Excerpt from Story #1
Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: Barry X. Age: 27 Gender: Male
Hi! Well, here's something a little different. I once described how my friend Mary told me an erotic vampire story over the phone which I got off to without her knowing. I then wrote her a story based loosely on the one she told me. I got horny and masturbated more than once over it and hoped it would have a similar effect on her. I thought, what the heck, why not post the juicier bits here for everyone to enjoy. Responses are welcome! Happy jacking and jilling!
My Best Friend's Girlfriend February 9, 2005 (Story #13942) Male Solo
My Best Friend's Girlfriend (Part Two) June 2, 2005 (Story #15670) Male-Female
My Best Friend's Girlfriend, Part Three June 9, 2005 (Story #15770) Male-Female
My Best Friend's Girlfriend ... To Be Continued
While She Was Reading November 2, 2005 (Story #17819) Male Solo
Only now do you realize you are sitting on a bed. You overlooked this before as being unimportant, but something about that rings false to you. Weren't you on the floor when you went to sleep? How did you end up in bed? Then some of the confusion fades. Of course, David must have found you and carried you to the bed. He must be terribly worried about you. Where is he? You call out to him to let him know you are awake, if not alright, and to gain the reassurance of his love and implicit protection. But he doesn't respond.
It is then you see the small, shadowy figure standing near the door. You freeze as you see glittering eyes gazing at you fixedly. Nothing else about the apparition is clearly visible to you, but the eyes. From this distance you can't make out their color, but you feel their intensity. You begin to shiver violently under the fierce, almost hungry regard of the silent watcher. A thrill of terror courses through you, but then, something changes. The gaze is still intense, but subtly altered. Now it appears possessive. You feel a powerful yearning coming from the figure and filling you, stirring you, arousing you! You can't help but respond to it. Why? What is this? What's going on? Who or what is that figure now gliding silently towards you?
In a blink, the distance separating you from your attacker, your tormentor, ceases to exist. It is standing at the foot of the bed, looming over you, grown impossibly tall. It towers into the night sky, the ceiling of the room no barrier to either its physical substance, or to your vision. You can still see it, however indistinctly, reaching for the moon. As it grasps the brilliant orb, you shudder uncontrollably, feeling both an inexplicable connection being forged deep in your soul, presaging a transformation that will remove you from humanity as utterly as though you'd been born in an alien universe, and a sudden, irresistible up swelling of excitement in your entire body. You collapse back in the middle of the bed as though you'd been held upright by invisible strings which had been suddenly, violently cut, and you writhe helplessly in all engulfing, sun exploding ecstasy. You feel as if all the orgasms you've ever experienced in your entire LIFE have mated and given birth to a sensation so indescribably vast that you are drowning in it, the core of your existence on the very brink of annihilation!
The room, perhaps the entire universe, begins spinning around you. You lie in the center of the bed and watch numbly, your body still sparking with slowly diminishing pleasure, your mind overloaded by infinities of ecstasy. It seems to you that just as the figure grew to immensity before your eyes, so has the bed. It stretches away from you in all directions. There are no edges. It is as if the room has ceased to exist. The bed is your entire world, except for the mysterious figure which rises over all. It is your sky, the bed your ground, and you are all there is in between.
Suddenly, you can take no more. You loose consciousness. You are retreating from a new reality which you are not yet ready to accept.
...
Once again, you awake. Your eyes snap open and absorb a flood of light which would normally have blinded you. You see the window is wide open letting in frigid night air. You feel the cold of it, but you are not affected by it. You rise from the bed, absently noting it is not the twin bed you and David share, but a king size bed you have never seen before. Vaguely you feel reassured by the fact it is no larger. You don't understand where this feeling comes from, but dismiss it from your mind. You feel very weak and shaky as you make your way to the window. You feel as if you'd been sick for a long time and your fever has finally broken. You look out and up and see the light is coming from the moon, round and full, shining brightly, closer than you have ever seen it before. At the sight of it, you feel a sudden, wild serge of longing for it, a hunger, a need to be one with it. You lean out the open window and stretch your arms upwards, trying to reach it, but, of course, don't come anywhere close. This puzzles you. You feel that you should be capable of touching the moon if you choose, capable of many things which for some reason you are unable to do.
