Red Towel Fantasies

2010-10-13T09:20:00.000-04:00

"Enemy of mine, I'll fuck you like the devil.
Violent inside, beautiful and evil.
I'm a ghost, you're an angel.
We're one in the same, just remains of an age..."
Jared Leto - Stranger in a Strange Land

Asking For It

2008-11-05T08:31:00.002-05:00

How could I refuse?

He sat on the edge of the bed, shedding his clothes piece by piece. The look in his eyes promised things I hadn't dared dream of and yet here we were. Naked, he stretched on the bed, offering himself with no hesitation. Hunger and doubt kept me rooted to the floor until he crooked a finger to urge me forward.
Still I hesitated. "You're sure?" I wanted him so desperately it was amazing I could speak.
He didn't answer, simply nodded and tipped his head back, exposing his neck and sending his dark hair snaking across the pillow.
I don't remember moving. I don't remember crawling onto the bed or positioning myself astride him. All I remember is the feel of his warm skin under my palms and the riveting sight of his pulse throbbing in his throat.
"Take me." He whispered the words and I leaned close to brush my lips against the tempting artery in his neck. The contact burned my mouth and I drew back to trace the length of that artery with my fingertip. My nail left a red trail in its wake, mimicking the blood that waited just below the surface.
I should have taken the time to swipe my tongue along his skin, to prepare him for the shock of my fangs, but hunger took over. No, not hunger...need. I needed this man's blood. I didn't just hunger for it.
His body stiffened as my fangs pierced the surface but I was lost to everything the moment his blood bubbled into my mouth. Moaning at the heat of it, I burrowed closer, deepening the bite.
At some point, he took hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin and flexing in time with the suction at his neck. He made no noise, not even when I pulled out to swallow then quickly sank my fangs in again.
I drank and drank, losing myself in the thick, delicious heat of his blood...

L. Rosario - 11/05/08

Betrayed

2008-06-26T13:37:00.004-04:00

He pressed the tip of the stake against my chest and met my gaze with a look I hoped never to see on his face. Was I surprised by this betrayal? No, to be honest, I was not. After all, life did not simply hand one an angel without extracting some price and now I knew what that price was - my life.
"Do you really want to do this?"
"Don't talk." His eyes narrowed and the stake slipped along my flesh. "This is something I have to do."
I knew he believed that to the very core of his being but he was wrong, life is nothing if not a dish of choices.
"So go ahead." Would he apply the last needed pressure, even while our bodies were still joined and the sweat had yet to dry on our skin? Would he end my days while he could still feel the pulse of my ebbing orgasm around him? No, I could not look into his eyes and believe that of him. To do so indicated I had never known him at all, and I refused to accept that. Not because it made me seem naive but because he had been everything I needed and wanted.
He made me love him, damnit. Even with the tip of a stake against my breast I loved him still and would forgive him this foolish moment.
But first he must remove the stake.
"Darling, you do not have to do this."
"I said not to talk." He closed his eyes and shifted his two-handed grip upon the thick shaft of wood. The tip began to burn my skin, eager as it was to end my days as a blood-sucking fiend. After a deep breath he opened his eyes to reveal new determination.
This was it then. I had meant nothing to him. All the touches, the words, the nights spent panting in my bed...none of it had meant a damn thing to him while I had given him my heart.
Never before had anything been so difficult for me to fathom. Denial held on, refusing to let go, refusing to believe the vivid image right before my eyes.
"It doesn't matter that I love you?" I had never told him how I felt and there was only a slight hardening of his features as I said it now. "Those will be the words I scream as you plunge that unholy thing into my heart."
"Don't...I beg you." He turned away and stared across the dark room.
I had always found his profile to be one of the most perfect things in nature and not even this moment could change my mind. I drank in the sight of his strong jaw, straight nose and sensual mouth with the same thirst that propelled my taking of his blood.
My heart ached as if it had already been severed. God willing, he would do it quickly.
"If you insist upon this, at least have the decency to look me in the eyes."
He turned back to face me, his eyes glistening. "I am sorry for this. You were not what I expected you to be, what they told me you'd be, but..." shaking his head, he stopped.
"But you swore to do a job," I finished for him and he nodded, still refusing to look at me. "Please look at me." I wanted his beautiful eyes to be the last thing I saw. I wanted to read his last emotions in his face so I would die knowing if this had cost him anything at all.
But it seemed love was not all he meant to deny me.
With his eyes cast down, he muttered something that sounded a bit like "I was not supposed to love you. Forgive me." The stake entered my chest with shocking ease, the pain so intense I couldn't even scream.
My last sight before my life swirled away was not his eyes but the track of a single tear running down his cheek...

L. Rosario {6/26/08}

Pain or Pleasure?

2008-04-11T16:26:00.002-04:00

The chains bit into his wrists. He smelled blood and his shoulders had gone numb ages ago but he said nothing about the pain. She stood before him, her dyed, blonde hair glowing in the moonlight that streamed through one of the skylights. She hadn't said a word to him but her eyes...they hinted at hours of conversation, things she might have said had they met under much different circumstances.
He sensed she was lonely that what she did to him now was what she felt she had to and not what she wished to. Maybe if he told her it was okay, that her secrets were safe with him, she'd let down his arms and her guard? Maybe then the night could take a much different path.
But again he remained silent.
She began to circle him, her skinny heels loud against the hard concrete floor. When she was before him once more she laid a hand in the center of his chest and lowered her lashes to hide her eyes. She wore gloves, long, black, elegant gloves and the satin cooled his heated skin.
It occurred to him to be scared. After all, he had no real idea what she might do to him. He'd seen her nostrils flare when the chains had first ripped at his wrists and he'd caught a brief glimpse of lethal fangs when she had captured her plump bottom lip between her teeth while struggling to secure the shackles.
The hand she'd placed against his chest began a slow journey downward, the fabric of her glove growing warmer as it collected his sweat. Just as she reached the trail of hair below his naval he decided the silence had to be broken.
"Just tell me what you want from me."
She froze, as if his voice were the last sound she expected to hear. Her eyes settled on his face, the icy blue color no less startling than it had been hours ago when he'd first looked into them and sealed his fate.
"I mean, really, are the chains necessary?" He rattled them, making her attention stray toward his bound wrists. He took her distraction as an opportunity to study her features. She looked young, very young, too young to have a man chained in a warehouse well past midnight, and yet here he was...waiting.
"I do not wish to have you speak." Her voice shocked the hell out of him. He hadn't expected the husky, seductive tone of one twice her age or the harsh, European accent.
"So I'm just supposed to hang here and take whatever you deal out?"
For several moments she stared straight into his eyes and he felt the same fuzziness he'd experienced earlier. Once again, she had him and there was nothing he could do about it.
After that, words formed on his tongue but he swallowed each and every one. What was the point of wasting breath and energy talking to her?
Her gloved fingers encircled his cock and stroked to the tip without hesitation. The satin added an erotic touch he'd never experienced before. The more she stroked, the more willing he was to hang from the chains.
A groan built in his throat as the pressure for release built in his balls. As if sensing both, she stopped and released him to wrap both arms around his body. Her hands cupped his ass and she squeezed the muscle while leaning her body into his. She was short enough to tuck her head under his chin and her lips teased the hollow of his throat. The hot jab of her tongue was an unexpected pleasure when he'd been anticipating the sting of teeth.
Keeping one hand on his ass, she worked the other between their bodies to once more grasp his cock. She began to stroke in time to the gentle thrusts of her tongue against his throat. The thrusts turned to full out licking and her hand began to pull more than stroke. The skin grew painfully tight around the head only to slacken as she moved her hand back toward the tip. Over and over she tugged at him until he had no idea if it was the best thing he'd ever felt or if it hurt like hell.
His body must have liked it because he felt the first drops of cum seep from the slit. As insane as it was, he worried about staining the black fabric of her gloves, but if she cared about such things it didn't show in the way she slipped her palm over the head of his cock to absorb the moisture and use it to enhance her next tight drag down to the base.
He finally closed his eyes and gave into the sensations. His whole nervous system seemed centered in his groin. Nothing existed but the feel of her satiny hand.
Then she bit him.
The shock of her teeth piercing through the flesh her tongue had just been teasing caused him to tug on the chains. They rattled loudly and his shoulders screamed in protest, the muscles beckoning the blood back into his arms. She seemed to intercept the flow of blood, leaving his arms cold and useless.
He stopped fighting because the pain of moving threatened to knock him out.
He could hear her sucking at his throat, swallowing discreetly every so often then sucking some more. The sounds filled his mind with images of her on her knees. Thinking of her ruby red lips around his cock dulled the sting of her teeth and he began to move against the tight grip of her hand.
The sucking stopped and he held his breath, expecting her to release his cock and deny him any pleasure whatsoever.
He was wrong.
The moment passed and her mouth once more pulled at his throat while her hand worked his erection. The combination left him shaking and breathless.
How long she fed, he didn't know. Time ceased to matter as his mind focused on the promise of release. Each time his climax drew near, she'd halt the movements of her hand, denying him the relief. He'd shudder, catch his breath then she'd begin to stroke him again. All the while, she took his blood.
How much blood could he possibly give her, or was he meant to die here?

to be continued...perhaps...

