A Wild Ride

Dylan stood in front of the mirror gazing at herself. She was 5'6", weighed 135 pounds and had a slightly boyish figure. She'd never been curvy like most women but after years of being frustrated, she'd finally accepted herself and her body for what it was. She was toned and muscular with a flat stomach, defined arms and muscular legs. She kept her curly blond hair cropped short but even that didn't mask her feminine facial features. She turned in the mirror, frowning at her imperfections and wrinkling her nose. Dylan ran her hands over her stomach and down to her waist before strapping a soft leather harness on her hips. The leather fit comfortably against her skin as she tightened the straps. She meant to have fun…so the choice of attachments wasn't a hard one to make. From her dresser drawer, she took a 7 inch flesh colored cyberskin dildo and attached it to the harness. After adjusting its placement to just over her clit, she pulled on a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The bulge that the dildo created was the perfect size. It would be noticeable to those who were looking for it, but it wasn't too big to hide in her pants. Now, the image in the mirror looked more complete.

Dylan walked over to her closet and looked at her clothes for a moment before choosing a pair of dark washed, MEK jeans that fit low on her hips, slim in the right places but baggy enough to be comfortable. She also chose a slim fitting dark gray button down shirt with white pinstripes. A white leather belt and black and white Pumas completed the outfit. She stepped into the jeans and fastened them low on her hips. The black waist band of her underwear showed just above the waist of her pants, then she threaded the belt through the waist of her jeans and fastened the buckle. In the mirror she could see herself transforming. She liked what she saw. She slipped on the shirt over her white tank top and buttoned it, then rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. After putting on her shoes she stepped back to the mirror. Perfect, she thought. Dylan was on a mission. It was time to go.

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Downtown on the 39th floor of an office building, Kate sat at her desk going over case briefs for the third time. It was the biggest case she'd ever landed and she was up to her ears in paper work. She'd been the first one in and the last one to leave the office for two weeks and the trial was still a month away. She was exhausted. Finally, she decided to leave. The paper work would be there Monday morning when she got back. Her phone rang, causing her to jump. "Hello?" he voice on the other line was loud and there was laughter in the background. Kate smiled as her best friend's voice echoed back to her.

"Hey! We're going out tonight. We're downstairs." Kate didn't even have time to object before the call was ended. She tried to arrange her desk in some semblance of order before walking out. She wouldn't sleep at home--there was more work waiting for her there. She might as well go out and have a drink or two to relax. It was Friday after all.

Since making junior partner at her firm, she'd spent more time in her office than in her apartment; so she'd started keeping an extra set of clothes in her office. She opened the closet and took out the black a-line skirt and red button down shirt she'd put in there that morning. She quickly changed out of her gray pant suit and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick. Kate had curly, chocolate brown hair that she usually wore in a loose twist. She looked in her small compact mirror and decided to wear her hair down so she ran her fingers through it to loosen the curls. In less than 5 minutes she was out the door and on the elevator. Her friends were in the lobby waiting on her, all dressed similarly to Kate. When the elevator door opened, they all cheered in greeting. "Kate! Is that really you? I thought we'd lost you forever!" one woman said, laughing. Kate shook her head and smiled.

"Where are we going tonight?" Kate asked as they all headed for the door.

"It's a surprise."

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Dylan handed her keys to the valet and walked into the club. The bouncer checked her ID and secured a pink paper bracelet around her left wrist. Dylan looked around the club as she made her way to the bar. It was a mixed crowd with just as many straight people as there were gay people. The diversity of the club is what drew Dylan there in the first place. All of the strictly gay clubs either had horrible drag shows or were full of half naked gay men. Straight bars were just that...straight bars. But this place was different. Straight couples mingled with gay and lesbian couples. The DJ played a nice mix of House and Top 40/rap music and the drinks were strong.

Dylan took a seat at the bar and ordered a SoCo and lime. After tipping the bartender she began to survey the dance floor. For a Friday night, it was still early, but Dylan liked to get there before the rush. It was fun to see the club go from nearly empty to packed to the gills. Plus, she got to see everyone as they walked in. No one particularly interesting had walked in while she sipped her drink. There were a few small groups of people on the dance floor, but nothing really exciting. Dylan checked her watch and ordered another drink just as people started to line up at the door and come in.

There were a few groups of college students who were way over dressed and, by the color of their wrist bands, all under 21. Behind them came a group of frat boys, drooling over the sparkles and short skirts. Over the next half hour, Dylan saw the whole spectrum of people come into the club but no one caught her eye. She decided to forfeit her seat at the bar and go play a game of pool. The area with the pool tables was on the other side of the dance floor so Dylan couldn't see the comings and goings of people in the door. She was full engrossed in her game when Kate and her friends arrived.

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When they pulled into the parking lot, Kate took one look at the club and rolled her eyes. Of her four friends, she was the only lesbian. For months they'd been trying to hook her up with this girl or that girl. Blind dates never worked out so she'd given up on finding someone for the moment. She opened her mouth to object but her friends quickly shushed her. "This will be fun for all of us." Kate rolled her eyes again and laughed. Another friend blurted out, "When's the last time you got laid, anyway, Kate?" Sex...yeah, it had been a long time. Too long, actually, but Kate wasn't interested in finding someone to hook up with in a bar. Her friends seemed to have their hearts set on going in so all Kate could do was follow in their wake.

The club was nearly packed with flashing lights and House music blaring over the speakers. It was a scene Kate enjoyed being in, she just never had the time. Her friends went directly to the dance floor while Kate went to the bar for a drink. She ordered a Red Stripe and started a tab. She downed the first beer rather quickly and while she waited on a second, the music began to appeal to her more and she started to relax. Still, she wasn't in the mood to dance. Kate took her beer and walked around the dance floor toward the pool tables. Maybe she could get in on a game.