...
Abruptly, you feel strong, supple arms wrap around you. You are bourn back through the window into the room. Someone is holding you, carrying you to the bed. Instantly, the compulsion to reach the moon recedes from your consciousness. You go limp in your rescuer's arms. Reaction sets in and you are wracked with sobs and tears pour down your cheeks. An icy hand smooths your hair soothingly and the fingers brush against the skin of your face, wiping away some of the wetness. The hand is withdrawn and you can hear licking sounds. Your back is pressed securely against a surprisingly soft torso, and you cannot see, but you imagine your rescuer is tasting your tears, drinking in your moisture.
You feel yourself being laid on the bed, and you look up eagerly to see the face of your companion, but it is hidden by shadows. You see a cascade of midnight hair over shoulders covered by jade green silk, and the unmistakable rise of small, perfect breasts, nipples tiny and hard with desire, pressing against the material. You wait with anxious anticipation as one slim hand reaches out on the end of a deceptively delicate wrist, skin the color of ivory, and draws a red satin sheet up over your body, all the way, covering your face and hair, as though you were dead.
Disappointment and indignation fill you. You wonder what the fuck is going on. You want to tell this alluring stranger that you aren't dead. Far from it. When you imagine what the two of you could be doing right now in this very bed, you feel very alive. But before you can speak, you are distracted by the same stinging sensation you noticed earlier. Now, though, you can focus your attention on it. You realize that there is a twin pinprick of pain on your throat. You recognize that it has been with you all along, but you've been blocking it out of your awareness all this time.
Before you can explore your throat further, you feel a gentle kiss upon your forehead. The lips are frigid, but your shiver is not in response to the cold. Slowly, more kisses cover your face and hair. Then you shudder as an icy tongue begins to lap at your remaining tears. When your face is cleaned of them, the lips lower to your mouth, and you hungrily accept the deep kiss which is pressed upon your parted lips. Briefly, too briefly, the tongue enters your mouth, brushing the tip of your tongue, and you try to suck upon it, wanting to impart it with some of your warmth, but the mouth is withdrawn from yours. Longing fills you and you ache for your unseen lover. The feel of their cold flesh against yours lights a fire deep within you. You have more than enough heat to share, to keep both of you warm. Your nipples tingle with arousal, and you can feel your juices start to flow between your legs. Your back arches involuntarily and you let out a sharp gasp as your enlarged and protruding clit rubs against the soaked crotch of your panties.
You want to feel your lover's hands upon you, but you know instinctively that it is not yet time for that. As the lips leave your mouth and move over your chin and farther down, you throw back your head willingly, baring your throat and the inflamed fang marks upon it. You are panting with raw arousal and anticipation as the lips kiss their way down to the tiny marks. Your breath hisses out of your mouth as contact is made. First, the feel of intense cold, then a burning sensation as the wounds are reopened. The lightest of feathery kisses lingers upon your throat, and a soft, sensual sucking sound reaches your elfish ears. You can feel yourself entering her, becoming one with her. You know her now. You know what she is. You know your destiny at her hands. You accept it with wanton abandon. As you join, your bodies blend together, losing definition around the edges, and it is no longer your throat she is drinking dry. You wildly pump your hips into her mouth, and scream with agonized ecstasy as she sucks your clit with incredible force and tongue fucks you more passionately than you've ever been fucked before. Moaning breathlessly, you tense all over as your orgasm hits and you feel your pussy juices exploding uncontrollably down her throat. Your body goes limp, and the last of your LIFE blood flows from your throat into her hungry mouth.
Suddenly, you are exhausted, unable to move. You feel your heart pounding painfully in your chest. You can't breathe. A stabbing pain fills your head. Your vision begins to dim, but you are not afraid. You remain strangely calm and peaceful, satisfied more fully than ever before in your entire LIFE. You know you are dying, but not for long, and you are not alone. For just a moment, a weird clarity comes over you, and for the first time you wonder what powers she has to be able to do the things to you that she did while you were covered by the sheet and alone beneath it.
