innocently enough. I write for a living, and often do interviews for
various story ideas. This time it was for a series of short stories
depicting the world of the gothic set, so called vampires and the like.
If I got enough information I planned on turning it into a full novel.
I interviewed dozens of young people, some simply into the whole thing
as a way to shock their parents, others truly living the lifestyle.
came. Tall, lean, powerful, beautiful. His hair was down to his firm
ass, jet black, shining in the waning light of the setting sun. His
eyes were a startling shade of green, glowing from his clean shaven,
pale face. He spoke with a voice soft as silk, deep as the ocean. I
was shocked at the tingle that ran down my spine. I am well past thirty,
sliding rapidly towards forty, a BBW... leaving off the second 'B' in
my own opinion. Hair once a vivid red, now mostly silver and eyes of
a muted green. He looked at me that first evening as if he knew me...
knew my inner most secrets. He was young, twenty-five. Yet he seemed
so wise, as if bearing a very old soul.
for several hours, me at my computer typing away as he answered every
question I put to him. He sat in a chair beside me, serene, looking
almost amused. After he left I had to masturbate several times to ease
the surges of passion left in his wake. I was embarrassed and confused.
I had not been with anyone in some time, men do not flock to the door
of a fat lady... but never had simply talking to a man affected me so
I was lost in my work, creating images of their world with my words.
Imagine my surprise when the phone rang and it was him... calling to
see if he could come over for a visit. I said yes, not bothering to
hide the surprise in my voice. I worked for a short time after that,
then went to try and relax in a hot bath. I found myself using scented
oils, letting my waist length hair dry naturally and leaving it loose.
I felt like a pretty young girl, awaiting her date. I dressed in a mid-calf
length dress of soft black velvet, no shoes and to my own amazement...
no panties or bra. I chided myself for being a foolish woman but I could
not stop the pounding of my heart as I heard his boots on the front
at me, reaching out to touch my cheek gently. "I missed you"
He said and leaned in to kiss me, lips warm, soft. Before I could react
he was taking off his leather trench coat, revealing a metal mesh shirt
and tight leather pants, a chain of shining metal acting as a belt.
I was stunned and said as much. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked
as he guided me into the living room, hands strong and warm on my arm.
and sat beside me on the sofa, one finger trailing along my velvet clad
thigh. "I have been dreaming... of you in my arms, moaning as I
made love to you... begging me for more when I tied you to your bed
to tease you until you weep with need. I like large women, older ones
rather than younger... I love the wisdom in their eyes, the rich tones
as they cry out from the pleasure I bring them. I have been waiting
for the one... the one that would make me dream...."
I was enthralled
by his voice, by the touch of his hand on my leg. He kissed me again,
tongue teasing mine as his large hands caressed my breasts. I moaned
and melted into him, shaking hands gripping his shoulders. He lifted
the hem of my dress, teasing up my inner thigh slowly. When he reached
my wetness I cried out softly, legs opening wider for him. He pressed
two fingers into me as his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. I was not aware
of my body image as I usually was during sex... the rolls of flesh,
the stretch marks... the scar from an emergency hysterectomy. All I
was aware of was him, his hands, lips, voice. I climaxed violently,
screaming out his name over and over.
as he helped me to my feet. His erection stained against the tight confines
of the shining black leather and as we made our way to the bedroom he
walked behind me, pressing against my buttocks. I was dizzy with desire,
nipples taut, wetness flowing from me. His hands with their sharp black
nails grasped my waist as we walked, lightly digging into the material
of my dress, pressing against my skin. He undressed me with gentle care,
kissing, caressing my heated skin. When he laid me onto the bed he took
off his chain belt, and silently wrapped it around my wrists, attaching
it to the metal frame of my king-sized bed with a small lock. I trusted
this man... why I didn't know. He brushed his fingers over me lightly,
teasingly. I was moaning, writhing as he left not an inch of me untouched.
his head to let his silky hair trail over me. I was wild now... moaning
loudly, hips rising and falling in hopes of being touched. He whispered
in my ear softly. "Not yet... wait my dream... soon." He undressed
in front of me, muscles rippling like a young god. His erection sprang
free, long, thick, beautiful like him. He traced patterns on my skin
with his nails, leaving red welts as he pressed just hard enough to
make the pain part of the intense pleasure.
I begged. He kissed my neck and then moved to suckle my nipples, nipping
and flicking them with his tongue. He spoke not a word as he kissed
down my body, biting me and leaving small dark passion marks behind.
My body was on fire, a thin sheen of sweat covering me. He, on the other
hand was calm, cool, his pale skin not even flushed. Only his eyes and
his erection betrayed his need, his desire. Those glowing eyes seemed
to fill his face, gleaming with an other-worldly light. His erection
twitched, a clear drop of pre-cum peeking out from the tip.
the out lips of my womanhood lightly, then paused. He slid from the
bed and ignoring my cries of frustration padded into the bathroom, moving
with animal grace. He came back with my razor and my shaving gel. He
set them on the bed and left again, returning with a bowl of warm water
and a soft cloth. He shaved me gently, pausing once in a while to tease
so erotic to feel the cool metal of the razor gliding over my flesh,
to watch the rising passion in his eyes as he left my skin silky and
bare. He wiped me clean with the warm, wet cloth and after putting everything
away he came back to me and smiling, lowered his head between my quivering
legs. His tongue probed me tenderly at first, teasing, exploring. Then
he nipped at my clit lightly, making me jump and moan. When he thrust
two fingers inside me as he sucked hard on my clit I wailed like a mad
finally climaxed he cried out my name reverently, shuddering and moaning.
He lay atop me, panting softly as he held me tightly to him. I stroked
his soft hair gently, mind unable to form coherent speech. He raised
his head and kissed me, looking into my eyes. "I will move in tomorrow,
I will help you write by making your words into art. I will never leave
you or need anyone else... you are my dream."
It is three
years later. He sits beside me, pencil in hand as he draws my words.
He looks at me and smiles, pausing to place a kiss in my naked breast.
No one understands our world, but that's okay... it's our dream.
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