Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) (3 page)

"You move very fast, like a vampire. That's
cool. And the fangs. That’s a dead giveaway. What 's your
name?"

As my embarrassment returned, I covered my
face with my hand again, standing frozen as I watched him.

Taking in his appearance, I laced my tongue
around my fangs, letting the tip outline the length of the left,
then the right. They had come forth from their holding cavities in
the roof of my mouth, waiting for a blood feast. In some cosmic
joke, I had been given vampire fangs that were longer than I’d like
to mention at this time. However, I’m sure you’re now curious. Take
your index finger and thumb and hold them about an inch apart.
Casually move your fingers to rest in front of your mouth at about
the point where your eyetooth is on either side of your face. That
gives you an idea of how long they are. So technically my fangs
don’t drop really. They extend or flip out and I even think they
are scary. Adam? He had no idea who he had followed into the
alley.

“I’m not going to be able to do this,” I
muttered as he steadily advanced towards me.

"What are you up to exactly? Do you know who
I am, sweetheart?"

I laughed in my best low and seductive voice,
knowing he was the flirtatious type. This was not my defining
moment as a scary vampire, I instantly realized that.

"It's not at all close to Halloween and
you're wearing fangs. Is that some kind of fetish or are you
practicing for a part? Oh wait. Maybe you're a beautiful, yet weird
fan stalking me? It's bound to happen at least once. Sometime.
Someday. Even tonight would be interesting. I wouldn’t mind you
stalking me, love."

Despite his sassy charm he was hoping to sell
to me, I died laughing.

“Stalking fan, that’s it, Adam. I’m a
stalker. There we go.”

"So you do know who I am!" His white teeth
glistened as he gave me a wide self-assured grin in the dim
lighting. He leaned against the brickwall near me. His cherry red
t-shirt clinged to his chest and his dark jeans seemed to be fitted
around his muscular legs. It startled me when I realized Adam was
closer to my height of 5’8”. I didn’t have to look up at him. It
was a wonderful, yet easy fit. Even in the darkness, he was a
vision. Lisa had referred to Adam as ‘sex on a stick incarnate.’
And tonight I could definitely say it was a true statement.

Instantly images of paparazzi photos of him
flashed before my eyes. Lisa was in the habit of emailing or
texting me photos of him where fans had outlined his large package.
Did he really have as big a cock as she and others claimed? It made
a girl wonder, and there was only one way to find out.

The minute he was within my grasp, I snuggled
my face into his neck and held him in my arms. I stroked the fabric
of his shirt sleeve, feeling the tightness of his muscles. "I don’t
make a great stalker, do I?"

"The fangs help, but I don’t think I’m buying
you that book now." He moaned as I responded by slipping my hands
downwards along his waist, running one of my nails under his shirt
and around his belly button. Casually he stretched his long legs
before me.

"I want that book," I said. "I just thought
wearing fangs would certainly set me apart from the others in the
park, you know?" I continued to breathe slowly, making sure I
sounded cool and confident. “You noticed me, didn’t you?”

"Uh huh," he whispered. His breaths rapidly
hit the side of my neck as he leaned into me and I knew I'd come in
a heartbeat if he touched me down there. I was extremely wet.

Suddenly jerking away from me, I saw the
concern in his face. "You must think I'm awful. I don't normally do
this. Rush after people."

"But you fuck your fans in alleys?" I giggled
as I paused waiting to pop open the top button on his jeans.

A devilish smile crossed his face. "No, of
course not. I thought I was saving you. You looked upset when you
bolted out of there. Are you okay?"

"I'm much better now," I replied and unzipped
his jeans. His erection was busting at the seams and his cock
unceremoniously fell into my hands.
Oh my
, I thought. Lisa
and her friends’ theory was correct. Could I really do this?

"
The fuck you can't vampire. Snack on this
man now!
" the voice inside my head screamed at me.

Trying my best to ignore the voice, I focused
into Adam’s beautiful dark-brown eyes as I stroked him. I loved his
eyes. I watched hours upon hours of his television show, so I knew
every inch of him. Well almost every inch.