All of the tables were full, most with groups of college boys and half dressed females. All, that is, except one. Kate leaned against the wall and watched as a little dyke with blond hair played alone with exacting precision. Kate studied her for a moment. She moved around the table like a lion stalking its prey; and when the balls did what she wanted, the girl grinned slightly. Kate walked over to the table and stood directly in the girl's line of sight, causing her to miss the shot. "May I join you?"

Dylan had lined up the perfect shot when a woman stood right in front of the pocket. The balls went too far to the left and the cue ball sank. Dylan started to yell before she could stop herself. "Hey! Thanks a lot lady! You ruined my sh----" When she looked up she nearly forgot why she was mad in the first place. Standing in front of her was a gorgeous woman with electric eyes and dark curly hair. Dylan slowly looked her up and down while starting to rack the balls. "You break." Dylan lined up the cue ball and handed the woman the pool stick.

Kate nearly started to laugh when the girl started yelling but instead looked at her with amusement. She knew how to play pool...but the girl in front of her didn't know that. She took the pool stick and walked around the table. "My name is Kate." She brushed against the girl slightly. "Nice to meet you--"

"Dylan." She cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink. Dylan studied the woman as she leaned over the pool table, aimed, and missed. She chuckled softly to herself. So this is the game you want to play, she thought. "Here," Dylan moved behind Kate after repositioning the cue ball. "Let me show you." Dylan wrapped her arms around Kate and positioned her hands on the pool stick. "Now lean over." She pressed her body against Kate's and started to line up the shot. "Aim straight." Dylan pulled back on the pool stick. "And...shoot." She hit the ball right on the nose, sending the others scattering across the table. She lingered for a moment before standing upright again.

Kate played along with Dylan's instruction giving no indication that she knew what she was doing. When Dylan's arms came around her she pressed into her body and took a surprised breath when Dylan's hips met her backside. The bulge she felt against her made Kate forget, only for a moment, what she was doing. As quickly as it began, the shot was over and Dylan was standing further away than Kate would have liked. Kate ran her hand up and down the pool stick slowly, looking Dylan in the eyes. "Seems easy enough." Kate leaned over the table again and sank two balls with ease.

Dylan groaned and shook her head. This woman meant business. "So you've proven that you can play pool...what else is it that you do well, Kate?" Dylan said, grinning.

"I'm a lawyer." Kate continued with her game, sinking ball after ball until only the stripes and the 8 ball were left. She looked Dylan straight in the eye as she sunk the 8 ball in the corner pocket. "And I always get what I want." Kate walked around the table and stood in front of Dylan. The air between them was electric. Kate ran her hand down Dylan's chest and stomach with the intention to move lower and then her four boisterous friends walked up. Kate turned quickly to face them, her body molded against Dylan's. She was an inch or so shorter than Dylan and petite in build. Still, there was nothing petite in her personality. Kate pressed her hips back against Dylan's cock while Dylan groaned softly in her ear.

"Who is this you're hiding with, Kate?" a tall red head asked. The other three just looked at Kate with smirks on their faces.

Kate rolled her eyes at them. "And you act as if I'm the rude one..." she trailed off as Dylan's hands rested on her hips, moving them slowly to the beat of the music. "Dylan. These are my friends." Kate shot them all a 'go to hell' look.

Dylan squeezed Kate's hips gently. She didn't care who the other women were but introduced herself to be polite. "We were just going to dance. You're all welcome to join if you'd like." She didn't mean a word of the invitation. Kate was grinding back against her cock in an excruciating rhythm. The material of her skirt was thin and did little to hide the feel of her ass and thighs. The friends faded from existence as they walked to the dance floor.

Kate's friends watched in amazement as she walked away. They all ordered drinks and sat down at a high table to watch the couple. If that was what it took to get Kate laid, they were satisfied with their accomplishment of getting her to the club. They hadn't seen Kate that interested in another person in months. They let out a collective sigh and sipped their drinks. At least one of them would get lucky.

On the dance floor, Kate and Dylan were in a world apart from everyone else. Kate felt the music pulsing in her veins and each time Dylan touched her, she mentally urged her hands to do more. Dylan's breath on her neck and just knowing she was packing had Kate ready to explode. When the song ended Kate took Dylan by the hand and, to the surprise of her nosy friends, led her to the bathroom.

As soon as the door was locked, their lips met in a kiss. It was rough, bruising, possessive. Kate pulled Dylan's head down to meet hers. Lips parted, tongues touched and both women were reeling with excitement. Dylan pinned Kate against the wall and began unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while the other explored the newly exposed skin inch by excruciating inch. With her right hand, Dylan cupped and squeezed Kate's breasts. Kate moaned into the kiss and arched her back toward Dylan's hand. Deftly, Kate unfastened Dylan's belt and jeans and soon had her hand down Dylan's boxers. She wrapped her hand around Dylan's cock and started pumping it up and down. The pressure it created against Dylan's clit made her moan into Kate's ear.

Before Kate pushed Dylan' pants down, Dylan pulled a condom from her pocket. Kate took the condom, opened it with her teeth and slipped it into her mouth. She sank slowly to her knees and freed Dylan's cock from her boxers. Keeping eye contact, Kate flicked her tongue over the head then circled it slowly. She wrapped her right hand around the shaft and slowly began pumping it as she sucked the head into her mouth. Dylan groaned loudly and tangled her right hand into Kate's hair. Her hips bucked as Kate teased and sucked her cock. Kate began to moan softly along with Dylan while she played with herself. The sound only turned Dylan on more and she began to slowly fuck Kate's mouth, tightening her grip on her hair.

Just when Dylan was about to burst, Kate slipped the condom on using her mouth. Dylan pulled Kate to her feet and picked her up, pressing her back against the wall. She moved Kate's panties aside and thrust her cock into her pussy with one fluid motion. Kate's hips bucked toward Dylan in reply and she stifled a moan into Dylan's shoulder. Dylan fucked Kate hard and fast until her body began to shake. Kate's nails dug into Dylan's back and she wrapped her legs hard around Dylan's waist.