L Rosario 4-11-08

Love Letter

2008-03-07T08:08:00.004-05:00

My Love ~

I wonder if you know you possess the power to torment even when you are nowhere near me?
Did you realize your taste lingers on and in my mouth? Or that my skin tingles in all the places you worshiped last night? Writing these words brings it all back until the memories become reality.
I hear your breath in my ear, feel your fingers skimming down my bare spine and tremble as the heat of your body presses me to the bed....
Darling, I miss you, I need you...I crave you more now than I ever thought possible.
Come to me soon so that you can tease me, taste me...fill me...

Yours in everything and in every way....

Captive Valentine

2008-02-05T11:45:00.000-05:00

“I want you to be my captive fantasy tonight.” He winked and stroked the chain.

All the blood in Sera’s body raced to the center of her thighs and she squirmed in the chair, making the leather creak. Suddenly the office was too hot, her dress was too tight, and Valentino’s expression promised way too many things. He continued to stroke the chain. Petting it until she envied every damn link.

“You said you trusted me, and you know I’d never hurt you.”

She dragged her gaze off his hands. “Where, exactly, am I going to be chained up?” Dear God, was she really going to agree to this? Maybe she was the insane one?

He gathered the chain in his hand and reached into the box for the shackles. “Follow me.”

Despite the subtle stirrings of unease, she followed him into the club, only to be shocked by the transformation it had undergone. The lights were usually turned low, for ambiance of course, but they were turned off now. Dozens of fat, red candles were scattered around to light the large stage, and they gave off a strong cinnamon fragrance that turned Sera’s unease to hungry anticipation.

She’d always loved the smell of warm cinnamon. In fact, cinnamon rolls were the one thing she missed most since becoming a vampire, so she baked them over the holidays to fill the apartment with the aroma and then handed them out as gifts. Silly? Yeah, but whatever.

Valentino headed for the stage and hopped up onto the sleek black floor. Normally, it was lit from below with lights that flashed in time with whatever music the dancer chose. How did she know? Becca, her friend and a waitress at the club, shared every minute detail of most of the performances. The only guy she didn’t gossip about was Raphael. Why? Simple. Becca was head over heels for him and considered him off limits. As if Sera cared what he looked like naked.

Anyway, the stage wasn’t lit up right now, except for the candles. Their flames flickered over the floor and in turn over Valentino as he knelt down to look her in the eyes. “Give me your hand.”

Sera did, and he helped her up onto the stage, rising to his feet in nearly the same motion. He led her to a chair she hadn’t thought to look for. It had a padded leather seat and a high, fancy back. It looked like a little throne, in fact. She met his gaze. “I take it this is to be my prison?”

He used his grip on her hand to pull her against him. “If you don’t want to do this, say so.” The smoldering look in his eyes said he really wanted to.

Sera eased out of his partial embrace and sat on the chair. She folded her hands in her lap and looked up at him. “I trust you.” And she did, but she was still a little concerned about the chain.

“Good.” Valentino let the chain fall out of his palm and drop to the stage. It made a loud noise that echoed around the quiet club, but neither of them flinched. Moving behind her, he asked for her hands, and when she complied, he clamped the furry shackles around her wrists. “Too tight?”

Sera shook her head. For some reason, her nipples strained against the front of her bodice and she was already soaking wet. Maybe Valentino knew something she didn’t? Clearly this bondage scenario turned her on. “So what is the chain for?” she asked as he moved back around to stand in front of her. A quick peek at the front of his pants let her know this little scenario affected him as well.

He kicked the chain under the chair. “It’s for later.”

“Later. Now, why does that scare me?”

He dropped to his knees and spread his hands over the top of her thighs. The dress was short enough to show a great deal of skin, and as he trailed his fingers over the hem, he could have easily touched the crotch of her panties, but he didn’t. Damn him. “You aren’t really scared, and we both know it.”

Sera licked her lips and jerked her head toward the stage. “Are you planning to dance for me?”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

She rattled her shackles behind the chair. “It would certainly add to the torment.” To have him naked in front of her without the ability to touch him...ugh, there weren’t words to describe the cruelty of that.

His hands slid under the hem of her dress, close to but still not touching her panties. He leaned into her legs and brought his face close to hers. “Ask me to strip for you.”

The longer she was with him, the easier it became to voice what she wanted out loud. Nonetheless, it made her blush every time. “I want you to strip for me,” she whispered. They were alone, but still, it was awkward.

Smiling, he dusted his fingers over her panties. The brief contact shot fire up through her body and straight to her heart. “Your wish is my command.”

His touch trailed lightly down her thighs as he rose to his feet then turned to saunter away. If she weren’t a vampire, she’d have lost sight of him beyond the candles’ reach, but there were benefits to having to drink blood and she gleefully enjoyed the flow of his pants over his ass as he bent at the waist to hit a button on some built-in sound system. Low, thumping music filled the club, and he turned back to her. His smile was nearly enough to send her body into orbit, but the prospect of watching him strip was good, too.

He walked—no, he strutted—to the center of the stage, his gaze locked on her face the whole time. Very slowly and deliberately, he peeled his black T-shirt off and let it drift down to the stage. The music pulsed, and his hips caught the rhythm with fluid gyrations. The movement drew her attention to the low waist of his pants and the outline of his penis against the silky fabric. He wasn’t fully erect, but he didn’t need to be to be impressive. She stared and licked her lips, envisioning the pants down around his ankles.

“Stripping is an art, Sera.” His voice pulled her gaze to his face. “If I just shove my pants down, where’s the show?”

“Trust me, it’ll be a delightful show if you cut right to the chase.” She squirmed on the leather cushion and pulled at her shackles. The fur tickled her wrists and increased the sexual tension in her body.

Valentino continued to slither to the music, moving closer with every beat. Eventually, he stood near enough to touch if she’d had her hands free. He coiled the drawstring of his pants around his finger and pulled. The waistband loosened and slid low enough to torment her with a glimpse of his pubic hair. Oh God. His seductive chuckle tightened her skin and she glanced up. He winked and blew her a kiss.

“I’m very glad you don’t do this professionally anymore.” She had to force the words past the dryness of her throat.

Releasing the drawstring, he leaned forward and braced his hands on the high back of the chair. His arms caged her in. “Do you say that because I’m no good?”

Sera turned to kiss Valentino’s forearm. She brushed his skin with her lips then licked him from wrist to mid-arm before looking him in the eye again. “You’re too good, and you know it so stop asking me stupid questions.”

He chuckled again and pushed away. “I have to keep going or the song will end.”

“Heaven forbid.” Her sarcasm only earned her a sexy wink before Valentino dropped to his knees and leaned back to brace his weight on his hands. The position stretched the defined muscles of his torso and pulled his pants tight across his groin. The display bordered on obscene and made her mouth water. He pumped his hips then rolled them as the song’s tempo increased. The sexy movements of his body actually paled in comparison to the expression on his face. With his lids at half mast and his lips slightly parted, he looked ready to come and Sera could only stare, gnaw on her bottom lip and wish they were having sex right now.

Her thoughts became more vivid when Valentino slid his hands outward in order to lie on his back. His ankles met his spine, creating a beautiful line of muscle and golden skin. For some reason, becoming a vampire had done nothing to dim Valentino’s luscious natural coloring, and for that, she’d always be eternally grateful. She loved the way her pale legs looked entwined around his golden thighs. Not to mention the contrast of her hand around his—

Her mind went blank as Valentino slid a hand down the center of his body. His fingers disappeared inside his pants and she watched with her mouth hanging open as he rearranged the long line of his penis. He eased his hand back out and rested it over his naval, just above the now visible head of his erection. Oh God.

She couldn’t take anymore, and he wasn’t even naked yet. “Val, let me go.”

~excerpt taken from Captive Valentine by: L. Rosario

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Wolf's Lover

2007-12-11T19:05:00.000-05:00

It wasn't the easiest role to fill,
but someone had to do it...

