Bitten

It was Halloween. I had gone out to a party with friends. We had gotten a little tipsy and so I had walked home, since it had not been very far from where I lived in the city. I had gone to the party as a vampire. I was fascinated with them, and always wished I could be one. But they are not real, I kept telling myself, so get off it.

I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep but I could not get the image out of my head. I had seen her earlier in the evening. She was gorgeous. Her long dark hair was tousled just a little bit, and so damn sexy. Her skin was almost pearlescent, as if she were standing in the moonlight. Her luscious lips were a dusky rose and her beautiful hazel eyes looked right into me, as if she could read my thoughts. I had stood there, rooted to the spot with my heart pounding, my head spinning yet all I was aware of was her. A thought popped into my head, "There she is." At that moment I knew that I had to have her, that I wanted to be with her. It felt like Fate was talking to me, telling me I had found who I was looking for. She stared right at me, licked her lips, then, smiled at me wickedly. I could swear I saw fangs when she smiled, so I blinked my eyes to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was. But when I opened my eyes, she was gone. I looked around, trying to see where she had gone, but she had vanished into thin air.

Now, four hours later, I was replaying that moment, trying to figure out if I had actually seen her. She had stood still, just looking beautiful and sexy as hell. And, I swear I could have seen fangs when she had smiled. If I had seen fangs and if they were real, that would make her a vampire. I closed my eyes again and images flashed through my mind. All of them of me making love with this woman. And the thought of her biting me with her fangs made me wet. I moaned at that and had to reach down to cup myself through my nightgown. It was warm and damp and I pressed my hand a little harder against myself. Then she was there again. She was looking into me again but this time she was saying something to me, yet, her lips were not moving. I could hear her clearly as she said, "Touch yourself for me. It is my hand doing this to you." I could not help myself. I seemed to be under her spell and so I touched myself through my panties. They were wet and I slid them to the side so I could touch my clit. I rubbed it in slow, firm circles. Putting pressure on it the way I liked. I opened my eyes and she was there, in my room. I quickly pulled my hand away from myself and blushed from head to toe. She smiled at me then seemed to sail across the room to stand beside my bed. She was wearing a black leather bustier with a black leather pencil skirt that hit her just above the knee. She had tall black leather stiletto boots that made her legs look a mile long. Her hair was tousled, like she had just come in out of the wind and around her neck was a huge blood red ruby. My heart started to race, my nerves were tingling with wanting to touch her.

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