Gothette by Aimee Well hello there... I hope you don't mind me dropping by unannounced. I know it's late, but I saw the light on, and thought... Well, you know how I get when I'm out prowling the streets at night. Ah, I see, you're working on a story. Doesn't seem to be going too well, from the look on your face. What's the matter, writer's cramp, or lack of inspiration? Both? Oh, how tragic (smile)... well, I'm sure I can help with both. Why don't you just lean back in your chair, you poor thing. You give so much to other people, you just don't have time for yourself. Here, give me your hand, and I'll massage the knot out of your wrist while I tell my story. My, you are tense. Here, just lay your hand in my lap. No, I promise it won't hurt... I'll just run my fingernails gently along your wrist... to your palm... to your fingertips. It's all energy; you have to get the energy back to the right spots. That reminds me of a story... Hmm, now where have I heard /that/ line before? I was having another one of my famous insomnia bouts, so I put on my black greatcoat--why yes, the very one I'm wearing now. It's starting to wear just a bit, but this coat and I have quite a bit of history together, as I'm sure you'll find out. It was one of those warm fall nights that I love so much, so rather than go to a smoke-filled club, I just decided to walk around my neighborhood. My apartment has those old-style radiators, and it figured that since it was autumn, it must be time to run full blast. So I was walking about in the cool night air, letting the air take the sweat off my skin. How much skin? Well, it's awfully hard to tell with this coat on, don't you think? Tell you what, though, I'm wearing the exact same amount of clothing tonight. Think that hand of yours could use a little exercise? Good. Why don't you slid it through the front, and on to my leg? Aah. That's good. I thought you'd like it if I didn't wear pants or a skirt. You can go up or down if you'd like... Down? I'm impressed. Yes... now linger just a bit on the knee. Mm, I like your touch... That's right, I'm wearing knee-high leather boots. Not especially practical for wandering around the city, but I like the way they rub against my thighs. Now, why don't you go... up? Oooh, I love the way you drag your nails... where did you pick that little trick up at? Oh, look at that pout! That's right, I'm not completely naked. My neighborhood may be safe, but I'm not stupid. Still, those silk boxers of mine shouldn't give someone like you too much trouble. Aaa-ah! I see that writer's cramp is gone... Mmh. Oh, yes... yesssss. Why don't you keep exercising those muscles while I finish my story. How about... oooh... If I put my hands on your shoul... oh, god... shoulders for support? Thanks... and I mean thanks! Ah, yes, I'd just gotten to the playground. It's one of those great, old 50's style playgrounds that was built before lawsuits and safe, boring toys. I went right to my favorite place: a cast-iron swingset bolted to the blacktop, and yes, I admit I tried in vain to do a 360... Probably would have killed myself, I know, but what's life without a little challenge. Hm? Well, maybe next time you /should/ come and push me. I'm sure it'd feel good to have your hands pressing against my shoulders, my back, my bottom. Here, why don't we give you a little practice? Give me your other hand. Now, slide it through the slit up the back of the coat, and get a feel for me. Feel my back, my ass as I tense and relax, tense and relax... Yesss... Now push on me with both hands at once. OH god... Yessss...yesss... push me onto your hand. Mmm. Oh. Ah. Ah. Yes, I can feel it. Yeah, yeah, push a little harder. Oh god, oh god... faster... God oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgodoh--YEEEES! YESSSSYESYESYESYESYES! Oh god yes! Whew, after reading all your stories, I wondered if your skills were really up to snuff. Guess I'll have to give you the truth in advertising seal, eh? Say, I just realized something... this is one of those fancy ergonomic chairs that reclines, isn't it? Well, why don't I return the favor? That's right, just lay back. Hm, these pants will simply have to go. There. No, leave the underwear on for now. I think it feels even better if you have the fabric to create extra friction. Especially when someone's clean-shaven like you. Oh, god, I can't even look at your beatiful body, or I'll never finish the story. So I'll just close my eyes as I gently run in slow, lazy circles around your lips, okay? Hm, I thought so. I guess I got really caught up in my swinging (what are /you/ smiling about?) because I hadn't noticed that I wasn't alone. On the other side of the blacktop, by the jungle gym, there were a bunch of goths smoking (tobacco, I'm sure). I can't say I'm much into goth culture, but I do have a weakness for the women. The pale skin, the dark eyes--ooh! It just stirs something in me. There are quite a few goth/industrial hang-outs around here, because the college nearby has a thriving culture for them. But what attracted my attention this time was that there was some shouting going on; about what I wasn't sure, but then they all left, well, all except for one, who kind of crumpled. Thinking it might have been