He liked it from behind, not that such an affectation surprised me. He'd sneak up on me when I least expected it, wrap his arms around me and meld his warm fur into my skin. I loved him in this half man/half beast state. It made him different, unique and me the envy of every woman.
Tonight started the same. I moaned low in my throat and rubbed against him as best I could while he pawed my clothing out of the way. My breasts swelled before he even touched them and another moan escaped when he finally cupped me. I waited to feel the dangerous brush of his teeth at my nape, but it never came...
"It is time I made you my true mate." There was a serious edge to his tone that didn't quite match the eager erection pressing into my spine.
I said nothing in response to his announcement. It was his choice to make and my willingness to be his lover was bound to lead me to this exact moment. To say no now would make me a hypocrite, not to mention a cruel bitch.
He continued to palm my breasts, kneading them to the point of near pain while his hot breath filled my ear. "Are you ready for this?"
I nodded and covered his hands with my own, increasing the pressure of his touch. He needed to know I wasn't afraid. Whatever he had in mind, I could take it.
His breath was replaced by a loud, rumbling growl. I knew that sound, loved it and it sent a hot wave of lust down my body. In a blur, the rest of my clothes vanished, leaving only my sweaty skin and his fur-covered muscles. His hands were almost cruel as he gripped my shoulders and pressed me against the wall. I barely had time to breathe before my hips were yanked back and his cock slipped inside.
The abrupt intrusion hurt, but it was nothing I didn't want, and my body liquefied around him as he pulled out and thrust back in. Our panting combined to make one loud breathy song then his teeth found the back of my shoulder.
I screamed, partly from the pain but mostly from pleasure. He ripped at me with his mouth while continuing to pound into me with his hard flesh. My orgasm built but he refused to alter his thrusts to let me come. I had no choice but to endure the promise of a great release.
Clawing at the wall, I bit my lip, tasted blood and swallowed the urge to beg.
My shoulder burned now, where he'd ripped skin from bone, and the rest of my body was nearly numb. He had to push harder to get my swollen pussy to yield for him. His pelvis slammed against my ass just as he licked at my wound and it was enough to unleash the climax that had been hovering just below the surface.
I screamed again and felt his fingers turn to claws. The male flesh inside me expanded to a size I shouldn't have been able to accommodate but my body did nothing to reject him. A few more thrusts, and he came in a rush of growling curses.
The air around us reeked of blood, sex and wolf.
"It is done." He kissed my ear and held me close while I shivered from the shock of it all.
Come morning, the woman I'd always been would be no more....
L Rosario 12/11/07

Exiled excerpt

2007-11-20T14:04:00.001-05:00

Part two - you can find part one at My Other Haven

He took a step back as if she’d struck him, and laughed nervously. “You don’t waste time, do you?” Still facing her, he continued to move away.

“Is there a point to doing so?” Nadia dropped her shoes and followed his backward progress through the sand. Now that she knew what the night had in store, she was very eager to get on with it. First some blood then she’d see if the naughty glint in this man’s eyes matched his sexual prowess. She certainly hoped so.

He retreated and she stalked, until the soft sand gave way to sharp gravel and his back connected with the wooden surround housing a rather primitive looking shower head. His eyes widened when she didn’t break stride, but lost much of their unease the moment her body melted against his.

He gripped her shoulders briefly then slid his hands deep into her hair to yank her face back. “What exactly are you after?”

Nadia lowered her gaze to his mouth, then further still to his neck. She licked her lips and let the hunger seep into her voice. “I’m after you, and everything you have to offer.” She expected him to say something, or ask more questions, but he did neither. Wrenching her head back again to see her eyes, he smiled and captured her mouth.

He did not taste like the ocean after all. Oh no, he was much more delicious than that. She sipped the minty flavor from his tongue as he shoved it into her mouth. The taste, along with the coconut smell of his skin, made her liken him to a decadent after-dinner treat. Yes, it had been a very long time since anything resembling food had melted in her mouth, but she could still recall the joy of savoring a good dessert, and this man brought all those memories back.

Originally, she’d been unable to think of anything but getting her fangs into his veins, but now she wanted to lay him out on the sand and nip at him from head to toe. Or maybe she’d start at his feet and work up? And maybe she’d lick him instead. At first anyway, then she’d sink her teeth into him, perhaps starting with the hard muscles of his shoulder, which currently flexed under her hand.

A groan built at the back of her throat but never had the chance to form as the kiss deepened. Any noise she might have made, he immediately took into his mouth and swallowed before thrusting his tongue over hers again. The depth and ferocity of the kiss staggered her, and she had to clutch at his shoulders to keep her spine from bowing. She couldn’t recall the last time her knees had been weak, but they barely supported her now.

Clearly, she’d been without blood for too long. What other possible explanation was there?

Finally, he pulled back, keeping his mouth just above hers. He opened his eyes, but only enough to peer at her through long, dark lashes. “Wow.”

Nadia smiled at first, but then gave into the swell of laughter racing up her throat. It burst out and echoed around the deserted beach. Horrified, she slapped a hand over her mouth and ducked her head to hide from the amusement on his face but his grip on her hair easily forced her gaze back up.

“Sorry.” He smiled around the apology and shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t think any other word really applied.”

Nadia shook her head and finally lowered her hand. “No, don’t apologize.” She brushed her index finger over his lips. They were still warm from the kiss and a deeper pink than before. “You’re mouth is stunning.”

It was his turn to laugh, though he did so with a bit less gusto. “Thank you, but yours isn’t too bad either.”

She knew how beautiful she was, but still she smiled at the compliment. “Before you came along, I was heading back to my motel to take a shower. To be honest, I despise the smell of the beach, and I can’t imagine taking this little encounter further until I’ve washed it away.”

“That’s an easy fix.” He released her and positioned her a few steps back, until she stood on the sand once more. Grinning, he reached behind his back, and in a matter of seconds a narrow stream of water gushed out of the shower head. “I think this will do just fine, don’t you?”

She opened her mouth to answer but held her tongue as he stepped away from the spray of water to take his tank top off. Muscles stretched under his skin as he flung the shirt far from where they stood. She’d barely registered the full glory of his torso before he reached for his shorts. They were so baggy, once he undid the first button they simply fell to his feet, leaving him clad in the smallest bathing suit she’d ever seen on a man. At least she thought the scrap of white was a bathing suit. Whatever it was, she liked it. A lot.

Despite the minuscule size of the swimsuit and the impressive package within, she dropped her gaze to his thighs as he backed up again. Muscles danced under his skin then tightened as the first drops of water hit. Following the stream of water upward, she watched as it cascaded between his pecs, down his tight abdomen and past the suit to finally reach his legs. It was as if the water taunted her, silently provoking her to let her mouth follow the path it took. The sight, the thought, all of it made her knees weak.

With a quiet but tortured groan, Nadia quickly took off her clothes. The priceless silk blouse deserved better than being tossed onto the sand, but she didn’t care. Her jeans were next, followed by her bra and panties. Naked, she stepped forward, too impatient to allow him any time to gawk and enjoy the view.

Flattening her hands to his warm chest, she moved him aside just enough to let the water splash over her. It was cold but felt surprisingly good as it streamed down the line of her spine. “Mmm.”

“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?”

Nadia shifted slightly so she could lift her head without getting water in her eyes. “It’s actually freezing, but I like it. Very invigorating.”

He chuckled and took hold of her shoulders to plant her back against the rough wooden wall. The water fell unchecked between them but then bounced off his shoulders as he moved toward her. Pinned by his body, she felt the trapped line of his erection and suddenly hated the sinfully tiny bathing suit. She wanted him naked.

Lowering her hands, she slid her fingers into the waistband and brushed against the hidden drawstring. She coiled the cord around her first two fingers and pulled it free, using it to ease the suit away from his body. With her other hand, she pushed at his chest until he took the hint and stepped back. Water ran down the center of his body to disappear into his suit.

His stomach muscles contracted as he sucked in a shocked gulp of air. “Fuck, that’s cold.”

Nadia used the drawstring to pull him forward again and clucked her tongue. “Such language in front of a lady. Shame on you.”

“Forgive me for saying this, but you don’t look or kiss like a fucking lady.”

His intentional cursing made her smile. She’d always liked the spice of rebellion in her men. It made their blood taste oh so yummy, and the taking of it a great deal of fun. “Lucky for you, right?”

“Yeah.” He bent down to brush his lips across hers. “I feel pretty lucky right now.”

Hopefully he’d feel the same tomorrow when he woke up with vague memories and a little bit less blood.

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Happy Halloween

2007-10-31T09:32:00.000-04:00

My sexy vampires are hungry...

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Unexpected Lust

2007-09-14T14:43:00.000-04:00

How was I to know....

I thought the place was empty. The doors had been locked hours ago but the sound of mumbled voices clearly reached my ears. I tiptoed my way toward the lap pool, peeked in and saw nothing. Maybe what I'd heard had only been echoes somehow getting in from outside? I shrugged and turned to leave, only to hear the murmur of voices again.

If someone had lingered, they needed to be told to leave and I was the only one here.

Pushing the door open all the way, I stalked toward the pool, determined to play the enforcer. The voices grew louder and more distinct. Two men, from what I could tell and they were in the changing room. As I approached, I plucked two discarded towels from beside the pool. They were damp, letting me know that whoever lingered had enjoyed a swim first. Great, now the floor would need to be cleaned again.

Irritated, I reached the doorway of the changing room and peered in. Of course, I saw nothing, thanks to the twists and turns designed to prevent anyone from seeing anything. I had to go in if I meant to kick the guys out. I should call out first, in case they weren't decent, but I was too angry and tired to think straight. I circled around the first twist and stopped dead.