Kate's body shuddered as her orgasm started. Her cries and moans triggered Dylan to cum hard, burying her face against Kate's neck. Kate rode through the first orgasm and immediately exploded into another when she heard Dylan cry out into her ear. "Oh yeah, fuck me baby..." she moaned, urging Dylan on. "Fuck my pussy with your big cock, make me cum again." Dylan braced herself against the wall and fucked Kate with a renewed energy, slamming her hard against the wall. She felt Kate shudder again and bite her neck to stifle a scream. She slowed her thrusts to a stop as Kate's body relaxed. They both remained there, panting for a moment before Dylan moved, allowing Kate to stand.

"Well...did you get what you wanted?" Dylan asked with a grin as she slipped the condom off and pulled up her pants.

Kate laughed and kissed Dylan on the lips. "I always do."

Surprise

Ashley was standing in the hallway when Kris opened the door. The look in Kris' eyes was unmistakably predatory. She closed the door and pushed Ashley hard against the wall, pressing her body tight against Ashley's. She purred in Ashley's ear, "Honey, I'm home..." and instantly claimed her mouth in a kiss. This was not just a 'hi, how are you?' kiss. It was rough. It was possessive. Kris took Ashley's wrists and held them above her head with one hand while they kissed. The other hand was free to roam and began to tease Ashley relentlessly. Kris' hips were grinding into Ashley's and her hand was cupping Ashley's breast, flicking against her nipple with her thumb. Ashley moaned into the kiss and arched her hips toward Kris. This elicited a growl from Kris. She wanted Ashley now more than ever.

Both women's pulses quickened with their breathing. Kisses turned to nibbles when Ashley moved from Kris' mouth down to her neck. Quickly, she bit down hard on the soft flesh of Kris' neck causing Kris' whole body to jerk and a deep moan to escape her lips. She let Ashley's hands fall and began walking her backwards toward the couch. As their feet made steps through the room the girls began undressing each other--one shirt off, then pants..a sock here...bra over there. The two were insatiable. Once they reached the couch, Ashley pushed Kris down on the cushions and tugged off the last remnants of her clothing.

The touch of skin on skin was hot. Ashley straddled Kris' hips and began grinding down against her. Kris' face flushed and her hips bucked hard against Ashley's. She grabbed Ashley's hips pulling her closer while her mouth sought out Ashley's. When their lips met again, their bodies were on fire. The kiss was as rough and demanding as Ashley's hips against Kris'. Kris's body and her mind wanted the same thing, but had two different ideas about how to get there. She sat up on the couch, pushing Ashley backwards and ended the kiss. Reluctantly she rose to her feet and took Ashley by the hand, pulling her up. Without a word, she walked down the hall toward the bedroom, lightening flashing in her eyes.

In the bedroom, Kris pushed Ashley roughly on the bed and crawled on top of her. She reached in the bedside drawer and pulled out four lengths of rope. She began at Ashley's left hand and tied it to the bedpost. She repeated the gesture on her other hand and each foot. Once Ashley was securely tied, Kris slid up to her right side, grinning devilishly. "Comfortable?" she asked. Ashley didn't make a sound. With her right index finger, Kris slowly circled Ashley's nipples, teasing but never touching them. She traced a slow, swirling line from one nipple to the other, down between her breasts and to her belly button, hovering just a bit lower and then trailing back upward ending with a sharp flick of her nipple. Ashley groaned and pulled at her restraints. Kris smiled letting her hand trail back down below Ashley's belly button.

There, she teased and tickled, moving closer and closer to Ashley's dripping pussy. Kris' fingers lightly brushed Ashley's inner thigh, circled upward for a moment then back to the other thigh. Goosebumps covered Ashley's body as she fought to attain more contact with Kris' roaming fingers. Just as Ashley closed her eyes, Kris slowly ran one finger over her pussy, slipping to barely brush against her clit. The result was a full body spasm. Ashley pulled harder against the ropes and tried to arch her hips. Kris kept eye contact with her, smiling the entire time. Ashley craned her neck wanting Kris to kiss her, to hold her, just to be closer to her. Instead of kissing her, Kris leaned down and flicked Ashley's nipple with her tongue at the same time her finger brushed Ashley's clit again.

In a surprise move, Kris blindfolded Ashley with a scarf from the same drawer she'd gotten the rope from. After the scarf was tied around Ashley's head, Kris kissed her softly as she slid off the bed. Ashley was left alone on the bed not knowing what would happen next. Ashley heard a rustling on the other side of the room and then felt Kris on the bed again. She loosened the ties on her ankles so her knees could be bent and then tied them again, locking her in that position. From her left ankle, Kris began kissing up her leg, licking and teasing her skin. Ashley moaned and squirmed more and more the closer Kris got to her pussy. Kris lingered just above Ashley's knee before moving to her inner thighs. She moved slower there and finally stopped between her legs, sliding her tongue slowly up Ashley's pussy, dipping in and circling around her clit slow at first, but then faster with sharper flicks of her tongue. She felt Ashley's body begin to shake and her muscles tense. That was her cue to stop.

Kris kissed over to her other thigh and back down more slowly than she'd kissed up the other leg but she kept her hand placed softly against Ashley's pussy. Her hips ground up and down trying to increase the pressure but Kris' hand remained still. She kissed back up Ashley's legs, alternating from one to the other, over her hips and then to her stomach. She kept her body up away from Ashley's which caused her to groan and squirm even more. Ashley wanted to feel Kris' body against hers. While Kris kissed between Ashley's breasts. she knelt between her legs. Ashley gasped when she realized why Kris had gotten off the bed. Kris was wearing the strap on.
Kris teased Ashley by pressing her hips against hers, then moving away again all while she kissed and sucked on her nipples. Kris kissed up to Ashley's collar bone and then to her neck and whispered, "I want to fuck you til you scream." Ashley answered with a groan and a shudder. Kris wanted to take her right then, but she resisted the urge. She kept teasing. She'd push her hips closer to Ashley's each time letting her feel the strap on, trying to make her beg for it. Ashley whimpered softly and pulled harder at her restraints. Kris only smiled and kissed down her neck, whispering against her skin, "Beg for it."

