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Notes From the Underground (Intro & Ch.1)
Romance
 Created on 11-26-06
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We danced and then I followed him out to an alley behind the building and I remember feeling him violently push me up against a wall...I can still taste the dust he stired up from the dirt road in my mouth. I felt his hands run down my back and then it happened...
...I woke up in an unfamiliar bed the next night. I wasn't wearing my white and blue dress I was now sporting a burgendy velvet dress with black leather accents. I sat up on the dark satin sheets I had been resting upon and spotted standing on the balcony at the other side of the room was a pale, dark haired man. He gazed up at the moon with a long deep crimson leather trench on. He turned when he heard my feet hit the floor. The next thing I knew he was standing infront of me. I was at eye-level with his belt buckle...it was an interesting symbol, one strangely familiar. His boney hand lifted mine as he pulled me to a standing posistion. He towered over me making him a good 6 foot 5. I looked up to see his creamy complextion and piercing eyes glaring down at me. He ran his hand up my neck and repeated back to me his words in a thick accent, "Only your body dies." He ran his hand down my back making memories from the bar flash through my mind. Stopping his hand at my lower back he gently lowered me onto the bed. He was now on top of me, his silky black hair brushed across my face. Shaking a little I pushed it behind his ear. A half grin, almost smirk crossed his face. The balcony door shut and with it went the moon; the only thing lighting the room.
I felt his cold smooth hand running up my leg below my dress. After trying my hardest to hold it in I let out with a small whimper. He placed his long cold finger over my mouth. A bit worried of what was next to come I placed one of my hands over his that was still placed on my upper thigh, Accidently stabbing my hand with his lengthy finger nail in the dark, blood began to drip from it. His hand turned over to embrace mine and brought it up to his mouth where he proceeded to suck from my hand. I tried to pull away at first but the pain soon took over me. There was just something about feeling your life being sucked from your body. At this point I was no longer shy to his touch. I pushed off that crimson trench and he began to kiss me. I could taste what little of my blood was still in his mouth. I needed more, and not my own. I bit down on his lip allowing blood to flow into my mouth. He didn't pull away, to my surprise, but instead continued passionately kissing me like nothing had happened; this greatly intrigued me.
Suddenly I was no longer aware of my surroundings, they didn't matter, they didn't even make sense. From what I could see the room tilted and flipped. As the wind blew, the curtains moved letting the moons rays reveal that we were now on the ceiling. I didn't make a sound as the placement of his hand strayed from my thigh. Somehow without my noticing he had worked his bleeding mouth from mine, to my chest which was now also bleeding due to those pointed teeth extending from his pale complextion. I can't recall all the events that happened next but I do know we ended up back on those black satin sheets only now scattered upon them were smooth cherry-colored rose petals. He grabbed both of my hands in his, pinning them above me. With his mouth back on mine he could feel the devious smile I was left with. He had unlocked a side of me formerly unknown.
He firmly grasped both of my hands in one of his. I wondered why he needed a free hand and then I heard a metal clicking sound, then it hit the floor. A ray of moonlight shot through the window to reveal his gleaming belt on the hardwood floor. His pants soon followed and before I knew it we were rolling around on those lovely silken sheets. By this point I wanted him so bad I could barely stand it. His kisses slowed and became sweet pecks moving from my lips to chest and continued lower. I became very calm which was apparently what he wanted. He then entered me catching me completely off guard; I let out with a gasp. I was soon lost in his rythmic thrusting. I could feel his veins throbbing against my walls. His wandering hands soon came across my hard nipples. He rubbed them, making me squirm. A whimper of pleasure escaped from my mouth. I could tell I would soon get off so I began to hold my breath. He exploded inside of me and the warm sensation of his cum inside of me pushed me over the edge and I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.
He slowly pulled his still erect cock from me making my leg twitch. By this point I decided to play along, I placed my hand on the head of his warm cock and began to rub it. I noticed he at first looked suprised but that was soon followed by a smirk of domination. He placed his large, cold hand on the back of my head pushing it downwards. I opened my mouth and took in as much of him as I could. Trying to swallow but still failing to take it in; I began to swirl my tongue around his head. His grip tightened, letting me know he approved of this action. I soon placed both hands on the shaft of his long cock rubbing faster and faster. Not long after I felt the warm sensation of him running down the back of my throat; this slowed my pace a little. He tasted of sweet power.
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