0 comments/ 16827 views/ 0 favorites Night Is Coming Ch. 01 By: velvetpie Good evening, my dearest one! By now, you know that our meeting was not done by chance, that we were destined to be together. How do I know? I can feel it as keenly as I feel the blood pulse in my veins. You belong to me and I to you. Do you remember the first time you reached out to me? The sweetness of your innocence was like a burning bush in the midst of the desert to my senses. You were filled with longing, longing for your mother but you hadn't been able to weather her untimely death. And so you cursed Him and reached out to me. And I answered. Before we have our sacred union, I want to know your mate. I was not born, so I am not really alive. I was created in the image that you longed for. Your heart's greatest wish painted my eyes amber and my hair dark as midnight. You gave me an angular face with a medium nose and a nice wide mouth. I like to look at it in the mirror and imagine your cream smeared on them. My tongue is extra long. I guess you wanted that to fit into your pussy, tickle a certain special place, maybe? I would be so glad to be commanded by you, to know that you look to me for satisfaction and that I am the only one that can give it to you. My body is a little on the thin side. I don't really like the way it looks but I can be contented with it. I have muscles and a decent stomach but it is what you gave me down below that is the most impressive. You gave me this long, thick, delicious piece of meat to play with. Shall I describe it to you? First, let's talk about the hair. A thin, dark patch covers my pink nipples and a trail starts at the top of my stomach, leads downward and widens to another patch. It's nice and soft and I hope it doesn't tickle your nose too much (hint-hint!) Now, the pole. Soft skin that heats at the touch covers eight inches of the hardest muscle you could have dreamed up. As I write this to you, I'm stroking it, watching the thick clear cum puddle in the slit. The head is impressive, perfectly fluted and purplish, and I know that it will fit perfectly in your cunt. Mmm, I can just imagine what your pussy looks like and how I'd fuck you silly. I bet it's dark pink after you've cum. Do the lips puff out and beg to be sucked? I bet they do and I'm the one to do it for you. I've had but one thought each time I've seen you. Do you make noise when you cum? I masturbate to that thought. I imagine that you're a screamer, that you let your mate know what you like and that you learn what he likes. I can almost see you in my mind: your shock of honey-blonde hair thrown back over the edge of the couch, a sexy smile on your face. You're laying there, waiting for me to arrive, your body freshly washed and naked as the day you were born. You motion me over with a crook of your finger and I kneel at your feet, licking your ankles and progressing down to those cute toes, sucking and wrapping my tongue around them. You'll tell me how wonderful it feels but you don't have to tell me. I can tell by the scent in the air. The scent of your wet pussy is filling the air and I know that I'm going to love that smell. You let me do my favorite thing, pressing your legs apart and uncovering your precious flower. So tasty, so succulent. I just want to do nothing but eat you. It will be great fun to figure out what you like. Do you like your clit played with first or last? Soft or hard? Teeth or tongue? Do you like you lips sucked on or nibbled? And when it comes to your hole, do you like a thick tongue shoved straight in or a thin tip caressing the edges? I plan to do whatever you want as long as you want. I crave your cream. I want to rub it all over my lips and cover my cock with it. I want to feel it spurt onto the tip of my tongue when you cum. I want to swallow it down and taste it in every nook and cranny of my mouth. I will leave this on your pillow tonight and hope that you'll leave one for me, answering some of these questions. It's only four days; four days until we meet. Four days until I rock your world. Rock mine. Yours eternally, Night Night Is Coming Ch. 02 Um, hi. I feel really strange doing this but you wouldn't believe how many times I came just reading your letter. You aren't some kind of weirdo, are you? I hope not. It's so scary how you know how to touch the inside of me, the heart of me with your words, as if you know me. Do you know me? I wonder if you're someone that I see every day, a kindred spirit that passes by, reaching into me and touching me as you move by. I want to know you. I want to touch you and look into your eyes and know that it's me that you want, that you belong to me. How is it that you came to be? You say in your letter that I created you but how did that happen? The way you describe yourself is a dream that I've had for a long time, since I was a young child. I used to imagine that a prince came to rescue me from the loneliness that I was feeling; a prince that swept me off my feet and worshipped me as if I was a princess. I would dream of being ravished and loved until I fell asleep, my pussy filled and my sleep dreamless. And I would dream that when I awoke, my prince would still be there, eager to prove his love again. When my mother died and left me alone, I thought about you all the time, making up situations where you'd come and save me. Shall I tell you my favorite one? I'd be on a train on a dark and stormy night and I'd be sobbing my eyes out because I was lonely. Feeling utterly dejected and depressed, I shower and hop into bed, managing to cry myself to sleep before I could think twice about it. I'd dream about you then. I'd dream that you were gently stroking my face and then, when I opened