Ashley wasn't sure what to say or do. She managed a whispered, "Please..." but that made Kris stop altogether. So she tried again, "Please fuck me." Kris' hips pushed against hers and she entered her but only for a brief second. Ashley heard Kris laugh softly. Becoming more and more frustrated she demanded, "Fuck me, bitch!" She heard Kris gasp and felt her shudder softly. And then Kris pushed her cock deep inside her. She started off slow. always pausing before pushing back in. Ashley's hips matched every thrust she made and her moans and cries were music to Kris' ears. As Ashley's moans intensified and her body began to tense, Kris sped up, going deeper with each thrust, grinding her hips against Ashley's before pulling out and doing it all over again. Soon, Ashley's body began to shake and Kris stopped again. She kissed Ashley and grinned. She was answered with a growl from Ashley.

Kris kissed from Ashley's lips down to her neck then quickly slammed her cock into Ashley. She gasped and squeezed her thighs together, urging Kris to do it again. Kris began fucking her harder but with slow strokes. Ashley was on the edge and Kris was keeping her there, teetering. She sped up and with one final thrust, Ashley threw her head back as wave after wave of pleasure hit. Kris never stopped, never slowed her movements. Ashley slowly came down but quickly came again. Each time she'd come her moans got louder, her body shook more. The pressure of the strap on had Kris on the edge, too. She reached up and pulled the blindfold off Ashley's eyes. She looked deep into them, pleading for her to tell her to come. She enjoyed teasing Ashley but there were times when she needed Ashley to take over.

Finally Ashley whispered in Kris' ear, "Come, slut." Kris's hips bucked and her muscles began to spasm. She felt Ashley coming with her while she rode out the feeling. Exhausted, the two collapsed together on the bed. Kris reached and untied Ashley's hands and slowly pulled out of her to snuggle up against her, walking her fingers around Ashley's stomach.

After a few moments she giggled and asked, "Wanna go again?"

A Deal with the Devil

Day day seemed to last forever. Ella was hungry, she couldn't sleep. She needed out, to feel the night air on her face. She still had 2 hours to go. She pouted and sunk down in the chair she'd been sitting in. Blankly, she stared at a computer screen with various blips and places marked. Each blip on the screen represented an allied vampire. There were only about 10 of them out there. She looked over to Jackson and smiled, remembering the time that the coven had been united, the most powerful in the world. And then Lukas came along. Within two years of being Sired by Jackson, he organized all the younglings. They staged a coup and overthrew the elders in command. They burned the mansion to the ground. And in mere hours, the coven had fallen apart. Most had died in the fire. Those who remained, were split between Lukas and Jackson. It had been one year since that night. They hadn't seen or heard from Lukas or his coven. Ella wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or something bad. She drummed her fingernails on the desk and looked at Jackson.

"I've got to get out of here...soon," she said, leaning up and resting her elbow on the desk. Her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders and a few rogue strands fell into her face. Absentmindedly, she brushed her hair behind her ear and propped her head on one hand. "Aren't you going stir crazy, too, Jackson?"

Jackson had a serious look about him. The coup had changed him. He said in a monotonous tone, not looking away from his computer screen. "I'm fine. Sunset is just two more hours away. Be patient, Ella." He typed in a few commands on the keyboard and in an instant his face lit up. His whole body seemed to come alive. "There she is, Ella. Ari is in the city." He started drumming his fingers on the desk. "2 more hours?"

Ella laughed and said, in a mocking tone, "Be patient, Jackson." She opened up an internet window and typed in the address to a chat board. She had to find out where the parties would be and if the current location had been found out yet. In a few seconds, she was chatting away with a "candy kid." A teenager who'd been skipping from rave to rave, just as Ella had been. In mere moments, she had the locations of three separate parties, all within a 3 mile radius. "The cops will be busy tonight..." she mumbled as she logged off the chat board.

The music inside the warehouse was loud, pulsing through the massive speakers lining the walls. Lights of every color, accented by strobe effects flashed all around the room. The warehouse was anything but dark. That's what Ella liked about raves. Clubs were always dark, she couldn't see people, only blood. It distracted her. the warehouse, usually dark and dank, was alive and crawling with teenagers and people in their twenties. It was crawling with women--that's what Ella liked the most. The sun was already up, but the candy kids kept partying. Some were just arriving. The dealers were moving through the crowd swiftly, selling their wares. Some of the kids were sleeping on couches and in corners, propped against each other. How they were sleeping, Ella didn’t know. She moved through the crowd like a cat, weaving in and out of groups of teenagers. She’d been there since about 2 am, looking for fun, food, and sex.

On the outside, she looked 22 with long black hair and pretty brown eyes. Her smile suggested innocence, but her eyes stated otherwise. On this particular morning, she was dressed to fit in with the candy kids. She had a glow necklace and neon plastic bracelets lined up her arms. Her white tank top was glowing under the black lights and the reflective strips on her pants were glowing as well. She had her hair pulled back with silver and purple streaks in it. The only make-up she wore was glitter on her eyelids and cheeks. Everyone packed in the building was sweating, that was the only thing Ella couldn’t do. She knew no one noticed though, they were too busy getting high and dancing.

At the edge of the crowd she spotted her, the perfect meal. She had blond hair, sprayed bright pink. Her tight purple fishnet tank top melded to her body and her white bra was glowing beneath it. Instead of parachute pants like most of the other kids, she wore low rise jeans with strategically placed holes. Ella could see just a glimpse of the girl’s white bikinis. She licked her lips and watched the girl for a few moments, fantasizing about what kind of trouble the two of them could get into. She felt a familiar twinge between her legs with the girl caught her eye and slowly licked her lips, giving Ella a glimpse of her tongue ring. The girl reminded her of someone from her youth. She tilted her head to the side and continued to look the girl over. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. The girl reminded her of Sylvia. Her facial features and the shape of her body were unmistakably Sylvia.

