Club Seduction

Slipping into the club, unnoticed.
Ultra violet light dances across my pale flesh.
Industrial music, echoes off the walls.
As my coal like orbs scan over the patrons within.
The heat of their bodies, inviting.
The smell of their blood intoxicating.

Weaving in and out of the crowd,
Their bodies sway with the beat of the bass.
Black clad bodies, in leather and lace.
So beautifully dark are they,
With pale flesh and black dyed hair.
No wonder I fit well within their lair.

The sound of their hearts beating within my mind.
As their thoughts rush, right before my eyes.
The hunger grows stronger,
With each press of their flesh.
With the seductive way, their hips sway.
Pausing briefly to press my form against their flesh,
To lose myself within their primal dance.

The feel of his arms around me,
As his hips grind against mine.
With a sensual grin, the game begins.
Tracing his fingers along my cool flesh.
Does he ever think, I feel like the dead?
With pale lips pressed against my throat.
Oh his thoughts, they do provoke.
A hunger not only for his blood,
But for the heat, of his bod.

With seductive grins, and caress of hands.
He doesn’t know, what I have planned.
With sensual glances, and playful nips.
I lure him to the shadows, where we’ll stay.
Slender lips press against mine,
As his hands work up my fishnet clad thighs.
Tearing at the black lace fabric of my dress.
Ripping free my black g-string.

Grunting he fumbles to free himself from leather jeans.
In a sultry whisper, I encourage his sexual venture.
Entangling his fingers within my mane of raven and crimson streaked tresses.
Coiled like snakes on the verge of striking.
With masculine force, he jerks my head back, baring my throat.
Nipping at my tender flesh, as his tongue twirls and circles about the silken skin.
With a soft moan, I hear him groan against my flesh.
Curling slender arms about his neck,
I hoist myself up, to sit above his hips.
Forcing me back against the wall.
Gripping my hips, fingertips dig into my tender flesh.
Thrusting forward, he drives himself inward.
With each grunt he thrusts himself deeper.
The feel of his manhood, within me.
If I was human, I’d probably cum.
Pity, this moment won’t last long.

With each thrust of his hips, I gasp with anticipation.
So close is he, to sweet oblivion.
Entangling my fingers in his long black hair.
Tilting his head back, as my lips press and grope.
Along his throat, my tongue does dance.
With a final moan, he reaches sexual release.
His heart races, as my lips part.
Elongated eyeteeth press against tender flesh.

Tightening my body around his form,
Like a serpent suffocating her prey.
As my pussy, milks his manhood of his cum,
Like a hungered mouth, in need of feeding.
Feeling his heart beat against my fangs.
Striking down into the jugular vein.
Against my body, he thrashes and shakes.
Like a scared animal, he shivers and quakes.
His breath shortens as his heart grows weak.
So very sad, that his life means nothing.
Delicious is his blood to me,
Tinged with his sexual lust, you see?

Weakening, his body does fall.
As I slip from against the wall.
Raising his head, staring down into clouded eyes of blue.
“Very sweet” I purred, as I gripped hold.
Turning his head sharply, his neck I broke.
Stepping away, before they’d ever know.
Disappearing as fast as I came.

Till the hunger returns, once again.