Yes, they'd definitely enjoyed a swim. Both guys were dressed in tiny black bathing suits, the kind worn by the swim team that had practiced here all weekend. Their hair was plastered to their heads, though one of them had at least taken the time to slick his out of his face. The other didn't seem to care about the wet fringe dangling in his eyes. They continued to speak, obviously unaware that they were no longer alone, and I took a step prepared to announce my presence. Just then, the one with his hair slicked back turned more toward his friend and offered an apple.

For some reason I registered the perfection of the yellowy-green skin and the way his long, narrow fingers looked lightly clasping the fruit. I expected the other man to simply take the apple, but he didn't. To my shock, he reached for the other man's wrist and lifted it to place the apple at his mouth. They locked gazes as he bit into the apple.

A voice screamed in my head to leave. Instinct told me where this was leading and I sure as hell didn't want to watch. So why the hell didn't I leave?

The crunch of the apple was loud in the all but deserted dressing room, as was the pounding of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to make a sound that might alert them. Clutching the wet towels to my chest, I sank back around the corner, still able to see but secure that I was more hidden than before. Not that they seemed inclined to notice.

Having bitten into the apple, the man pulled back, holding the chunk between his teeth. The other man smiled, lowered his arm and leaned forward to share the bite. Their noses brushed alongside one another and they angled as if kissing. Oh God...with wide eyes, I watched the apple disappear to finally let their mouths meet. Something foreign twisted in my gut and I rubbed my legs together, not wanting to admit what I was feeling.

The kiss involved nothing but their mouths, no other part of their bodies touched, but the intensity of it could be felt all the way across the room. My lips tingled and I swept my tongue out in an attempt to ease the discomfort. The friction caused a moan to form and I swallowed it before it could betray me. I could do nothing to stop the gasp though as the one man suddenly buried his hands in the other's hair and used the grip to push him against the lockers. The apple fell to the floor to roll under a bench. No one, including myself, gave a damn.

Masculine hands curled around to caress a very masculine back then slid down to cup the tight ass encased in the tiny swimsuit. There was a raw groan, and for a moment, I feared I'd made the sound but soon realized I was too paralyzed to have done so. With the help of those hands, the suit slipped down to reveal skin whiter than the rest of the man's body. Sleek, smooth and rounded, it was an ass anyone would stare at. At least that's how I justified staring.

The kiss ended to allow the man against the locker to drop to his knees. Another groan filled the air, followed by an unmistakable shudder of pleasure. I gripped the towels, wanting to leave and irritated that I couldn't see what was happening. Their bodies shifted and the man standing now exposed his profile to me. His hair still hung over his eyes, more so now as he looked down to watch the actions of his friend. Nothing prevented me from seeing the thrust of his penis as it parted the other man's lips. Engorged and reddened, it thrust and withdrew with staggering aggression but the receiver never once flinched. Grabbing the man's ass, he held on and took every inch as it was forced down his throat.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Never before had I been so aware of my body. My nipples ached under my t-shirt, the humidity in the room seemed heavy on my skin, my sex wept with need -- a soft curse pulled my gaze back to the shocking scene in time to watch the one man take hold of the other's hair. He held the man's head still for the final thrust and came with jerky movements that tightened the muscles of his ass.

I bit my lip to stop the need to groan but failed. The noise slipped out and the man whipped his head around before his climax had ended. Lips parted, eyes slightly dazed, he looked at me with mild confusion then shuddered one more time. The other man eased back, licked his lips and then fixed his gaze on me as well.

For a lifetime, silence stretched between the three of us.

The man on his knees glanced up at his friend, but the other one had eyes only for me. Not bothering to fix the suit riding low on his hips, he turned fully and crossed his arms over his chest. The sight, after what I had just witnessed, should not have been as sexy as it was. But God help me, it was.

"Did you enjoy the show?" His voice was rich and deep and I recalled hearing it earlier in the day and trying to identify the owner in the group of swimmers.

I licked my lips but couldn't speak. The other man got to his feet, a slight smile playing at his mouth. Now that I could clearly see his face, I saw how lush his lips were and my mind filled with the image of the other man's cock between them. Oh God...

"I think we shocked her." This from the one with the smile.

"Did we?" He uncrossed his arms, fixed his suit and held out a hand. "You don't look particularly shocked. In fact..." he stepped over the bench to take my hand. The towels fell to the floor, as abandoned as the apple. "You look like you could use a little relief."

Before I could think a single coherent thought, my back was to the locker and a mouth that tasted like it had just pleasured a man closed over mine. I finally let the moan out that I felt like I'd been holding my entire life. The lips angled, his tongue pushed into my mouth and I surrendered. The cold, unforgiving locker was replaced by a hard, flesh and bone body and hands encircled me to cup my breasts. He kneaded me through the t-shirt, pinching my nipples and adding to the ache. When he slipped his hands under my shirt, I gasped but couldn't free myself from the other's kiss.

I was trapped. Trapped between a mouth that could seduce a nun and a body fashioned by the gods...

L Rosario 9/14/07

Just Friends?

2007-08-24T10:57:00.000-04:00

"Why are you doing this? Why now?" I clenched my hands into fists to resist pushing him away.

"Doing what?"

I wanted to scream. Damn him and his wide, innocent eyes. "How can you not know?"

"You're making no sense." He ran his hands up my arms to grip my shoulders. The contact made me shiver, and he frowned. "You're cold, let me hold you." He tried to pull me closer but I struggled.

"No, I don't want you to hold me." This time, I pushed him away and broke free of his grasp. "I don't want any of this." Panic seeped into my tone and I cringed at the squeak of my words. "Just go."

"Is that really what you want?" He fixed a steady gaze on me, imprisoning me with those Goddamn eyes of his. "I thought you wanted things to change between us?" Oh great, now he sounded wounded. Of all things, hurting him was the one thing I could not face right now.

I covered my ears and lowered my gaze to the floor. "You have to go. I can't think about any of this right now." Tears welled to the surface and a lump burned at the base of my throat. Oh God, why was any of this happening? Why did everything have to change? Why couldn’t he be as happy as I was with the way things were?

But are you really happy?

I pressed my hands closer to my ears, knowing nothing would silence the voice in my head.

"I tasted the truth in your kiss last night."

I jerked my gaze up and my hands fell to my sides. "Don't--"

"Are you going to stand there and lie straight to my face?" The wounded tone had turned angry. "Go on then. Tell me you kissed me just for the hell of it and not because you've been wanting to for ages."

I opened my mouth and nothing came out. We both knew I couldn't lie to him.

Again he reached for me and my entire body stiffened as his hands settled on my shoulders. "Don't push me away just because you're afraid."

"I'm not afraid. I just don't want things to change." It was partially the truth. If things changed they could never go back. What if it all went horribly wrong? What if I did something to push him away and I lost him forever? Life would be worthless after that, and that was what I refused to let happen. I'd sacrifice the pleasure I felt during our kiss just to keep him in my life. But why couldn't he understand that? Why didn't he feel the same?

So many questions and I asked none of them.

He smiled, but the gesture was tempered by caution. "If both of us want this, there is nothing to worry about." Slipping his hands from my shoulders to my face, he cupped my cheeks and forced me to hold his gaze. "I want this."

Oh God.

Unable to look in those eyes, I shifted my attention lower and found the mouth I'd sampled last night. Oh God. All night, the taste and texture of those lips had haunted me. If I'd felt nothing during that kiss I wouldn't have to deal with any of this right now, but I'd felt so much. Oh God, this was so wrong.

"I have an idea."

I gladly pulled my gaze from his mouth. "What?"

"Kiss me again."

"What?!" Was he crazy? How the hell was that a good idea? I gaped at him and he chuckled.

"You aren't thinking straight or you would recognize the logic."

I could only shake my head within his hands. No, he was the one not thinking straight, because clearly I was the only one thinking ahead, the only one willing to realize how wrong all of this was, the only one willing to put a stop to this conversation before things got ruined just by suggesting a change.

"You kissed me last night--" I parted my lips but he quickly shut them with a brush of his thumb. "Because you wanted to, right? Or are you going to lie about that too?"

"I have no idea why I kissed you." I had to say it behind his thumb and that meant tasting his skin. Oh God.

"For God's sake, just admit it." I don't think I'd ever seen him truly angry but I sensed I might be about to.

"Fine." I didn't offer anything else and after a few moments he arched a brow. "Fine, yes, I wanted to. Happy?"

"Why did you want to? Why last night?"

Jesus, I didn't know. What difference did it make?

"Tell me," he persisted.

"I was drunk."

Anger flashed in his eyes and he flung me away. "You had two sips of wine. Just forget it." He turned away and snatched his keys from the coffee table. "Call me when you figure out what the hell you want."

Oh my God. I'd ruined it all already.