Ella had always preferred women, even when she was human. Her small village shunned her behavior; so did her family. When she was of age, she moved from that small village on the sea to London where she found many women with similar interests. Her first victim had been the love of her life. Ella was 22, she was out at a pub with some friends. As usual, man after man approached her and she turned them down politely. One man in particular was adamant. He followed her to the restroom and pinned her against the wall. Even his voice sounded slimy as he pressed his body against hers and hissed in her ear, “You just need the right man to change your mind.” She’d heard that same line time and time again, but this man sounded more serious. His tone scared the wits out of Ella.

She tried to fight him off, to call for help, but no one heard her screams as he pushed her into the men’s room, forced her skirt up and violated her. At the height of his climax, he bit deep into Ella’s neck. Her screams had dissipated; all she could do was cry until everything went dark and she passed out. She woke up the next evening at home in her bed. Sylvia, her lover, was sitting there, wiping Ella’s forehead with a cool rag. Her eyes welled up with tears when Ella woke up.

Ella smiled and whispered, “It must have been a dream…” Sylvia’s expression changed and she shook her head. She began sobbing.

“I found you in the men’s room, bleeding and your dress was torn. I thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re okay, darling.” She leaned down and hugged Ella close to her. Soon, Ella figured out something wasn’t quite right. Sylvia smelled different; it wasn’t a pleasant smell. And the vein in her neck was pulsing. As Sylvia held Ella close and cried on her shoulder, Ella felt her canines protrude to sharp points just below her upper lip. Her brown eyes flashed black and she had an overwhelming urge to bite into Sylvia’s neck. She took a deep breath and bit deep into her skin. The blood of her lover surged through Ella’s veins, slowly Sylvia’s cries of pain turned to moans, her struggling stopped and her body went limp. Fearing retaliation, Ella dressed, packed some clothes, and left.

Ella snapped out of her reverie and focused on the situation at hand. The girl wasn't Sylvia. Sylvia was dead. She shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind. The candy girl was slowly making her way to where Ella was standing. Their eye contact never wavered. Ella's lips spread into a smile and in her eyes flashed a look of raw need...of hunger. The girl smoothly danced up to Ella and without saying a word, they began the slow dance of seduction. The girl pressed her back against Ella, grinding her hips back. Ella could feel the music pulsing through their bodies and see the blood in the girl’s veins. Instinctively, Ella’s hands went around the girl’s hips, pulling her closer. She nuzzled the girl’s neck, eliciting a soft purr. The girl reached back, tickling the back of Ella’s neck. They were lost in the feeling, everyone seemed to disappear. Ella whispered in the girl’s ear “Wanna go someplace private? I know a place..”

The girl answered softly, “I thought you’d never ask.” Ella took her hand and lead her through the crowd and into an old store room that had old couches and a couple of mattresses. Usually the room was full of kids, but this time it was empty. Ella propped a chair against the door to prevent anyone from disturbing them. Ella’s fangs protruded slightly and she licked her lips. The girl had no idea she’d just walked into a lioness’ den.

The dingy room was lit by a single naked light bulb that cast an eerie yellow glow over everything. Lightning flashed in Ella’s already electric blue eyes, sending a shiver down the spine of her victim. Letting in just enough light so that Ella could see, was a hole at the top of the wall. The flashing lights made Ella's eyes glow The girl laid back on a sofa and smiled seductively. Ella couldn’t decide whether she wanted sex first or breakfast. Again, she licked her lips, then joined the girl on the couch. She reached out, brushing the girl’s hair behind her ear and cooed, “You never told me your name, pretty one.” Her smile was sweet, but behind that sweet smile, the killer in her grew restless.

The girl closed her eyes and leaned into Ella’s touch. Her bright green eyes gazed into Ella’s and she whispered, “Salinger, and yours?” She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, and grinned. In a bold move, she straddled Ella’s lap and gently ground her hips into Ella’s. Salinger was rewarded with a groan from Ella and a return of pressure against her own hips. She tangled her fingers in Ella’s long hair, waiting for her answer. Ella returned her touch by gently dragging her fingernail from Salinger’s collar bone down between her small, perky breasts. The sharpness of her nail ripped the tank top causing Salinger to gasp.

Ella chuckled softly and purred, “Ella,” then leaned forward, capturing Salinger’s pouty lips in a kiss. She bit down gently on Salinger’s lower lip, eliciting a soft moan. Salinger’s tongue greeted Ella’s softly, tentatively. All her boldness from the previous moment had melted away with the first touch of Ella’s fingernail on her pale skin. Salinger lightly grazed Ella’s tongue with her tongue ring, causing Ella to growl and grip her hips. One of Ella’s fangs lightly nipped Salinger’s lower lip. She jumped and Ella broke the kiss. “Sorry, love,” she purred in her soft English accent, “Didn’t mean to bite you…” she added with a devious grin.

In one swift movement Ella tore the tank top from Salinger’s body. With one hand, she unfastened her bra while the other hand tangled in Salinger’s hair. Ella kissed along her jaw line and down to her neck, pausing at the carotid artery for a few seconds, letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin before continuing down to her collar bone. Each time Ella’s teeth grazed Salinger’s skin, Salinger moaned and ground her hips into Ella’s. Ella let her hand slide down Salinger’s body slowly, teasing the girl. Her body arched upward against Ella’s as she slid her hand to the waist of Salinger's pants. She continued her relentless teasing, dipping just under the denim to touch soft skin, and withdrawing. With her eyes locked on Salinger's, Ella unfastened her jeans the slowly unzipped them.