Then your eyes close and you exhale your last breath. Faintly, as you sink into an impenetrable blackness, you hear her speaking to someone. You'd like to listen, her voice is excruciatingly pleasurable to hear, but you cannot. You are finally finished dying.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
Submitted by: Barry X. Age: 27 Gender: Male
Hi! Well, here's something a little different. I once described how my friend Mary told me an erotic vampire story over the phone which I got off to without her knowing. I then wrote her a story based loosely on the one she told me. I got horny and masturbated more than once over it and hoped it would have a similar effect on her. I thought, what the heck, why not post the juicier bits here for everyone to enjoy. Responses are welcome! Happy jacking and jilling!
My Best Friend's Girlfriend February 9, 2005 (Story #13942) Male Solo
My Best Friend's Girlfriend (Part Two) June 2, 2005 (Story #15670) Male-Female
My Best Friend's Girlfriend, Part Three June 9, 2005 (Story #15770) Male-Female
My Best Friend's Girlfriend ... To Be Continued
While She Was Reading November 2, 2005 (Story #17819) Male Solo
Only now do you realize you are sitting on a bed. You overlooked this before as being unimportant, but something about that rings false to you. Weren't you on the floor when you went to sleep? How did you end up in bed? Then some of the confusion fades. Of course, David must have found you and carried you to the bed. He must be terribly worried about you. Where is he? You call out to him to let him know you are awake, if not alright, and to gain the reassurance of his love and implicit protection. But he doesn't respond.
It is then you see the small, shadowy figure standing near the door. You freeze as you see glittering eyes gazing at you fixedly. Nothing else about the apparition is clearly visible to you, but the eyes. From this distance you can't make out their color, but you feel their intensity. You begin to shiver violently under the fierce, almost hungry regard of the silent watcher. A thrill of terror courses through you, but then, something changes. The gaze is still intense, but subtly altered. Now it appears possessive. You feel a powerful yearning coming from the figure and filling you, stirring you, arousing you! You can't help but respond to it. Why? What is this? What's going on? Who or what is that figure now gliding silently towards you?
In a blink, the distance separating you from your attacker, your tormentor, ceases to exist. It is standing at the foot of the bed, looming over you, grown impossibly tall. It towers into the night sky, the ceiling of the room no barrier to either its physical substance, or to your vision. You can still see it, however indistinctly, reaching for the moon. As it grasps the brilliant orb, you shudder uncontrollably, feeling both an inexplicable connection being forged deep in your soul, presaging a transformation that will remove you from humanity as utterly as though you'd been born in an alien universe, and a sudden, irresistible up swelling of excitement in your entire body. You collapse back in the middle of the bed as though you'd been held upright by invisible strings which had been suddenly, violently cut, and you writhe helplessly in all engulfing, sun exploding ecstasy. You feel as if all the orgasms you've ever experienced in your entire LIFE have mated and given birth to a sensation so indescribably vast that you are drowning in it, the core of your existence on the very brink of annihilation!
The room, perhaps the entire universe, begins spinning around you. You lie in the center of the bed and watch numbly, your body still sparking with slowly diminishing pleasure, your mind overloaded by infinities of ecstasy. It seems to you that just as the figure grew to immensity before your eyes, so has the bed. It stretches away from you in all directions. There are no edges. It is as if the room has ceased to exist. The bed is your entire world, except for the mysterious figure which rises over all. It is your sky, the bed your ground, and you are all there is in between.
Suddenly, you can take no more. You loose consciousness. You are retreating from a new reality which you are not yet ready to accept.
...
Once again, you awake. Your eyes snap open and absorb a flood of light which would normally have blinded you. You see the window is wide open letting in frigid night air. You feel the cold of it, but you are not affected by it. You rise from the bed, absently noting it is not the twin bed you and David share, but a king size bed you have never seen before. Vaguely you feel reassured by the fact it is no larger. You don't understand where this feeling comes from, but dismiss it from your mind. You feel very weak and shaky as you make your way to the window. You feel as if you'd been sick for a long time and your fever has finally broken. You look out and up and see the light is coming from the moon, round and full, shining brightly, closer than you have ever seen it before. At the sight of it, you feel a sudden, wild serge of longing for it, a hunger, a need to be one with it. You lean out the open window and stretch your arms upwards, trying to reach it, but, of course, don't come anywhere close. This puzzles you. You feel that you should be capable of touching the moon if you choose, capable of many things which for some reason you are unable to do.
...