my eyes, you were there. You told me how beautiful I was and how lucky you were to have me. Then, you kissed me. I've never been kissed, Night. Not really kissed. I've had a few close calls but I've never had a kiss like the one I dream that you gave me. Slow and sensual with plenty of tongue. You kiss me so deeply in my dreams that my toes curl. Never, ever had that happened before. I just love how you cup my face with your hands and run your fingers through my hair, how your fingers caress my scalp. I feel warm all over and I want more. Your hands slip under the blanket, finding my breasts and gently rubbing my nipples. Oh, how wonderful that feels! I shiver as I feel them harden under your fingertips, then you squeeze them, making my toes curl even harder. You whisper that you want to suckle mother's milk from my breasts, that you want to drink my essence and your lips move and cover each in turn. The flick of your tongue sends bolts of electricity into my already weeping pussy and I push your mouth down harder onto my breast. Your teeth feel so good! You move down my stomach and quickly find my clit. And within seconds, I am gone, cumming so hard that I feel like I'm going to shake apart. You lift your head and smile at me, moving over me and giving me a deep kiss. I want you inside me. I want to feel your skin against me but you tease me. You bend and kiss my nipples again, licking and sucking them until I am trembling again. Now. Your whisper makes me shiver even harder and I whimper as I feel your rod rubbing against my hole. You drive the breath out of my throat every time the head pushes my mound up and rubs on my clit. I am so ready for you. Please take me. You slide in and we both moan together. I'm so wet and so ready for you that you slide completely into me. I can feel every inch of you and my pussy muscles clasp you tightly as you move inside me. I close my eyes and move with you, loving the feel of your mouth on my neck and your breath on my cheek. I can't believe how much love I feel from you and I want to cry with happiness but the way you're making me feel ... I can barely catch my breath. Your beautiful cock is pounding me, pounding me and I ... I'm cumming, covering you in cream, so much cream that I can feel it running down my ass crack. I'm so overwhelmed that I fall asleep. When I awaken, I am alone again with only sticky thighs to remind me of our encounter. I find no cum, though, so I am depressed again, believing that I had a wet dream. I try not to cry as I dress and gather my luggage, heading for the outer door now that we've reached the station. I am ecstatic to see you waiting for me, a big bouquet of flowers in your hand. My prince has finally arrived. Listen, I have to go to work. I don't know how you're getting in here but I'll leave this on my pillow just like you left the other one. Please. I hope you're not a weirdo ... Night Is Coming Ch. 03 Oh, my sweet dear Wendie! You can't imagine my happiness at seeing the letter that awaited me. I wanted to shout but I was afraid that I would frighten the other tenants so I just sat on your bed, hugging the letter until I could calm down. And then, when I read it ... I cried. To know that our meeting is only a day away and that you are so lonely, my heart is breaking with each minute that goes by. Be strong, my sweet. Our time is coming and you will never be lonely again. I spent some time examining the things in your apartment today. I wanted to know more about this lovely woman who has stolen my heart. I was sad to find the scrapbook you'd made about your mother. She was a very beautiful woman and I can see where you got your looks from. But where is your father? Sisters? Brothers? Friends? I found no evidence of any of these people in your life. Are you an only child? Is that why you are so alone? It is good that I found you because I, too, am alone. My life has been filled with nothing, emptiness. I wait for you, for us to be together and I roam around during the daytime doing nothing. Can you imagine how much I want you? Can you imagine how much I long to be with you? I don't think you can. I can't wait until we are together and then you will never know loneliness again. I want to be everything for you and I want to do everything to you. Reading your fantasy made me sad but it also made me want to fulfill it for you and believe me, sweet dear Wendie, I intend to make every word come true. I think about what I'll do first when I have you to myself. I want you to strip for me and lay on the bed first. My cock is already hard thinking of how slowly you'll undo each button, pulling the fabric away from your warm, freckled skin. First, your shirt, then your bra. Your beautiful breasts with their pink nipples hold my attention and I reach out to touch but you move away, playfully smiling at me as your fingers pull the zipper tab down and your pants slide to the floor. Now all that's left are your panties. Small, white thongs with tiny straps that hang on your hips. The material is caught in between your pussy lips and I can see wetness blossoming there. It makes me so hot to know that you're as turned on as I am. I want to suck on that spot so badly. You just laugh as you take the panties off, dangling them in front of my nose just close enough that I can smell your juices. My mouth is watering; I want to taste you. I want to spread you open and bury my face in your pussy until you cum again and again. But as much as I want you, I vow to you now that I'll not rush our times together. I want to wring every ounce of pleasure from your body. I want you to cum harder than you ever have and I want you to know the greatest love that you've ever felt in your life. I