In one smooth movement, Ella laid Salinger on the couch and began kissing downward from her collarbone. Taking her time, she nibbled and licked down to her breasts, her hands still working their magic down below. She slid the tight denim down and off Salinger's hips. Not losing contact with her body, Ella kissed down between her breasts and to her stomach as she pushed the jeans slowly down Salinger's legs and finally threw them in the floor. Salinger arched her hips, urging Ella's head down further. Ella looked up, grinning playfully and then slowly ran the tip of her tongue over the fabric of Salinger's wet white bikinis. Ella was rewarded with a gasp and a tug on her hair. She growled against Salinger, wanting to give in and take her...but teasing was always more fun.

Reluctantly Ella moved upward to Salinger's stomach, savoring the feel of her warm skin and her quickening pulse beneath her lips. Loud from the other room, she could hear the music pulsing, throbbing through the bodies of each and every human, and from each cell in Salinger's body. Ella kissed and nibbled Salinger's soft flesh, resisting the urge to bite down, to draw blood. With one hand grinding, rubbing Salinger's mound through her panties, Ella looked up into the girl's eyes. There, she saw a hunger that matched her own. She kissed her way back up to Salinger's neck and growled softly, causing the girl to shiver. Then, swiftly, Ella moved Salinger's panties aside and plunged her fingers into Salinger's warm, wet center. With a gasp, Salinger arched her hips and began to grind up against Ella's hand. Ella probed further, first with one, then two fingers, buried deep inside Salinger.

The girl began to come quickly, much too fast for Ella's liking, but she was too hungry to continue to tease her. Salinger's body began to shake and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. Ella could smell the blood in her veins, hear her heartbeat and the throb of her pulse. With each passing second it quickened and Ella slowly released the beast within. At the height of Salinger's release, Ella bit down into the carotid artery in her neck. Salinger's body began to spasm and shake even harder. She let out a piercing scream that no one but Ella heard. Moments later, Ella sat back with a smile. "Such a pretty corpse..." She licked the blood from her lips and kissed Salinger one last time. Then she went off, looking for another fix.

Viens Pour Moi

"Don't come," she growled low into my ear. "Don't you dare come, you fucking whore."

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Baby knew exactly what she was doing to me--driving me insane. As soon as I walked in the door she was there waiting for me. She was sitting, naked, in an overstuffed chair with her left leg draped over one of it's arms, playing with herself. Seeing her fingers dip in and out of her pussy caused my knees to go weak. She noticed the effect and, with a smirk, said, "On your knees, bitch. Crawl to me." Without a word I fell to my knees and crawled across the carpeted room. It seemed to take days. I never took my eyes off of her; I couldn't. Finally, reaching my destination, I tried to move between her legs but a stern look made me stop dead in my tracks. We locked eyes as I sat back on my heels. "You may look, not touch," she said calmly.

Her fingers never faltered. While she was commanding me, her ministrations became more frantic. My watching was making her hot; still, she had complete control over the situation. Her eyes never left mine. She had two fingers buried deep in her cunt and her thumb was rubbing in quick circles over her clit. Her hips moved methodically up and down of the seat of the chair as she fucked herself. The whole scene seemed to be affecting me more than her. I wanted to be the one fucking her. I wanted to taste her, to feel her cum in my mouth and all over my hand. I wanted it so bad I began to squirm. Instinctively, my hand moved between my legs. Seeing it, she said, "Who said you could touch yourself?" Frustrated, I moved my hand and bit my lower lip.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body began to shake. She began to fuck herself harder, faster, forgetting I was even in the room. I didn't matter to her at that moment--or so I thought. Just as her body began to convulse, she whispered, "Turn around, you little slut." As soon as my back was turned she came. I heard her breath ragged and fast, her moans echoed throughout the room and crescendoed into a scream that caused me to shudder with delight. It seemed to last forever. She kept moaning, kept shaking, kept coming. Slowly, she came down from it. Her screams and cries turned into soft moans and purrs of satisfaction. Still, I couldn't believe she'd denied me the pleasure of seeing her come...but my panties were all the more wet for it.

Then she was right behind me, whispering in my ear. "Come, slut." I hadn't heard her move out of the chair. She still hadn't touched me. My body exploded in a whirlwind of sensation. I fell back against her, shaking and moaning. My whole body was on fire and it only got more intense as the seconds passed. Faintly, I could hear her whispering, "That's it...come for me. Come you nasty little slut." Each word from her mouth caused a resounding shudder through my body. I was completely lost in the moment. When I began to come down, she growled in my ear, "Did I tell you to stop? Keep coming, bitch," and it started all over again. I had no sense of time or place. I was stuck in my head, lost in the feeling. I felt my body shaking, pleasure emanating from my pussy. I was nothing more than her little plaything.

Unable to say a word, I came down again. My entire body continued to shake. My moans turned into soft whimpers against her neck. She smiled down at me and captured my lips in a kiss that was fiery and intense. Any bit of exhaustion I felt immediately left my body as I shifted in her lap, trying to get closer to her. Her tongue was slowly fucking my mouth while she held me close, but far enough away to tease me. A soft moan escaped my lips and she ended the kiss. She stood and began walking toward the bedroom. Before I could stand she turned back to me and with a look that froze me in my tracks, she growled, "Crawl, bitch."

My legs turned to jelly but somehow I managed to crawl behind her into the bedroom. Once inside she pointed to the bed. Obediently, I sat on the bed and moved to the middle of it. She smiled and held up her hand, dangling four pieces of rope. First, she straddled my hips and tugged my shirt off over my head. My bra soon followed. She shifted and bent over, her breasts dangling right above my mouth, and tied my hands tightly to the bed. I groaned in anticipation and she grinned, moving slowly down my body. Her fingers walked down between my breasts, down my stomach and finally to the waist of my jeans. She slowly unfastened them and slid the rough denim and my panties down over my hips. Then, she tied my ankles.