Abruptly, you feel strong, supple arms wrap around you. You are bourn back through the window into the room. Someone is holding you, carrying you to the bed. Instantly, the compulsion to reach the moon recedes from your consciousness. You go limp in your rescuer's arms. Reaction sets in and you are wracked with sobs and tears pour down your cheeks. An icy hand smooths your hair soothingly and the fingers brush against the skin of your face, wiping away some of the wetness. The hand is withdrawn and you can hear licking sounds. Your back is pressed securely against a surprisingly soft torso, and you cannot see, but you imagine your rescuer is tasting your tears, drinking in your moisture.
You feel yourself being laid on the bed, and you look up eagerly to see the face of your companion, but it is hidden by shadows. You see a cascade of midnight hair over shoulders covered by jade green silk, and the unmistakable rise of small, perfect breasts, nipples tiny and hard with desire, pressing against the material. You wait with anxious anticipation as one slim hand reaches out on the end of a deceptively delicate wrist, skin the color of ivory, and draws a red satin sheet up over your body, all the way, covering your face and hair, as though you were dead.
Disappointment and indignation fill you. You wonder what the fuck is going on. You want to tell this alluring stranger that you aren't dead. Far from it. When you imagine what the two of you could be doing right now in this very bed, you feel very alive. But before you can speak, you are distracted by the same stinging sensation you noticed earlier. Now, though, you can focus your attention on it. You realize that there is a twin pinprick of pain on your throat. You recognize that it has been with you all along, but you've been blocking it out of your awareness all this time.
Before you can explore your throat further, you feel a gentle kiss upon your forehead. The lips are frigid, but your shiver is not in response to the cold. Slowly, more kisses cover your face and hair. Then you shudder as an icy tongue begins to lap at your remaining tears. When your face is cleaned of them, the lips lower to your mouth, and you hungrily accept the deep kiss which is pressed upon your parted lips. Briefly, too briefly, the tongue enters your mouth, brushing the tip of your tongue, and you try to suck upon it, wanting to impart it with some of your warmth, but the mouth is withdrawn from yours. Longing fills you and you ache for your unseen lover. The feel of their cold flesh against yours lights a fire deep within you. You have more than enough heat to share, to keep both of you warm. Your nipples tingle with arousal, and you can feel your juices start to flow between your legs. Your back arches involuntarily and you let out a sharp gasp as your enlarged and protruding clit rubs against the soaked crotch of your panties.
You want to feel your lover's hands upon you, but you know instinctively that it is not yet time for that. As the lips leave your mouth and move over your chin and farther down, you throw back your head willingly, baring your throat and the inflamed fang marks upon it. You are panting with raw arousal and anticipation as the lips kiss their way down to the tiny marks. Your breath hisses out of your mouth as contact is made. First, the feel of intense cold, then a burning sensation as the wounds are reopened. The lightest of feathery kisses lingers upon your throat, and a soft, sensual sucking sound reaches your elfish ears. You can feel yourself entering her, becoming one with her. You know her now. You know what she is. You know your destiny at her hands. You accept it with wanton abandon. As you join, your bodies blend together, losing definition around the edges, and it is no longer your throat she is drinking dry. You wildly pump your hips into her mouth, and scream with agonized ecstasy as she sucks your clit with incredible force and tongue fucks you more passionately than you've ever been fucked before. Moaning breathlessly, you tense all over as your orgasm hits and you feel your pussy juices exploding uncontrollably down her throat. Your body goes limp, and the last of your LIFE blood flows from your throat into her hungry mouth.
Suddenly, you are exhausted, unable to move. You feel your heart pounding painfully in your chest. You can't breathe. A stabbing pain fills your head. Your vision begins to dim, but you are not afraid. You remain strangely calm and peaceful, satisfied more fully than ever before in your entire LIFE. You know you are dying, but not for long, and you are not alone. For just a moment, a weird clarity comes over you, and for the first time you wonder what powers she has to be able to do the things to you that she did while you were covered by the sheet and alone beneath it.
Then your eyes close and you exhale your last breath. Faintly, as you sink into an impenetrable blackness, you hear her speaking to someone. You'd like to listen, her voice is excruciatingly pleasurable to hear, but you cannot. You are finally finished dying.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
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