Nausea nearly crippled me as I stumbled after him, desperate to reach him before he made it to the door. I snatched at his sleeve and forced some incoherent sound from my lips. He stopped and turned, dislodging my fingers from his shirt as he did so. The look in his eyes was no less irritated and angry.

"You're right." I said the words while trying to swallow the bile at the back of my throat. "You're right about everything. I wanted to kiss you. I enjoyed kissing you and I want to--" I choked, shook my head then lurched toward him. He gasped as I pushed his back against the door.

"What--"

I slammed my mouth over his, silencing him. If he said anything at all, I'd lose the nerve I needed to do what I wanted to do, and that was kiss him. The moment my lips touched his, the rational part of my brain took a holiday. It was even better than last night. I didn't know how that was possible, but it was true. He tasted richer, sweeter. More perfect.

His hands plunged into my hair, holding me steady while I continued to ravish his mouth and madness consumed me. I ripped at his shirt, wanting it off but unwilling to abandon his mouth to get the damn thing over his head so I shoved it up his chest as far as it would go, exposing him to my impatient hands. I wanted to touch all of him, all at once, and after a lingering journey along the muscles of his chest I aimed for the top of his jeans.

All the while, I sucked at his tongue and drank from his mouth as if stopping would kill me.

His jeans opened and I plunged a hand inside. He gasped in my mouth and tried to pull away, but somehow I possessed the strength to overpower him. This kiss would end when I wanted it to.

The jeans and underwear were an impediment I didn't have the tolerance to deal with. I shoved both past his hips and wrapped my hand around the hard length of his erection. He pulsed and jerked within my grip, filling my palm with a glorious weight and heat. Pleasure burned through me, distracting me enough to allow him to finally pull free of my mouth.

Gasping for breath, he used my hair to force my head back. The look in his eyes was something I had only dreamed of seeing. Yes, damnit, I admit that friendship had never been enough. This heat was what I had wanted from the very beginning. But still I feared the flames would simply consume us and leave nothing but charred remains once the fire burned out.

Rational thinking began to intrude and I shook my head and started to loosen my grip.

"No. Stop thinking." With a little nudge, he sent me backwards toward the couch, matching me step for step so that our bodies never lost contact. I hit the cushion and toppled back, losing my breath when he crashed on top of me. There was no apology, nothing, just the renewed pressure of his mouth as he kissed the willpower out of me.

Hadn't I been in control? If so, I certainly wasn't anymore.

With a frenzy that shocked me, he clawed at my clothes until he was settled between my thighs. I gasped or stopped breathing, or something, because the kiss ended and he lifted his head to stare at me.

Time stopped as I stared into his eyes. This was it. If I said stop, he'd stop and things would never be the same regardless. Everything had changed last night, the moment I had given into my weakness. Fear tightened my gut and I moistened my lips, trying to find the right words to say.

He shook his head and lowered his face to kiss me lightly on the cheek. I waited, thinking he'd find just the right thing to say to ease my doubts, hoping he still possessed even a little bit of rationality. But the words never came.

His lips slid to my mouth and his body slid into mine.

L. Rosario - 8/24/07

The Taste of it...

2007-08-02T08:54:00.001-04:00

"Just one lick, and you're forever addicted..."

I pressed my back to the wall as he advanced. Seeing him in all his vampiric glory in no way dimmed the sexual aura around him, the very aura I'd been drawn to despite the danger.

"I smell your fear." He halted before me, nostrils flaring. "Why do you suddenly fear my touch?"

"I'm not afraid of you." It was a twisted truth. I wasn't afraid of him but I was terrified. Terrified that I'd agree to whatever he asked of me. Terrified that I might even enjoy doing so.

He reached out, his fingers finding the bleeding wound at my neck. His bite had begun as a pleasurable sensation but then something had shifted, and the pain had made me struggle to be free. In that struggle, skin had torn and more blood had been spilled. The thickness of it trickled down the side of my neck.

With his eyes locked on mine, he carried blood stained fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "You have no idea how delicious you are." Again, he brushed his hand over the wound, collecting more blood. "Take a taste, my darling."

I turned away as he pressed his stained fingers to my mouth. The metallic taste was familiar and not unwelcome but some lingering rebellion made it impossible for me to part my lips and take that lick.

He moved closer. "I want to watch you lick them clean." His touch grew more persistent and he dragged my bottom lip down with the tip of one finger. "Do not make me force you."

I slid my gaze to his face and clashed with the pale blue eyes. His dominance infuriated me and l made sure all that emotion leaked into my expression.

Chuckling, he leaned closer with one forearm propped against the wall, and continued to drag his bloody fingers over my mouth. "We both know you're a naughty little girl looking for a bit of danger, so do not pretend to be better than me. The dishonesty of doing so fills the air with a most unpleasant stench, and I'd rather smell the fragrance of your blood." His breath tickled my ear. "Now take my fingers into your mouth and suck them clean."

It was a tone no sane person would defy, or at least that's the excuse I'd use later to justify doing exactly what he demanded I do.

Parting my lips, I licked first then pulled his long index finger into my mouth. The taste of blood exploded against my tongue then intensified as he shoved the second finger in. Terrified I might gag, I wrapped my hand around his wrist to control his movements. Tendons and muscle flexed under my grip and his breath grew ragged in my ear.

"Do you like the taste of it, my darling?"

How could I answer when his fingers were teasing the back of my throat? I mumbled around his fingers and sucked hard. In no time, the taste of blood was replaced by the unique flavor of his skin and I tightened my grip on his wrist to pull his fingers from my mouth. Our gazes met and I could easily see the hunger turning his eyes a paler shade of blue.

"Happy?" I snapped.

With a growl, he cupped the back of my head and jerked it back to expose my neck. I barely had time to gasp before his mouth was sealed over the wound. The sting of fangs made me shudder, but unlike before, there was only minimal pain. I gripped his shoulders and commanded my body to relax. Tensing only made things worse, I had learned at least that lesson tonight.

After a few moments, he lifted his head, revealing blood stained lips. "Take it from my mouth."

I hesitated but his harsh grip in my hair pushed me forward. Our mouths smashed together and despite my intent to resist, I sucked at his bottom lip then slid my tongue past his sharp teeth. The blood tasted so much different than it had on his fingers. It was warmer, wetter, more delicious...

