Nights Full of Rainy Delights, Pt. IV
by Laura Via
Monday, October 27, 2003
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Again, lines might be off ... and as for the ending to this, I originally left it as to be continued. However, I've not finished the write. One comment that had been left regarding this write on an ezboard I moderate was saying it was my choice to finish or leave it open like Lair of the White Worm ... LOL
His kisses grew stronger, pressed harder and teeth grazed
her skin as she grasped him gently. She raised her hips upwards, the urge to grind growing.
He slipped from her touch just now, standing by the bed,
exposed. She rose to kneel in front of him, her fingertips
tracing around his chest lightly. He smiles softly, as the
fire behind his eyes grew ever so slightly. Her touch excited
him more than the last night he'd ventured into her room.
Her fingers deftly finished removing his shirt, nails scraping
lightly as they traveled downward. She settled down now,
upon the bed, and let him bobble upon her breast. In an
instant, she had him! Gripped in one hand as her lips caressed
the tender flesh. Her teeth grazed him, hanging just on the
lip until easing over until her lips closed, only to open again
His knees weakened as she deftly performed. A moan slipped through his lips, whispering to the darkness, her name. He
loved the way she took him in, tongue flitting, teeth grazing
and lips gliding along him. His fingers entwined within her
hair, as her head bobbed.
Before he knew it, she'd found his inner thigh. With her
tongue she traced, round and round until she found the
perfect spot. He knew what she was up to, she'd always
worked this way. She teased and taunted him in every way,
until that deep kiss she'd place. This time, it was different
though, much closer than the rest!
Her deadly kiss, sinking deep into his flesh. The pain was
exsquisite, as she began to drink. That red life flowing from
him and across her delicate lips. He almost released, yet
clung to life he did! He wanted more than just five minutes
And as she looked up, into his eyes, that heady red glow
overtook hers. Into her hands he went ...
The sight of life running down her chin in little red rivulets
was too much for him to resist.
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|Reviewed by Adam Walsvik
|Reviewed by Evelyn Simon
|Vividly intriguing. You should be writing screenplays.
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|a dangerous piece, this...it is erotic in its tone, but horrific in its implication..the vampiric imperative, so sensual, yet so parasitic...but then, one conception of the deepest, truest love might be quite similar, if taken to its obvious conclusion...thoughtful write, poet.|