My Date with Shadowcat313

Speaking out loud, admitted, "I've been wondering what that would feel like."

She purred, "And how does it feel?"

"Incredible!"

She led me inside, showing me around the house. I followed, but I think I paid more attention to her than my surroundings.

About halfway through the tour, she asked casually, "How's the view back there?"

"Hypnotic..."

She giggled, "You men and your one-track minds!"

She turned around and pressed her body against mine, so close to me that I had to kiss her again. My arms slid around her slim waist and my lips pressed more insistently on hers. She purred, and her arms wrapped around me. Our tongues met and tasted, my hands moved down to her deliciously curved butt, squeezing and lifting her up, and her long, firm legs wrapped around my waist. Her hips moved against mine, grinding sensually as I continued to kiss her. Her breaths grew a bit quicker, as did mine, and we had to break for a few seconds, but her mind was made up. She pulled me with her, opening the door to the basement. As we reached the bottom, I saw an enormous bedroom, with an immense bed covered with expensive silk sheets. I vaguely noticed that there were no windows down there.

We made our way to the enormous bed, and she began taking my clothes off excitedly. As my pants were flung down, I asked, "Are we going to be able to do this?"

She growled playfully, "Oh, you just wait, you'll see how well we'll be able to do this!"

She pushed me back onto the bed and yanked my boxers down my legs and off them, throwing it behind her. She crawled onto me and began kissing me again, her body grinding in a frenzy of desire on mine. Her lips moved down to my neck, teasing, nipping gently as so not to break the skin, and then moved down to my chest, her hands all over my body. Her lips moved down, her tongue continuously on my skin, and then she had my throbbing erection in her sights. Her lips brushed playfully on my length, and then her tongue followed briefly before she took me in her mouth. Without any further delay, she sucked me furiously, moaning around me, making me moan, stroking my balls in her hand all the while.

I pulled the leather strip from her hair, and it came down, just under her creamy shoulders. She looked up briefly at me, licking her lips erotically before returning her full attention to my manhood. She'd move her lips about half-way down me, short strokes, and then thrust me fully into her mouth, working her incredible tongue at the same time. I began lifting my hips as she pulled me into her throat, and she knew I was ready to spill my seed. She felt my balls contract, and my breath caught in my throat. Then, as she sucked me back into her throat, I began spurting what felt like gallons of my stuff in her mouth. She held my head on her tongue, and caught my load there. When I gave one last, weak spasm, she swallowed all of it, licking the tip for any last traces.

As I lay there, making an attempt to get my breath back, she stood up and quickly undress. She lifted her blouse over her head, unclasped her blue silk bra, and let her breasts out, quite large for her body, with silver-dollar sized areoles and stiff pink nipples. She turned around, undoing her pants, and then peeled them down, bending at the waist to give me all the view I could handle. Her matching silk panties were next, and as she slid them down, I couldn't help but stare at the hairless, slightly puffy pussy between her firm thighs. It looked so enticing that I couldn't stand it! I pulled her atop me, and immediately fell to sucking and licking her breasts, squeezing and cupping them. She pushed a nipple in my mouth, and I sucked it between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. Then I swirled it around and nipped it with my teeth. Her fingers thrust through my hair, pushing me into her breasts, whimpering, moaning, growling.

I pulled her up further, and poked the tip of my tongue into her navel, wiggling it. She purred, "Oh, you! You're driving me crazy!"

She moved up my body, and pressed my face between her thighs. I kissed that puffy flesh around her entrance, drawing circles on it with the tip of my tongue. Unable to resist any more, I dipped my tongue over the swollen inner lips of her pussy, taking short, quick licks as I tasted her unbelievably arousing aroma. She pressed herself down emphatically on my mouth,

"I want to feel your tongue in me!"

I obeyed without delay, extending my tongue fully to enter just past her inner lips, and she vigorously rode my tongue. It didn't take long for her to orgasm. Her back arched, and she bucked, crying out,

"Oh God Yes! It's so hot in me! Ooooohhh! OH!"

When she had calmed, she let me up, pressing her mouth on mine, her tongue immediately in my mouth, still moaning as I cupped her generous butt in my hands.

Insatiable, she moved down on me and took my half-flaccid manhood in her mouth, sucking me with great abandon, and she soon had me harder than ever. Then she stood up, moving to a dresser to the left of the bed. She opened the top drawer and extracted a small bottle of oil, and proceeded to squeeze a large amount into her hand. She slowly began to rub the oil all over her body, on her arms, and then her breasts, teasing her nipples between her fingers, down to her stomach, thighs, and between, playing with her clitoris, biting her bottom lip. As she approached me, she glistened with the oil, and I caught the scent of coconut. She squeezed a bit more out and began stroking my organ, coating it in the oil, taking her time to do it.

