seemed authentically sexy, not feeling the need to put 'her best foot forward' to get what she wanted. All she had to do was simply show interest. Her voice was soft and feminine but at the same time, strong and sultry. When she spoke to me inside the bar, she held my gaze as I her's, it was so intense, I couldn't look away. Her eyes made me melt; beautiful golden eyes that somehow, made me forget all about the world around me. I knew if I wasn't completely in a trance, I would have been totally turned on... I don't know what happened to me in there. As sexy as Raven was, there was something else there, something dark and almost evil. That mysterious, unknown portion didn't quite jive with the rest of her. No wonder she kept it locked away, imprisoned deep within her... -Raven- His thoughts were very interesting to listen to. I did my absolute best to keep from hearing them in the bar. All the music and chatter in the background would not have done his thoughts justice. Now, things were different. Now, there were not any indistinct voices to spoil my fun. I listened as Keegan contemplated not only where I stood on the good/evil spectrum, but whether or not he should touch me. Now was as good a time as any... "Do you live around here, Keegan?" I asked quietly, pressing my body against him. He looked down at me, searching my face, as if he was trying to figure out if there could be any reason, other than the one he had in mind, that I could be asking him this. Seeing the expression, that I was so accustomed to giving my victims, on my face, he quickly ruled out any miscommunication. "Yeah," he said with a smirk, "I live a couple of blocks away. Let me call a cab." His thoughts gave him away: "God, she's so damn sexy, it's been so long..." Upon hearing both his mental and vocal responses, I gave him a sexy smile and replied, "I would rather walk." We continued walking along the sidewalk, the trip taking a lot longer than either of us would have liked. I squeezed his arm in anticipation, hearing thought after filthy thought as they crossed his brain. It eventually became too much to bear... I pushed him into the dark alley, against the cool, brick wall of the building. I dove into the kiss, attacking his mouth. I pushed my tongue inside and gripped the beautiful, black hair in the back of his head tightly. His initial response was to pull back, not expecting such a forward action to come from me. I roughly pushed his mouth into mine, wanting nothing other than to feel his hands all over me. Nothing other... except for maybe his blood. His response, though slow at first, was intense. He rubbed and squeezed up and down my sides, eventually reaching behind me, gripping my ass. His breath caught in his throat. "So...fucking...hot...so...fucking....sexy..." played over and over again in his head as he left my mouth, kissing my neck. His lips were so soft and warm, I had not felt a more lustful feeling wash over me than the one taking hold of my body at that moment. Then, he did the unthinkable. He grabbed both of my shoulders, switching our positions, pushing me against the wall. He licked and sucked my neck, nipping here and there, roughly gripping my right breast. I could not help myself... I threw my head back in passion, freeing my fangs as he nipped my neck. At that moment, he dove in for a kiss, cutting his bottom lip open. I moaned as the blood poured into my mouth, knowing I would be unable to stop at just a drop. "What the fuck...?" Keegan began as he finally saw me for what I really am: A predator. I licked my lips as the blood dripped down my chin...