I was completely immobilized. I wanted to touch her so bad I could scream. My arms were tied so tight, I couldn't even raise my head. Soon, she was on the bed again, this time straddling my chest. I could feel her warmth on me. I pulled at my bindings with no luck. She looked down at me and licked her lips. As her tongue traced her lips, she traced mine with her index finger, pulling it away all too soon. With the same finger, she traced the lips of her pussy, then offered it to me again to lick clean. Finally she moved again, her knees on either side of my head. Her pussy was inches from my face. She'd lower herself to my tongue, then raise up again. A growl from me caused her to laugh. "Why do you think you deserve this?" she asked, lowing herself again for a brief second. I couldn't think of a reason. The only thought in my mind was how bad I wanted it.

She continued to tease me and the only word that would come to my mouth was, "Please." Even before the last of the word came from my lips, she lowered herself onto my face. Roughly, she ground her hips against my face, riding me, using my tongue to fuck herself. Without warning, she came again, squirting all over my face. Before I could protest, she was gone, across the room. She came back wearing a bright pink strap-on. She knelt between my legs and with one quick thrust, slammed her cock into me. She started fucking me hard and fast. Each rough thrust slammed her hips against mine. My back arched against the restraints. Each thrust lifted me off the bed. I could feel myself slipping away again and she grabbed my hair. "Don't come you fucking whore." I screamed as I felt her body begin to shake again. A few more thrusts and it was over. She withdrew her cock from me. I lay on the bed panting, fighting my restraints.

She moved to the head of the bed again, this time when she straddled my face, she forced her cock into my mouth. She gripped my hair hard, brutally fucking my mouth. Each thrust of her hips made my body shake more. She twisted my hair in her hands and growled, "I mean it, bitch. You better not come." All I could do was whimper and look her in the eyes as she fucked me. With one final thrust she said, "Come for me, bitch." When my body responded to her command, she sat next to me on the bed and watched. I arched and bucked against the ropes, screaming as I came for her over and over again.

Je t'aime

Her eyes are chestnut brown and they shine whenever I enter the room. Her entire face lights up into this brilliant smile and then her arms encircle me, our bodies press together so close I can feel her heart beat with mine. Collectively we let out a sigh of relief and of complete happiness. No words need be spoken. Our hands, eyes, and hearts do the speaking for us. Each soft kiss, each caress says "I love you. I missed you." with more emotion than any words ever spoken could. Sometimes when I'm near her, I'm afraid my heart will explode with joy. I've never needed a person as much as I need her, my little Giggle Bunny.

The top of her head comes to my shoulder when we hug. She wraps her arms around my waist and it seems as though she's holding on, afraid to let go because I may disappear. Her golden hair falls in ringlets around her face, if the light hits it right, it shines like a halo. She's my angel, my everything. Slowly our soft kisses and caresses seem more urgent, like we can't get enough of each other. The journey from doorway to bedside is slow. We stop every few feet to kiss again and to look at each other. It's like we're in a dream. (Please don't pinch me, I couldn't bear to wake up.) Nothing exists in the world at that moment but the two of us.

In bed, our bodies entwine and meld together. We're no longer two separate beings, but two halves that form a whole. We move together in a delicate dance, nervously shedding articles of clothing one by one. Skin touches skin and our bodies meld together. Each kiss elicits a soft moan or sigh, and as our fingers find even softer places to touch and to tease, pressure builds inside us. Our movements become more frantic, out of sync. My fingers venture between her legs, searching for and finding heaven on earth. Slowly I explore the most intimate of places, coaxing her, bringing her to the edge ecstasy. As she begins to tumble over, she whispers in my ear, "Cum for me." and I join her in Nirvana. Against my neck, she muffles a scream as our bodies tremble and shake together, lost in a sea of oblivion.

Slowly, as the quakes subside, our eyes open and lock on each other. We kiss. It's the most intimate, soft, perfect kiss imaginable. Both our bodies are still trembling; I never want to let her go. Almost inaudibly she whispers in my ear, "Je t'aime."

And with tears of joy in my eyes, I whisper, "Me too."

She Paints Me Blue

"Please don't think that this is easy." Her hair fell over her eyes, shielding them from my teary eyed gaze. As I struggled to find the words to make her to stay, she sighed and took a long drink of her latte. She was such a caffeine addict.

A single tear fell from my cheek and into my tea. I watched as the salty clear liquid mixed with the sugary sweetness in my tea cup and swirled into the darkness, much like our relationship had been doing for some time. Unable to look at her, I whispered, mostly to myself, "I love you.." and instinctively, my hand found hers. That familiar touch of my skin on hers seemed so cold. She didn't even notice that my heart had stopped beating.

With a sigh, she said "Baby, please don't cry. You know it breaks my heart to see your eyes like that." She reached out to me and with her fingertips, tilted my face toward hers. Her dark eyes locked on mine and for a split second I saw something in them, something that had been missing for so long. As if a light had been turned on, she noticed my hand was touching hers and she curled her slender fingers around mine. Our hands always did fit together so perfectly. Before I knew it, she was walking out the door. She'd forgotten her latte, it was only half gone. How unlike her. For a fleeting second, I considered taking it out to her as she hailed a cab, but when she didn't look back before opening the dented car door, I reconsidered and began to stare at the lipstick mark on the rim of the cup. In a daze, I touched the pink imprint of her lips, trying to remember how it felt when she'd kiss my fingers. When I couldn't remember, I stood and walked out of the coffee shop and down the street to mourn in the privacy of my own apartment. Four years is such a long time to end so abruptly.

Every person I passed on the street seemed to be in another world apart from my own. The afternoon sun bore down on my back, but inside I was freezing. Inside it was raining cats and dogs, I swear it was the storm of the century. Four blocks down from the coffee shop, I realized that I had been running. I stopped, completely out of breath, and sat down on some steps. It wasn't until it was too late that I realized where I was. Her apartment building. With my hands in my pockets, I looked up to her window, hoping to see her shadow on the drapes. I don't know how long I stood there.