a fight, I walked over to make sure the loner was okay. She wasn't, at least not emotionally. The poor thing was sitting against the jungle gym in a pathetic display, mascara running down her face as she cried. "I wouldn't come any closer if I were you," she said. Well, I was a little grumpy from my lack of sleep and having my swinging interrupted, so I got a little bitchy and responded with, "Why, are you a vampire?" Well, that just made things worse. She started bawling, and I felt about two inches high. I sat down next to her and tried to calm her down, eventually cradleing her in my arms. She didn't fight me, she just kept crying until she was empty. "That's what THEY called me," she said, "a psychic vampire. They said I leeched the energy out of everyone, and never gave anything back." And there was a long pause, until finally she said, "And they're right. I can't give." I asked her her name, and she said it was Lenore, and when I shot her a look she said that her real name was Kirstin. "Well, Lenore/Kirstin, maybe you need someone to show you how to give." And guess who volunteered for the job? As guilty as I felt about it, I have to admit I'd been admiring her figure even as I'd been trying to console her. She was slim, but her black and purple corset enhanced what little there was of her figure, pushing her small breasts together and offering them up like two pale scoops of ice cream. And I think she noticed me for the first time, or at least what I looked like. Here, why don't you undo the buttons so you can see what she saw? That's it... You knew about the silk boxers, but I hope you approve of the color? And as for the spider-web lace top, well, it was just the first thing I pulled on when I walked towards the door. Oh, sure, the webbing covers the nipples, but my body had cooled substantially, and they were standing very firm... like they are now. The other thing I like about this top is that you can only make out the very top of my tattoo, here on my right breast. What is it? Hmmm... maybe you'll find out later... My, you are getting moist, aren't you? I'll have to finish my tale, so I can get to the... no, I won't say it. Well, Lenore jumped right for my lips, but I held her back. I told her that she had to learn how to "receive" a kiss, instead of just taking it. I made her stand up, and hold on to the jungle gym with both hands. Then I undid my coat, and pressed my body against hers. I could tell that every iota of her wanted to grab me, but she held on to the bars--good thing the jungle gym was built sturdy. I took a lot of pleasure in the textures of our bodies. My nueveau lace top rubbing against her antique whalebone. And she was enjoying it too but in a way totally new to her. This was her first foray into delayed, rather than instant gratification, and I kept it up until I couldn't take it anymore, rather than when she couldn't take it anymore. Her arms strained against the cold steel of the gym and her own will, and then... I kissed her. My tongue tasted an erotic mixture of smoke, lipstick, and salt from her tears, and I plunged in, moaning as I gave her all the energy from every sexual fantasy I've had about gothettes. I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but when it was over, her hands were on me. Not pulling or tugging, but gently on my shoulders, her lips playfully dancing across mine. Without another word, I placed her hands down at her sides, wrapping her fingers again around the cold steel as I slid down her body and undid her skirt. She looked at me pleadingly as I confirmed her hopes by undoing the ruffles. Her panties, black but cotton, were wet with arousal. I ran my fingers gently across them, as I do now with you, and a whimper escaped her lips. I pulled the briefs to the side, and began to rub my chin against her as my tounge took slow, long laps over her lips. She buckled almost instantly, but did not ride me. It was more like she was presenting herself to me for my pleasure. And I did take pleasure in her. For so long I'd wanted a woman like this, and when I finally slid my tongue into her, it was the sweetest taste I'd ever known. Oh, how she moaned and whimpered... At one point, she even started quoting Baudelare to me, which only made me more turned-on. My licks became more focused, and I managed to turn my eyes up just in time to see her pale, gorgeous face as she came. I took her in, and when it was over, she gave me one, sincere, "thank you." Speaking of vampires, it looks like your teeth will split your lip if I don't give you some release. Would you like that? Would you like me to give you pleasure? Release? Just ask me. I want to. I want make you... I want to be between your legs and make you cry out. Can I do that? Please? Thank you... Ah, I've dreamed of this for so long. Mmmm... you taste sooo good. Oh, I can't wait... Oh, yes, mmph. you taste so good. Sshlp. Ssslp. Sslp. Yeah Yeah... yeahh, you're coming, aren't you? Yeah, cum on me... I want that beautiful body to give me it's gift. Give it to me, my sweet, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeeeees! Now kiss me, just once. Taste what we have done together... Thank you, dear one. I hope the next time I walk at night, I see your light on...