L Rosario ~ 8/02/07

Hunger

2007-07-13T08:49:00.001-04:00

Never underestimate a hungry vampire

It'd been three nights...three long nights with no blood. To label what she felt as mere hunger could not perfectly illustrate the raw ache in her gut, the dry agony of her throat or the numbness of her fangs. She needed a vein, and she needed one now. Prowling the usual haunts had yielded nothing. It was as if a bulletin had been sent out, warning prospective victims away, but surely nothing of the sort had happened. This dry spell would end, and God willing, it would end sooner rather than later.
Around the very next corner, she saw him.
Her heels scraped against the wet pavement as she suddenly froze in her tracks to stare. He stood with his profile to her, head down, one hand shoved in his front pocket while the other held his hair back from his face. Even running low on blood, she could summon the power necessary to detect his deepest thoughts.
Someone had hurt him, and very recently. And by hurt, she did not mean physical pain. This pain ran deeper, and it weakened him, leaving him the perfect victim to give her what she craved.
Letting her heels ring out on the pavement, she approached. He looked up, his face partially illuminated by the glaring EXIT sign hanging above a nearby door. She knew that door led to a ritzy nightclub, a favorite hang-out for bored, wealthy socialites. Had he just come from there? There was nothing ostentatious about his jeans or nondescript button-down shirt to suggest he had, but why else linger outside the exit door? She'd bet her last dollar, whoever had wounded him was still inside.
He released his hair, and tucked some strands behind his ear, while studying her with a steady gaze.
"Can I help you?" His tone made it clear that she was intruding where she was not welcome.
"Yes," she purred, letting all the hunger she felt seep into that one word. "You most certainly can help me." Stopping before him, she drank in the loveliness of his features. Her intent was to get some good blood in her veins, and taking it from this beauty would certainly make the experience all the more enjoyable. Once she took the edge off her hunger, maybe she'd take a few sips from his glorious mouth.
"Look," he began, pulling her gaze from his mouth up to his eyes. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone."
She knew those words were a lie. The last thing he wanted was to be alone. In fact, he very much wanted to be with the bitch responsible for stomping on his hopes and dreams. What the hell kind of woman could possess such a man, and then toss him aside for another?
And people believed vampires were monsters. Ha!
"What is her name?" It was rude to ask, but he'd never surrender to her while another woman preyed on his thoughts.
"Excuse me?" Clearly agitated, he jammed his hand back into his hair and turned his face toward the door. "Look, I don't know who you are or what you want, but go find it from someone else."
"But you are exactly who I want it from." She moved closer, stepping between him and the door. His gaze dropped to her face and she gasped at the extraordinary wealth of emotion in his eyes. Suddenly, it seemed as though the tables had been turned and she was no longer the predator.
It was his turn to move closer, backing her up until the door and his body trapped her.
"Are you after a good time? Is that it?" He leaned closer and braced both hands against the steel door. "You know, maybe a good, quick, meaningless fuck is exactly what I need."
Heat shot through her body in response to the crude, angry words. He'd been hurt, used and disposed of, and now the need to do the same drove him just as her hunger drove her. If not for what she was, she'd be a little bit afraid. Hell, she'd be a lot afraid.
A little laugh worked its way up her throat. "You know, you don't strike me as the abusive type, but you certainly have my permission to do your worst."
He squeezed his eyes shut and cursed under his breath before lowering his arms and stepping back. "What the fuck?" Shaking his head, he stared at her for a moment and then turned his back. "Just get out of here, okay?"
But she couldn't.
She caught him as he started to stalk away. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she rested her cheek against his back and absorbed the rigid energy of his body. As gently as possible, she eased into his mind. His pain was like a impenetrable wall, but somehow she got around it to touch the part of him that other woman had no idea even existed.
"What are you doing?" The edge was gone from his tone.
"Shhh. Let me just hold you for a moment." But the moment could not go on forever, not when the smell of him taunted and the heat of his skin radiated through the thin cotton of his shirt. The hunger, which had propelled her into the night, returned in all its insatiable glory. The desire to ease his suffering might be strong, but her bloodlust was much more powerful.
First things first, and then perhaps...
"Look at me, my darling." She released him so he could do so, and he obeyed. Holding his gaze, she silently told him exactly what she needed, wanted, and above all else, craved.
His eyes widened, but after a brief moment, he undid the buttons of his shirt and slipped the garment off his arms. The body he revealed matched the beauty of his face, and she nearly turned away at the thought of marring him with her fangs.
"How could she not treasure you?" The words weren't meant to be spoken out loud, and she did not possess the power to take them back, once they had been.
He chuckled, but the sound held only pain. "You'll have to ask her that, once she's done sucking face with her new boyfriend, that is."
She shifted her attention from his chest to his face, and settled on the sensual line of his lips. "I cannot imagine he'll leave her satisfied." The urge to touch him lifted her arm and placed the tips of her fingers against his lips. "No, I cannot imagine at all."
"Yeah thanks, but obviously I'm not good enough for her." He spoke against her fingers then captured her wrist to move her hand down to his heart. "I gave her this, you know?"
Oh God...she did not want to hear this.
"Not sure, after the number she did on it, what I possibly have to offer you."
The pain in his voice scared her gaze away from his eyes, and she focused on his neck instead. "You have everything I need, and then some, I assure you."
"Yeah, right." His doubt was like a knife in her gut, and anger suddenly danced hand in hand with hunger.
Finally she looked into his eyes again. "Dammit, I'll prove it to you." She curled her hands over his bare shoulders while he watched her face. Pulling him closer, she once more dropped her attention to his mouth.
"A little physical pain might ease the emotional pain you're feeling, or I can give you only pleasure." She looked in his eyes. "It is your choice to make."
He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "What are you?"
To any other man, on any other night, she might have answered "your ultimate fantasy" or even "your worst nightmare."
But to this man, she merely leaned into the warmth of his body, wrapped her arms around his neck, lowered her face to the sweet promise of his throat and whispered, "Let me be your salvation."

L. Rosario ~ 7/13/07

Unleashed...

2007-06-18T13:53:00.001-04:00

I couldn't hold back anymore. He was right in front of me, everything I wanted and needed, and why would I not take what was offered?
Mindful of the way the light played across the contours of his body, I drank in the sight of him sprawled on my bed and began to shed my clothes. He smirked, aware now that what we both wanted was inevitably going to happen.
My hand shook as I dropped the last of my clothes to the floor. "Has it been worth the wait?" Where I gathered the strength to say the words with such arrogance, I'll never know.
"I don't know, ask me after we're done."
His words smacked of a reality I could not grasp. To be done, one had to begin.
Taking a deep breath, I knelt on the edge of the bed, straddling his thighs.
"Just do what you want, and touch me." It was as if his voice actually placed my hands on his chest. His skin was warm and perfect.
My heart banged loudly in my ears, my throat burned with dryness but I couldn't stop now.
Holding his gaze, I moved my hands up the center of his torso but he stopped me and moved them back down to the gaping waist of his jeans.
"No." He shook his head and sat up enough to watch as he laid my fingers over his crotch. "If you're finally going to give in, at least start somewhere good." His grip tightened, forcing me to squeeze the long line of his erection.
While I watched his face, he watched my hand. It was impossible to say what was more erotic, the look in his eyes or the feel of his flesh throbbing beneath my touch. I feared the combination might just kill me.
Get on with it then, my inner voice hissed in my ear. Stellar advice, considering how livid I'd be if I did die before finally feeling him moving in and over me.
No more dawdling.
Determined now, I shook off his guiding hand and peeled his jeans past his hips. He moved only to help the fabric slide past his bottom, and then settled into the mattress once more. Now his gaze landed on my face, but I refused to look up. The sheer weight of that look was more than enough.
"Was it worth the wait?" It was the humor in his voice that finally pulled my gaze to his face.
"I don't know, ask me when we're done." He laughed, and then quickly sobered when I slid my hand to the base of his shaft. Made bold by his soft moan of pleasure, I moved my grip up and then down once more. He throbbed against my palm and bucked his hips off the bed.
Taking hold of my hand, he shook his head. "No. There will be time for that later." He pulled at my wrist and I fell across his body. "For God's sake, do you need me to spell it out for you?"
I kissed him instead of answering.
His mouth softened under mine, and he emitted another moan before snaking his tongue past my teeth. The kiss turned needy and hungry before I could reign in how I felt. I sucked his tongue hard, released it to nibble at his lips and then did it all again just to make sure I would remember what it was like.
While I lost myself in the feel of his mouth, he used our joint grip on his cock to position it between my thighs. I was wet already, had been since he'd shown up at my door, so it was nothing for him to slip inside. The kiss became too hard to focus on as he thrust to the hilt.
"Oh God..." Dropping my head to his neck, I fought for breath but only managed to inhale the musky scent of his skin. The fragrance made me wild.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode each upward thrust of his hips. A sharp stab of pain shot through me each time I slammed against him but I was beyond caring. Tears burned my eyes, my lids begged to be lowered but I resisted. I needed to watch him. I needed to see the reflection of what I felt play across his face.
It made the moment real because despite the very solid length of him and the rapid bang of his heart under my hands, I feared I'd wake up at any moment...

LRosario 6-18-07

What a Woman Wants...

2007-05-27T19:05:00.001-04:00

It seems when a woman has her mind set, there's really no stopping her. Not that he really wished to. Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the seductive beauty, he wanted to get closer, to taste her, smell her, feel her. And now...well, it seemed he was the main dish.
"You seem nervous." Her voice soothed like a soft touch, and yet her eyes flashed behind the dark fringe of her bangs. There was more to her than met the eye, he'd stake his entire fortune on that.
"Me, nervous? No, anxious."
Smiling a bit dangerously, she pushed him onto the plush bed and crawled up his body. Her perfume was strong, and it teased and tormented all at once. There had to be something in the formula to incite lust because his body was harder than he could ever recall it being. Even as an untried, eager teen, he'd never felt this amped up and ready to go. God willing, he wouldn't put a premature end to the festivities.
The sweep of her tongue across her full lips shot fresh pain to his groin. "Let me get undressed, sweetheart." He cursed the amount of clothing he wore, wanting to feel the sleek perfection of her skin against his.
Without a word, she undid his tie, popped a few buttons on his shirt and then slithered down his body toward the top of his pants. She looked up through her bangs and the wicked smile returned to her lips. This time he thought he saw...no...couldn't be.
"Let me touch you, sweetheart." Not that he wouldn't mind a good blow job from her luscious mouth, but the promise of what her curves would feel like had haunted him long enough already. He wanted to fill his hands with her and breathe her in.
She shook her head while undoing his pants. "No, this is my game, my rules. You just be a good boy and lie still." She might have winked but her hair slid over her eyes as she lowered her face between his thighs.
Sweet Mother of God.
She sucked him hard with no warning, and then released him slowly enough to let him feel the tip of all her teeth. Right before he slid free, she tightened her hold, pricking him with what felt like a set of fairly impressive fangs. Before he could consider what that meant, she popped him out of her mouth and looked up while licking her lips.
"You taste better than I could have imagined."
"Oh yeah?" How could he not feel a little cocky after hearing that from a woman who looked like her? Any guy would. "Maybe you should take another bite then."
"Oh yes, that's exactly what I intend to do." This time, her lips curled back and there was no doubt whatsoever that she possessed fangs. Unease tensed his muscles and dimmed a bit of the fire in his cock. Frowning just a bit, she slid her hands up his chest and curled them over his shoulders. Her eyes filled with compassion as they locked on his.
"Hush, it won't hurt, I swear. And if it does," she hesitated to place her mouth near his ear. "I give you permission to punish me for it."
Oh God...
He expected her to head south once more, but instead, she moved away from his ear, grazing the side of his neck with her teeth. The moist glide of her tongue followed and then the shocking sting of a bite.
To say it hurt, would be failing to do the sensation justice. It was an invasion of sorts, but one unlike any you could imagine. His skin grew hot as the flow of his blood seemed to increase. It was as if his heart knew what this creature craved, and it pumped faster to provide her with the best he had to offer. The soft sucking noises she made did strange things to his libido, and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment and to the desire to have her sucking on something else.
As though reading his mind, hell, maybe she could. She skimmed her hand down his body to coil her fingers around his shaft. In tandem, she sucked his blood and stroked his cock, until the dual ecstasy was too much to bear. He moaned, and bucked off the bed to send the full length of his erection through her tight grip. She sucked harder and answered his moan with one of her own.
As his blood continued to pump into her mouth, he let out a choked gasp and came all over the narrow bones of her wrist. The orgasm went on longer than any he'd experienced, as if the suction of her mouth at his neck had the power to call forth more and more semen.
Unable to take a moment more, he pried his eyes open. "God, stop..." His words were a weak whisper, but she eased her mouth from his neck and met his gaze. Her features blurred as he tried to blink away the dizziness pounding in his head.
"Did it hurt?"
He tried once, twice, three times to tell her "hell no" but his voice failed. He settled for shaking his head while lifting his heavy hands to her waist.
Her sultry chuckle echoed around the room as she straddled his hips and teased the sensitive head of his spent cock with her hot pussy. There was no way...
"Ye of little faith, my pretty boy." Smiling just enough to show the tips of her stained fangs, she shifted again, and to his amazement, he hardened enough to slip inside her. After that, he let her take the lead, and relaxed into the soft mattress as she rode him to the heights of amazing pleasure once more.
This time, her teeth found the beat of his heart, and she sucked directly from the source.
There was no doubt he'd wake up tomorrow, stare at the stains sure to mar his pristine white shirt, and wonder what the hell had really happened.
But tomorrow was still a few hours away...
L Rosario 5/29/07