The next time I looked up, the sun was setting and she was getting out of a cab. I tried to walk away before she saw me, but I didn't have the energy to run again. She touched the small of my back. I was alive again, or at least I thought I was. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" She took me by the shoulders and turned me around. This time I avoided her gaze. I reached up to wipe my eyes only to find that I hadn't been crying. Her hands were still on my arms, that simple touch seemed so suffocating all of a sudden. "I..." I didn't know how to explain being there. My apartment was 10 blocks away. I spoke in scattered sentences. "I didn't feel like cooking tonight. I'm just on my way to get dinner. I was just in the neighborhood. I need to get to the newsstand over there before it closes..." The cab driver cut me off.

"Lady, you gonna pay me or what?" He was about to get out of the cab. How long had we been standing there?

She looked at me for a few seconds more and then moved away and handed the cabbie a $20. I took the chance to get away. When she turned back around I was gone, ducked into a doorway, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I watched as she looked around for me, the look on her face was frantic. She called my cell three times before giving up and walking inside. I stepped out of the doorway just in time to see the light come on in her bedroom. Even her silhouette was gorgeous.

Good Girl: Chapter One

"Get down on your knees. Crawl to me. Don't speak." My eyes are locked on her as she follows my orders, no questions asked. I still get nervous at the beginning of each scene. I still feel a chill down my spine when she says "yes Mistress," in that soft, sweet voice of hers. She's half-way across the room and she looks up at me. In her pale blue eyes I see my reason for being. With just a quick glance up, she says so many things. I am a truly lucky woman. "Wait. Stop there. Up on your heels."

I take a deep breath. There are butterflies in my stomach but I am in control. The few seconds it takes to walk the four or feet from the bed to her feel like an eternity. I'm sure she feels the same way crawling toward me. "Look into my eyes, girl." Our eyes connect. I see stars. Softly, I smile down at her--my girl, my love, my everything. I reach down with fingers trembling and gently caress her cheek. She sighs softly and her eyes close. With one finger I slowly trace her lips. We're in a rhythm now. She opens her mouth, willingly accepting my finger, sucking it; her eyes are locked on mine.

I pull my hand away and my finger slips from her mouth with a "pop." I slowly slide my hand to the back of her head; my fingers tangle in her light brown hair. I am in control. Time stands still. Tilting her head back with a gentle tug of her hair, I lean down and softly kiss her waiting mouth. She wants to touch me--to wrap her arms around me. As much as I want to let her, now is not the time. With the end of our kiss, I feel her body relax. I let go of her hair and walk behind her. "On all fours."

Her ass really is perfect. Her skin is so smooth, so flawless. As beautiful as it is now, it's even more beautiful when it's bright red. I scrape my nails down her back with excruciating slowness--all the way down over her ass. She arches and groans as I lovingly caress her skin. "Count." I draw my hand back and with a resounding "SMACK" it connects.

She draws in a sharp breath and softly exhales, "One, Mistress. May I have another?"

She's such a good girl. SMACK! She tenses up. "Two, Mistress. May I have another?"

I'm in my element. SMACK! She whimpers, "Three Mistress-" before she can finish the sentence I surprise her with three rapid blows. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She fights a scream. We really mustn't wake the neighbors. These apartment walls are much too thin.

Panting, she says, "Thank You Mistress." Her ass is a nice shade of bright pink. A sheen of sweat is covering her body. The need to stop everything and take her right here on the floor is overwhelming. I can sense her need too. I can smell it. I reach down and teasingly run a finger along her pussy--so wet, so warm. She wants me. She needs me. Easily my fingers slides past her outer lips and into her warm center. A soft moan escapes her lips as she presses her hips down on my hand. "Such a wanton slave, I have..." Slowly I bring my glistening finger to my lips and taste her. "Mmmm you're delicious, pet."

"Thank You Mistress." she wimpers. She beginning to squirm now. She's growing restless. Quickly I pull a leather flogger from a hook on the wall and smack her ass with it, reaffirming my control. "Do you want more, slave?" I tease her with the straps of leather, caressing her burning skin with the tips of the flogger. As she begins to answer I respond with a sharp SMACK of my palm against her bare ass.

"Yes Mistress, please..." She's quivering at my feet. My last blow surprised her and she fell forward on her elbows. She looks so good this way--ass in the air, presented for me.

"Beg for it, girl. Make me think you want it more than anything in the world." Shes slipping now--going to that place inside her head. Her voice sounds distant but still filled with need. She really is mine now. How easy it would be to do whatever I want...This power is intoxicating.

"Please Mistress, again..." her voice trails off as I draw back my hand, "with a crop this time, Ma'am. Push me harder Mistress, I need it...I need You." She's whimpering, still squirming, but drifting deeper and deeper inside her head to a place where only she and I exist. I exchange the leather flogger for a stiff riding crop, one she presented to me on my birthday. It's always been her favorite.

With a flick of my wrist I snap the end of the crop against the small of her back. In almost a whisper she says, "Thank You Mistress..." Again I bring the crop down on her, the shaft leaving a bright red mark across her ass. She's completely silent now, save a few whimpers. She's in heaven. I raise my arm higher, this time flicking the end of the crop along the backs of her thighs. She starts whispering, begging, "Please Mistress, more...harder..." Three quick lashes across her thighs--SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her moans mixed with the snap of the crop are a symphony in my ears. This is the stuff life is made of.

Her whispered words are incoherent now. Still, she urges me on. I land the crop right across her ass. The red lines are beginning to blur into one mark. Again--SMACK! She rewards me with a moan. SMACK!--a muffled cry. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Finally she collapses on the floor from exhaustion, tears falling from her eyes. I let the crop fall to the floor as I bend down and pick her up. She's so weak, so vulnerable now. Carrying her to the bed, I whisper in her ear, "You're such a good girl. Mistress loves you, pet."