"Bite me."
"What?" I asked, mid-stroke.
"Bite me! Bite me on the neck!" Shawna gasped as I paused.
Well, not one to say no to a gorgeous woman that I'm fucking, I promptly obliged. I sank my rather nicely sharp teeth into Shawna's neck, barely breaking the skin. She immediately gasped and bucked underneath me as she orgasmed. Of course, this immediately brought me to a climax, and as I came inside of her I sucked and bit a little harder, making our mutual orgasm one of the best I've ever had.
Panting heavily, I rolled off of Shawna and reached for a cigarette.
"Damn, that was fucking intense!", Shawna remarked as I lit up.
This was the second time that I had fucked Shawna. We had met at a local "goth" club. She was totally decked out - black hair, eye liner, lipstick, clothes, the works. And I have to admit, her more than ample figure was a fantastic turn-on for me, too, after the diet of skinny chicks that I had been mindlessly screwing. This woman had places for me to hold onto. She didn't mind a little pain, either. She liked it rough and hard, and I was more than willing to meet her needs.
I finished my cig and lay on my side, looking at her. Damn, this was a FINE woman. I wondered if she realized how close she had come tonight. How close she had come to the end.
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Shawna took a last puff on her cigarette and put it out. She looked at the man lying next to her. God, what a hunk. He was gorgeous; dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes. She loved dark things. And when he bit her neck...GOD she wished at that moment that he was a real vampire, that he would really bite her. And...do...something. She didn't know what. But she felt it, inside of her, that she wanted...something. More.
She didn't know what she wanted to do now...did she want to sleep here, next to him? Snuggle up next to him, pass the night in his arms? Leave? What? She didn't want to appear that she was falling in love or anything. Best to keep things impersonal.
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I watched as she thought about what to do. I could tell that she didn't want to appear weak, needy. So I made the decision for her. Pulling her close, I lightly nibbled on her ear, and whispered, "Stay...I want you again...I want to make you scream this time..."
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John had made Shawna feel more alive than she had in a long time. But there was no doubt about it...she was just BEING. She wasn't even existing...she was alone, with no family, no friends, and no life ahead of her.
She had thought about suicide for quite some time. And she had been ready to do it, too, at least until she met John. But even though he made her feel more alive than anyone ever had, it wasn't enough. She wanted...something else...something that no one, not even he, could give to her.
No one could give her what she really wanted and needed, because they didn't exist. Not in any reality.
Or at least any that she knew of...
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We met again two nights later at the club. I had told her that I had a surprise for her, and I could feel the almost frightened anticipation emanating from her. I took her to my car and grabbed her by the hair, pulling out a small knife. Her breathing quickened and her eyes widened, but she didn't flinch. I caressed her neck and face with the tip of the knife as she looked me straight in the eyes. Her breathing became more raspy as I drew the knife further down her neck and chest. In the hollow of her neck, I pressed hard enough with the knife to draw blood, leaving two parallel lines. She let out a small moan as I moved my mouth toward the blood. As I licked and then sucked on the small wound left by the knife, I moved my hand to her pussy. She was extremely wet. I touched her clit and then began roughly finger fucking her. She came almost immediately.
I licked her juices from my fingers, watching her face the entire time. She was flushed and breathing heavily, wanting more, but I didn't want to take her there in the car. I wanted to take my time and have her in every way possible tonight. I turned away and started the car.
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