Letting go...

2007-05-02T12:14:00.000-04:00

The key stabbed my palm as I fisted my fingers around it. I'd come to say a final good-bye, to let him know that I was so over him it wasn't funny, and here I stood, unable to move as my mind tried to process the scene before me.
I should have knocked. Too late to have such a realization, but it was the truth. But I hadn't, I'd stuck the key in the lock and entered as if I still had the right to do so, and now I'd be forever branded by this punishment.
They were on our bed...no, his bed. She must not have heard the door, not that I could blame her, perched as she was on his naked lap, doing God knew what with her hand. But he looked my way, and his expression held the accusation that I felt. How dare he believe I was in the wrong? I wasn't the one fucking a stranger in our bed...no, dammit! His bed.
I glared back, daring him to continue as if I wasn't even there.
Oh God, would I ever learn?
The bed squeaked as he shifted the woman on his lap. The sound used to mean things were about to get really good but now it simply took hold of my heart and squeezed as if trying to wring out every last drop of blood.
Look away, you fool...leave.
I ignored the warning, just as I had a year ago when I'd first laid eyes on this man. He'd been nothing but trouble and heartache in a package impossible to resist. It was a year out of my life best forgotten, and one I doubt I ever would. This moment was the rotten cherry on top.
The bed squeaked again, and I nearly cried out in pain. The woman's back was fully toward me now, eliminating any possibility that she'd discover they weren't alone. How disgustingly thoughtful of him. His eyes continued to hold mine as he unhooked her bra and eased it down her arms. She wiggled on his lap, once more reaching between his legs.
My palm itched as if I held the thick weight of his erection. I knew what he liked...I knew exactly how to grasp and stroke to make his lips part and his heart race. Did she?
The slender muscles of her arm flexed and yet his expression never changed. I couldn't help but be pleased. I smiled.
His eyes narrowed and his hands slid down her back to cup her ass. He lifted her enough to show me what I really did not need to see, her eager hand curled around the base of his shaft. I looked away but there was nothing to focus on that didn't hurt. I didn't want to see the smooth skin of her thighs pressed to the crisp hair covering his. Nor did I want to see the way his strong fingers held her ass.
I closed my eyes, but the images remained. Oh God, I'd dream about this, I just knew it.
Her soft giggle pulled my gaze back to the bed in time to watch her body absorb his hard length. Oh God...Oh God...my body reacted with an intense contraction. No...whatever horrible thing I'd done in my life to deserve this moment of torture, I vowed to undo it, no matter the price.
Her giggle turned to a sigh, and I wanted to scream.
Despite the noise, I opened my fist and let the keys fall to the floor. She whipped around, her eyes wide in her lovely face. Of course she was lovely, as if I really believed for a moment he'd choose otherwise. As curious as I was to study her, it was his gaze that held my full attention.
"I thought I'd return the key." It was a miracle I could speak. I was partially aware of the woman's curious gaze flicking back and forth between us, but I refused to be the first to relinquish eye contact. If this was a battle of wills, I needed to be the winner.
"Why don't you join us," he purred.
For an insane moment, I actually considered it.
"Who is she?" the woman suddenly asked. Her voice was rich with desire, or maybe she always sounded that sultry. Yippee for her.
He held me in the same sort of gaze that had trapped me in the beginning. He could promise so much with those eyes, and what truly hurt, was his ability to deliver. It was only his tongue that lied...no, I wasn't being fair. I'd only wanted him to love me but he'd never told me he would.
"She's nobody," he finally said.
The woman gasped at the cold tone of his words while I died a slow death.
That was that then, I suppose, or did I need him to spell it out?
I met the woman's wide, sympathetic stare. "He'll hurt you too, you know?" I gestured toward them, toward their locked bodies. "No matter how this feels, he'll hurt you, and you'll realize it wasn't worth it."
"But it was, wasn't it?"
I snapped my gaze back to him, hating him for the arrogance that prompted such a question.
He spoke again before I could. "If I sent her away and offered myself to you, you'd accept, and we both know it."
Damn him.
My body wept inside and out at the chance to have him one more time.
"Do you want me to send her away?" He ignored her gasp, and without looking away from me, managed to catch her wrist as she tried to slap him. There was a seriousness in his expression that terrified me. He'd do it. If I said yes, he'd send her away and spend the rest of the evening giving my body what it craved.
I took a step toward the bed, wanting him so much...
His smirk stopped me in my tracks.
Leave. Leave now.
It was as if two very powerful forces held me. One tugged me toward the door, the other toward complete ruination. Why was it so hard to do what you knew to be right? Why did those choices have to be the ones that hurt?
He slid her off his lap, and while she fumed next to him, he held out his hand. "Come here."
I took in the sight of his aroused, naked body. Oh God...somewhere, somehow, I found the strength to look him in the eyes. "No."
I left him gaping at me, and I prayed it would be the shock on his face that I dreamt of tonight.

L Rosario 5/02/07

A Heart at Risk...

2007-04-11T15:40:00.000-04:00

My heart pounded in my ears, competing with the sound of rushing blood. It was impossible to drag in enough air to breathe, and I managed only a few embarrassing gasps as I lay on the floor trying to ignore the warm weight of his hand on my knee.
"Are you afraid I'll harm you?"
I shook my head as his voice poured over me. My heart beat even faster, the tempo so wild I feared it would simply wear itself out. If I died now, would he gather me in his arms and take me to the other side? The thought came from nowhere. As if this man had the power to carry me to heaven. Hell, more likely.
The look in his eyes spoke of things all women craved but very few had the guts to actually grab hold of when offered. Did I?
The hand on my knee slid down my thigh, pushing my dress with it. At the same time, he leaned over me, never once blinking. His silver eyes held me as captive as the possibilities of what might lay ahead for us. His face blurred as he came too close for me to focus. I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side but it only offered the exposed length of my neck to his mouth.
The first brush of his lips pulled my back off the floor and I arched high with a cry rolling off my tongue.
"You taste of everything you're feeling," he murmured, while licking at the wild pulse beneath my skin. One hand slid under my shoulders to lift me slightly and the other found the heat between my legs. "Let me touch you."
I hesitated until his mouth pressed against my collar bone. The gentle scrape of his teeth shattered my defenses and my legs parted to allow his questing fingers to play through the damp cotton of my panties. Like the expert I feared he was, he moved the fabric aside and made the flesh to flesh contact I'd craved far too long. As good as it felt, I needed more.
"Please," I begged in a shaky whisper.
He lifted his head from my neck and met my gaze. "Anything." That one word nearly had the power to coax an orgasm.
Swallowing the stifling desire in my throat, I moistened my lips and focused on the glorious form of his mouth. Everything I wanted to say, all the things I needed, refused to become words. My throat tightened and all I could manage was a frustrated groan.
His hair fell forward to brush my cheek as he leaned down to kiss the very edge of my mouth. "I think I know what you want." His oh so soft mouth kissed its way to the other side of mine. "Just give me permission to give it to you."
I nodded. With no hesitation, I took hold of his shoulders, balling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and nodded with humiliating enthusiasm. His low chuckle brought heat to my cheeks but instead of giving in to the need to bury my face in shame, I pulled his body down on top of mine and wiggled under the lovely weight of his muscles. He needed to be naked so I could finally know the feel of skin.
The shirt was easy to open and only slightly harder to push off his shoulders and down his arms. Rising to his knees between my legs, he brushed my efforts aside and bared himself to the waist. A fresh wave of aching lust hit me as I stared at the beauty of his torso. A tiny sound escaped me as I reached for the fastening of his pants. Again, he merely brushed me aside to do the honors himself.
He had to stand up to strip off the rest of his clothes, and I propped my weight on my elbows to watch. Yes I stared, and yes, perhaps it was rude to do so but how could I not? Fear twisted my gut at the sight of him. Did I worry that he'd hurt me? Physically, no. To be honest, I could not wait to feel the length of him sliding deep inside me. What I feared was the condition my heart would be in when it was all over...