intend to lay you down and spend time with your skin, getting to know each fragrant inch, each freckle, each hair. And your body will respond to my touch, arching to meet my hungry fingertips. Wanting more. Needing more. But I will not give it to you right away. I will caress you with my hands and with my fingers until I have your purring like a pussy with a saucer of cream. Only then will I give you the release you so desire. I'll pull you onto your hands and knees and slide underneath you so that I can look up into your cunt. God, I can smell you even now! Hot and slick. I'll pull your hips down, breathless as your flower approaches my open mouth and then, that first taste. A gentle lick from the top of your mound to your sopping hole, then down to your tangy ass hole. The way your body shakes tells me that you're enjoying it. I will lick again and again, learning the depth of each fold with the tip of my tongue, letting it dance among the tiny hairs, searching for the thing which makes you the most wild. And when I have discovered it, your secret place, I will suck on it like a baby nursing, licking and nibbling until you are screaming with pleasure and your cream is covering my tongue. You belong to me and I to you, my darling. Only the length of one day lies between us. Until then, my sweet Wendie. Sleep well knowing that I will be there soon. Night Night Is Coming Ch. 04 Dear Diary, He is coming tonight. Can you believe it? He will be here to take me away from all this pain and loneliness. I am so excited that I don't know what to do with myself. I've showered twice and have changed my clothes at least a dozen times. What will we do? Will he want to fuck right away or will he take me to dinner? I am so confused and yet, I have never felt more clear-headed in my life. Night is coming for me, coming to make me his own. I'm going to write one more letter before I leave for work. I'm hoping that he'll get it before we meet tonight. I hope he's my prince, diary. I hope that he's the answer to my prayers. * * * * * Dear Night, This will probably be the last letter that I write to you before we meet tonight and I am so excited that I haven't been able to eat anything this morning. I can't believe that I will get to see you tonight. That you'll be inside me, filling me with your cum. I want to be everything and do everything to you, too, Night. I want to rub my pussy on your face and cum so hard that my ass hole aches. I imagine your tongue inside my pussy and your fingers in my ass ... I want to fuck you so badly! Your letter made me cum so hard that I passed out for a few seconds. And then I started thinking about your lovely cock. I'd have you sit in a chair and I'd tie your hands behind your back and your feet together so that your legs were open wide and your beautiful prick standing straight up, begging for a little attention. But do I touch it? No. Do I kiss it? No. You have to suffer just as you made me suffer. I'll kneel in front of you and slowly lick and bite my way up your thighs, working my tongue into all the creases as you curse at me, ordering me to let you go. But you don't really want to be released, do you? Your struggles are just for show. I blow hot breath on your balls and you groan. I blow on your stalk and you groan again, cursing me more. But your cock is so beautiful that I can't resist it. I want to take that fluted head into my mouth, knowing how perfectly it will fit against the roof of my mouth. Your body quivers as my mouth comes closer but I only give you the tip, licking the ball of pre-cum clean. Now. In one long move, I take you inside my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around your meat and loving your helplessness. Mmm, it's like hot velvet on my tongue. Salty-sweet and musky with the scent of your body and tangy with your sweat. My tongue glides along your satiny skin, each flick driving you closer to the edge. Oh, how I want this! My lips squeeze tighter and I suck just a bit harder, moving up and down until you shout my name. Then I feel it. The first pulse and my mouth is full of your semen. I swallow in pleasure, awaiting the next burst. At last, I know what you taste like and I vow to you that I shall never forget it. I will rush home from work in anticipation of our meeting, Night, and I hope that this night, our night will be everything we've both dreamed of. Forever yours, Wendie * * * * * South Jersey CourierPost DATELINE: August 24, 2004 Camden, New Jersey The "Night Killer" has struck again, this time taking the life of 22-year old Wendie Speakman, a college student at Drexel University. After being reported missing by her mother, Martha, her nude, dismembered body was found in an old gardener's shack. Police say that the crime scene appeared to be staged as a romantic getaway. Melted candles and a half-full bottle of wine was found as well as several love letters and pieces of lingerie, leading police to believe that Speakman was carrying on some kind of relationship with the killer before she was murdered. Police still have no leads ... Night set his cup of coffee down and refolded the paper, a small smile creasing his lips. One down ... He went to his desk and pulled out a high school yearbook, flipping through the pages until he found his own photo. He hated to look at the person that he had been: a pizza-faced, poor druggie that watched the rich kids get whatever they wanted but he looked and remembered so that his purpose would not be forgotten. Four pages more and he found the smiling face of Wendie Jo Speakman, class valedictorian and daughter of Senator Joe Speakman and use the thick black marker to carefully draw an X over the picture. Now to choose the next one ...