"Sorry," she explained, "But being what I am, I don't lubricate down there very well, but this will make things much more pleasurable for you."

With that, she straddled my hips, grasped me, and guided me inside her. In one motion, I was enveloped inside her. She rocked back and forth, up and down, arching her back and thrusting her oil-lathered breasts out. I took the opportunity to graciously rub the oil into her skin, much to her delight. Unlike any novel I had ever read, she was not cold inside at all, but quite warm, and I filled her up as best as I could. She lay atop me and licked all along the side of my neck, again nipping with her teeth.

I was so turned on as she plunged me inside her, and with the added pleasure of her tongue on my neck, I really wanted her to bite me. When she received that thought from me, she jumped, startled, a little apprehensive.

"I...I don't know if I can do that. I don't want to hurt you, my love."

"I want to feel your bite. I want to share myself with you...Please..."

She pressed her teeth against the sensitive skin of my neck, but she didn't break the skin. I urged her, pushing my head to the side to show her that it was what I wanted. Finally, I felt her teeth break through, and I could feel my blood flowing into her mouth. She swallowed a few times, moaning against my neck, and then stopping, her tongue pressed against the punctures. I think I was more turned on at that moment than at any time in my past, as she plunged me inside her harder and harder, her butt making slapping sounds against my groin. Then, unable to contain herself any longer, she lapped at the blood again, her tongue sending me over the edge as she clenched her muscles, on the edge herself. She cried out, her cries muffled against my neck, and more ribbons of my seed unraveled inside her. Her thighs gripped my hips as she rode out her own climax, her voice spiraling up, and then we both drifted slowly to a stop. She pressed her fingers over the punctures and held them there to stop the bleeding.

My hands slid up and down her back, massaging lightly. She was horrified at what she'd done, taking my blood having been far from her intentions.

"Oh, damn it, I didn't want to do that to you!"

"I asked you to, Nickie. It felt so good, like I was in you while you were in me. It just felt so right."

She cried, "But it wasn't right! I wanted to make love to you, not feed from you!"

She pressed her face against my chest, and I cradled her head, stroking her soft tresses, whispering to her.

"I needed to give it to you. Please, don't be mad."

She looked at me, and the look in her eyes was one of abject misery.

"I'm not mad, my love. I just shouldn't have bitten. I shouldn't have drank. It might start to get easier each time, until the need is so bad that I take it without your permission. Please, I need to sleep soon. You can't stay with me while I sleep, and you definitely can't lie with me while I sleep. I have no control over my thirst when I'm asleep."

I felt such sorrow because I knew it was my fault. I hesitated, looking into her eyes, and she resisted.

"Please, you have to go. I'll e-mail you when I've got my control over it again, okay? I promise, just please. I need to know that you're safe from me while I'm like this."

Unable to comfort her, I pressed my lips briefly to hers, which trembled with the grief that she couldn't soften with tears. I stood up, and she pressed her anguished face into the silk sheets of her bed, wrenched by dry sobs. It took every bit of strength I had to collect my clothes and trudge up those stairs, when every bit of me wanted to rush back to her and hold her, to try and ease her suffering.

I dressed upstairs in her living room. The sun was coming up, the rays warm on my face, which had become wet with tears. I walked out the door, closing it quietly, and got on my bike. I rode back to my apartment, not really noticing anything, my mind fully preoccupied. I was probably lucky that I didn't wreck my bike on the way. When I was in my apartment again, I collapsed onto my bed. I just felt weary, and I felt into a troubled sleep. In my dream, I was consumed with a thirst so great that it blotted out all else in its enormously powerful grip. I attacked victim after victim, trying to slake my unquenchable thirst. I woke up, sitting up, crying out in fear, even feeling the blood on my lips, tasting that coppery, thick richness on my tongue.

"Oh, shit, what've I done?" I asked myself, in a bleak, dark mood. I walked into my kitchen, made a sandwich, ate it right there at the counter, and then made another, ravenously wolfing it down. I poured a great big glass of orange juice and carried it over to my computer, half of it gone before I sat down and turned the monitor on. I sighed sadly as I looked at the inbox of my email. It was full of exchanges with friends and strangers, junk mail, and it was all nothing to me.

It's been a week, and still no message from Nickie. I've called in sick all week, claiming to have come down with a bug. It wasn't really a lie. The bug was the worry and feeling of emptiness as I wait. I'm sure, in writing all this, I must sound pathetic, but I don't care. I shared something different with a woman who was better than any other that I've been with, and we had some connection that went beyond physical. Everything and everyone else pales before her. Maybe, when she finally sends a message, things won't be so gray. So I waited...