The Vampire

The Twilight movies make me laugh.  Why would anyone get turned on by a cold body no matter how much his stare smoldered?  I always rooted for the werewolves.  Big, strong hairy beasts that you could scratch behind the ear or on the belly and when it came right down to doing it, doggy-style would be the order of the day and that is my favorite position.  Thinking about real-life vampires just wasn't a part of my sexual fantasies, and for good reason as I found out.

When I met Alex I didn't notice how pale he was, what I noticed was the look on his face.  He looked lost in a room full of friendly people.  I didn't hesitate to introduce myself.  Once I got him talking he was friendly and warm and swayed back and forth as we talked, almost as if he was dancing. Or like a cobra in front of a snake charmer.  It made me feel powerful.

I liked his deep voice and the way he kept moving - never standing still for one moment.  I found everything about him to be sexy and hypnotizing.  He asked me to go for a walk with him so we could be away from the party and  I thought nothing of it.  I took his large hand and we left.

He was much bigger than me and yet I didn't notice our size difference.  There was something in the way he chatted and danced about that made me feel very relaxed.  We talked for hours about the world, the way it has changed over the years and he revealed that he was born in Romania and might soon be traveling back there.

When I told him I had to go home he looked terribly disappointed.  That was the first time I noticed how pale his skin was in the moonlight and how dark his eyes could be.  "Let me come over for a while," he suggested but I demurred.

I went home that night with the sound of his deep voice whispering in my ear and soaking wet panties.  I was restless and could not stop thinking of his dark blue eyes and black hair.  Soon I drifted off to sleep.  The next morning there were a few texts on my phone from him.  I squealed with delight.

I can't sleep. Are you up?

What are you doing?

Can I come over?  I really want to see you.

He was interested!  I wrote him back right away that morning and suggested we meet for lunch but I didn't hear from him all day.  I was too busy to think much about it and sure enough, that night as I sat in front of the TV flipping through the channels, I got a call.

What are you doing?  Alex's deep voice was on the other end of the line and he spoke with urgency.

I'm just watching TV.  Nothing really.  Want to come over?

I knew that it was risky.  I didn't know him well but he seemed all right.  I had met him at a party where we both knew a lot of people.  He wasn't exactly a total stranger.

But when I opened my door I realized something was wrong.  He walked toward me and tried to kiss me, hard on the mouth pushing his tongue deep inside and forcing me to open up wide.  I tried to move back and told him to slow down. 

He apologized and suggested we sit down and chat.  But the moment we were sitting he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.  He fingers dug in deep leaving bruises and his grip twisted me up.  I screamed in pain and tried to get away from him.  He let me sit a couple of feet away from him for a moment staring at me, grinning like a boy but then he pounced putting the full weight of his body on me and held me tight under him.

Again he kissed me hard, stuffing his tongue as far into my mouth as he could.  I could barely breathe and couldn't move.  I felt him push his big, hard dick between my legs and thrust over and over again.

Hey!  I tried to catch my breath.  Alex, can we slow down here?  

Don't worry.  He answered.  Nothing is going to happen.  I won't even try to take off your clothes, see?  You just smell so good.

I admit that I wanted him bad!  All that domination and grinding - I knew I was going to come.

But then it happened.  He had pulled his tongue out from down my throat and was licking and kissing my face and neck and I was pushing against him too now, getting closer and closer to orgasm when suddenly I felt a terrible pain on my neck.

I threw him off of me and jumped off the couch.

What the hell?  I said with my hand covering the sore, wet spot on the side of my neck. 

Too rough?  He asked, looking like a lost puppy again.  I'm sorry.

I asked him to leave immediately and he did looking terribly dejected and confused.  When I finally looked in the mirror I had a terrible bruise on my neck. 

Even though he left me dripping wet and wanting the weight of him on me and the sound of his deep voice in my ear, terror kept me from ever seeing him again after that night.  He begged me for a while through calls and texts - but only ever at night!!

I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn't stopped him.

Was he a real-life vampire?