His long, thick rod was unbelievably smooth.
I was fascinated by the velvety coolness of his rigidness as I
stroked him.

When I heard him moan somewhat louder than he
should, I realized that I was failing at my job. Stroking wasn’t
going to cut it.

“I have a thing about teeth,” he whispered. A
long, loose curly bang fell along his temple.

“You don’t like them?”

“No, actually I do.”

Meow
, I thought. My kind of man.

It didn’t take long for me to blow Adam,
without letting my fangs join in on the fun. Using just my teeth, I
gently raked along the fullness of him and I could tell each time I
did, it brought him faster to coming. Oh he had a fetish alright,
for teeth no less. My fandom for Adam soared to new heights.

However, the minute his come slid down the
back of my throat, I knew I was in trouble. It was the smell of
him, the taste of his essence that sent me over the bloodlust
edge.

He smelled so good. Think of honey, almonds,
and salt. Something sweet, yet roasted to perfection. Adam always
reminded me of baked bread coming out of an oven, if I may say it
that way. Oh my god!

Okay maybe I do have more than one
confession.

Confession #2

I have a weakness for how some men smell,
and taste.

Quickly, I located a small dark corner of the
alley where we could have more privacy.

Adam rearranged himself, adjusted his
clothes, and zipped up his jeans.

“Hold on,” I replied. “This isn’t over.”

He laughed out loud, a light, seductive
chuckle I’ll never forget. “I better be getting back. We still have
to buy those books. Maybe another time.”

“Like Hell!” the voice inside my head and I
said at the same time. I added ‘darling’ to soften the blow because
I saw a glint of fear pass across his face.

“I’ve gotta try my fangs on you. My plastic
fangs. Besides I’ll be quick. I’m beyond wet for you now.” I
clamped down on his hand and led him to a structure made of wooden
slats and stacked boxes arranged against the brickwall of the alley
a few feet away from us.

“Well if you put it that way, plastic fangs
are rather nice.” He jumped up on the wooden structure and shifted
further away from me, so his back was against the wall. Immediately
he yanked off his t-shirt, balling it up and throwing it aside.

I inhaled deeply, steadying my breath and my
nerves. Don’t kill him, I thought.

“
But we can have a little taste
,” the
voice inside my head agreed.

As I hastily tossed my boots to one side and
peeled off my blue jeans, I realized Adam had been patiently
watching me the whole time. I also realized that he had been
pleasuring himself while he waited, so he’d be ready again for me.
His cock was as large as Lisa and her friends had thought. I could
attest to that now, if I ever gathered the courage to share with
her this story, a fact I readily realized I would not divulge.

His sizeable erection was sheer ecstasy and
quickly filled me up as I mounted him. Instantly my vampire fangs
elongated and fell over my lips as I rode him. I let my long, black
hair fall in my face to obscure their presence and sought refuge in
his neck again.

I kissed along the line of his collarbone
while he lifted my hips a few times up and down to continue our
rhythm.

“Can I bite you where it won’t show?”

“Please,” he grunted. “I don’t want a rumor
to get started that a vampire bit me,” he chuckled.

“Of course not. Or a weird fan either.”

“Whatever,” he groaned softly.

I inhaled slowly again, realizing I was close
to coming myself. I let my tongue and fangs trace the curve of his
neck to his outlying shoulder.

Adam wiggled some and shifted underneath
me.

Quickly I repositioned and straddled him
again, letting his cock thrust deeper into me still.
Absent-mindedly my brain registered the thought, “You’ll come
before you feed, goofball.”

I clicked my teeth in irritation and selected
a point of entry. It didn’t matter at all what my brain thought
because the moment my fangs sank into a small section of fleshy
muscle on the inside of Adam’s shoulder, I came. And he came
too.

I drank from him for several seconds, maybe a
minute or two being sure to not get carried away. My thighs
pulsated slower against his body as I felt our warm, tingling
essences of satisfaction race down the inside of my legs.

Confession #3

Here’s a third confession I can add.

In every woman’s past, there is one man who
will always be a first. That holds true for vampires too.

For me, it was Adam. He was the first human I
tasted, the first man who drove me to puppy-love confusion, and who
I’d never forget. Ever.

***

After Adam purchased our books, I bounced
along behind him out of the store like a bright-eyed puppy just
rescued from a puppy-mill. I had lost all forms of formality,
morality, and innocence. Even my vocabulary was gone. I could still
taste his come in my mouth, more importantly I could taste his
blood. I could feel the wet spot from our love in my panties. I
could smell the sweetness of our sex on my hands.

And here we were, delirious.

Here I was with this man, the fantasy man of
my dreams, the vampire I had known, yes through my internet
streams, before I became one. And I couldn't think of anything to
say. I didn't even want to speak. I wanted to admire his beauty. I
wanted to drift off into oblivion staring in his big brown-eyes,
casually exploring his body. I wanted to savor the smell of him. I
wanted to devour the taste of him again. I wanted to take him back
to that alley and fuck him like there was no tomorrow.

Yet quietly I walked alongside him, grinning
like an idiot, hanging on his every word, as people caught our gaze
and pointed. In response to their looks, I wanted to say, “
I
just fucked this man in the alley. Did you guys see? It was sheer
heaven! And he was my first! Oh yes, honey, I’m a vampire. Now back
the fuck off and stop eye-fucking my man, you slunt!
” (Slunt is
a word for a cunt/slut. Check
www.urbandictionary.com
if you don’t believe me.)

Then I heard another voice chuckle at my
insane, mental dialogue. An all too familiar voice that annoyed me
beyond belief especially on days like this. “
Oh my little
vampire, we are going to have a lovely time here.
”

Immediately I agreed with the voice inside my
head, who I later discovered was a blood god who had passed through
my demonic father’s blood to my own when he turned me into a
vampire. That story is for another day. Now you understand my
annoyance. I was no more aware of that fact than Adam was of his
current sexual exploit. He had thought that he had just fucked a
weird, stalking fan who also had plastic fangs in her possession.
He’d probably wise up when he discovered the extent of the ‘love
bite’ on his shoulder the next day. ‘V’ as in vampire, Adam. Not
‘w’ as in weird fan. (Although I have been called weird before. It
goes with the territory. But I digress.)

For now, my appetite for blood was certainly
satisfied and I was confident that he did not understand that I was
a vampire. Time would tell if he’d wise up. At some point, they
do.

As I was preoccupied with my new vow of
silence and rapid thoughts, it took me a moment to realize that
Adam had stopped on the street somewhere. I glanced back and saw
him standing by the entrance to a side street near the park leading
into Chinatown. "This is my stop."

"Oh, okay," I began, not knowing what else to
do. "Well thanks again. Have a good stay in the city." Then an idea
flashed across my mind. "If you need a tour guide, I could take you
to a few places. I've been hanging out about four months so I know
my way around the city."

He tousled his dark brown hair as was his
trademark way to do, shoving one hand full across his scalp and
yanking delicately on a handful of his curly hair. I wanted to
faint and die at his feet.

"
Good grief
," the voice inside my head
piped up. "
She's not letting this one get away.
"

"Are you alone?" He paused and glared at his
shoes, stamping a toe into the concrete. "I mean can you wait
around? We could grab a bite to eat. I have a few more scenes and
then I'm done for the night. We could go downtown to the Warf and
wander around."

"Sure, that would be nice. Oh..." Realizing I
had completely forgotten about Lisa, I added, "I have a friend with
me. Can she join us? I need to find her actually."

"Fine. Do you think she'll mind my crashing
the party?"

"I highly doubt it, Adam. She adores
you."

He nodded knowingly. "Another weird fan?"

I agreed, shaking my head and trying my best
to not grin like a Cheshire Cat again in front of him. Just seeing
him up close in the glow of the street lights made my whole face
and body want to ache.

A frown crossed his face. He pouted his lips
as he chewed the bottom one and arched an eyebrow at me.

"Is that not okay? What's wrong?"

“Thank you, by the way. That was
incredible.”

It took me a moment to understand what he
meant. Then as I saw his bright, sparkling teeth, I realized I was
blushing. A blushing vampire? Can you imagine?