to be continued...
L Rosario 4/11/07

No, yes, please....

2007-03-20T12:31:00.000-04:00

Sometimes surrender requires a little nudge...

"No," I begged even as I caught my breath at the feel of his strong hands gripping me. "Please."

"Let me love you." His voice was nearly as rough as the stubble lining his jaw, and while one scraped over my skin the other played havoc with my resolve.

It was stupid, but I tried to push him away. Doing so only brought a wicked grin to his lips, and again, I caught my breath. Such beauty...

"You know you want me, so enough with the games."

I shook my head, and then nodded, only to shake my head again. "No, yes...not like this."

He rose over me, his weight braced on his hands. "Tell me how then. Whichever way you want it, just tell me and I'll give it to you."

Oh Lord...

I had to close my eyes so as not to lose myself in his but his face remained imprinted behind my lids. Was there no escaping him? I feared not.

The lightest touch upon my thigh snapped my eyes open. "No," I tried again but my legs parted and his hand slid between them. It was too much to hope that he wouldn't notice how wet I was. Hell, I was so ready for him, the air reeked of lust.

"Mmm," he murmured while lowering his face to mine. "So hot and ready, and yet you say no." He kissed the tip of my nose before dragging his sinful mouth toward my cheek. I arched up, wanting his mouth on mine but too stubborn to ask for it. But I didn't need to ask.

Oh so slowly, he slid his mouth back toward mine and captured my lips in a kiss that would have weakened much stronger women than myself. As his tongue thrust inside, I clawed at his broad shoulders, hating the shirt that kept my touch from his skin but needing it to remain, if only to keep me somewhat grounded. If he were to press his naked body against me, I'd be lost for sure.

Just as the kiss brought me close to surrender, he pulled back and feathered kisses over my jaw and down my throat. He licked the racing pulse at the base and then continued lower. All the while, his hand lay over my sex like a teasing reminder of what he would do if only I allowed it. Of their own accord, my hips moved to increase the pressure of his palm.

His mouth found a nipple through the satin of my bra and I cried out in agony. "Oh no..."

"Oh yes, " he countered before snaring the aching tip between his teeth. Bra and all, he sucked hard.

My entire body cried out.

Too soon, he lifted his head and I forced myself to meet his gaze.

"Say it, " he demanded in a low threatening tone. The sound of his voice made me shiver.

I licked my lips. "No."

His eyes hardened and he rubbed his hand roughly over my sex. "Say it," he repeated with a bit more anger than before.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

The word screamed in my mind and slipped to the edge of my tongue, but I held it back. "No."

He snarled something that sounded like "bitch" and then moved his fingers to grip the crotch of my panties. What could I do as he exposed me to the heat of his hand? I pushed at his shoulders but the fire behind my defense was gone. Damnit, I wanted him.

"Will those pretty lips of yours scream yes if I make you come?"

I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. No woman should have to look at such temptation. Too bad I could do nothing about hearing it.

"Hmm?" He rolled partially off me but his weight still pinned me to the floor and his hand continued to have free access between my thighs. I was trapped, in more ways than one. "Or will you simply scream my name?" He slid a finger through my folds, teasing the opening, and I tried hard not to move against him.

I failed.

His breath was hot against my neck as he rested his mouth at my collarbone. "I wonder how long you'll pretend you don't want me." The teasing finger pushed inside me. My muscles gripped it tight, and he chuckled. "Not long, it seems. Let me hear you say it now."

I shook my head because in order to speak I'd have to release the death bite I had on my tongue, and speaking might prove dangerous considering I wanted to scream at him to shove his finger deeper.

"Even with your eyes closed you are incredibly easy to read."

That opened my eyes, and our gazes clashed. "I do not want you." Oh God, never before had I spoken such a blatant lie.

"Okay." Cold air rushed over my skin as he rolled away from me.

"No!" The word was out before I could stop it.

Satisfaction twinkled in his changeable eyes as he brought his body close to mine again. Another finger joined the first. I glared at him but he merely grinned and moved his fingers to stretch my passage. My muscles sucked at him, making it harder and harder for him to move inside me.

"Just think how good this would feel if it was my dick."

I moistened my lips and swallowed a groan. Holding his gaze, I took a chance and spoke. "Do you want me to hate myself?" Which was exactly what I would do if I allowed him to continue.

I knew he'd never be mine beyond this moment so why take a taste? No matter how small, there was no way I'd ever forget it, and I just knew I couldn't live with that memory without craving more until it drove me insane.

I had to be strong--

He shattered my thoughts and what remained of my resistance with another finger. "No matter what you say, we both know it's a lie. You'll hate yourself even more if I actually listen to you and leave without giving you what you want."

I shook my head, but he was right.

"Close your eyes if you want. Hell, I don't even care if it's my name you yell, but so help me God, I'm going to make you come so hard it takes days for you to recover."

The first contraction of pleasure took us both by surprise. I gasped while he chuckled against my cheek. Without a word, he withdrew his fingers and then rammed them back inside.

I bucked up to meet the next thrust, forcing his palm hard against my clitoris. My traitorous body trembled and tightened, begging me to allow it to release the building climax.

A hot mouth closed over my ear. "Come, dammit."

Hating myself just a little, I did...

L Rosario 3-20-07

The Awakening

2007-03-08T14:41:00.000-05:00

Temptation beckoned but did I dare...
My breath caught as I walked into the room. He lay sleeping, sprawled on the chair completely unaware of the picture he presented and the hunger in my gaze as I took in the sight. I should have knocked but didn't he always tell me that I was the only one he trusted within the walls of his private sanctuary? Would he still trust me if I gathered the nerve to walk across the room and give into the desires raging through me? Would I see shock or delight in his blue eyes when he awoke to find my hand curled around his hard--
The thought ended as he stirred in his sleep, shifting the towel lower on his hips and increasing my awareness of what might lie beneath. I held my breath and waited to see if he would awaken but he merely settled once more, his chest rising and falling in a steady, even rhythm.
It was now or never.
As quietly as possible I closed the door and crossed the room. It was late, and I should be at home, but I'd stayed to see to some last minute requests he'd made over our lunch together. Had he forgotten I was still here?
I glanced toward the picture window and the moonlit night beyond. Would he dare get this comfortable knowing he wasn't alone in the house? If the answer to that was yes, was it an invitation of sorts?
God, I was thinking too much! I needed to act, or leave.
I took a deep breath, swallowing the scent of him that tormented me whenever he was near, which was too often for my unsettled emotions to handle at times. Was it natural to want someone to the point of pain? I really didn't know, nor did I have the courage to ask anyone.
I could barely think now over the pounding of my heart, which should have pleased me since it meant no more procrastinating, and yet, I stood there unmoving except to sweep my gaze over every inch of him. It couldn't be natural for a man to possess such beauty, and yet, here was such a man.
Perfect in every way, though I wondered how objective I was about such a thing.
He made a soft sound in his sleep. Did he dream? Of me?
Oh, now I was being truly silly. What was I to him but the woman he relied on to see that things got done in a timely fashion? I was like a reliable watch, or worse, a well programmed computer.
Feeling ridiculous for even believing for a moment I could touch him, I turned to make my way back to the door. Thank God, he couldn't see my tail tucked between my legs and my pride in tatters at my feet.
Something stopped me as I reached for the doorknob. A noise? A premonition? Perhaps nothing more than the stirring of the hairs at my nape, whatever it was, I turned and realized I'd never forgive myself if I left now.

I'd dreamt of what his skin might feel like but my dreams had gotten it all wrong.
I trailed the very tips of my fingers up his muscled thigh and thought of satin until I encountered the edge of the towel. My ears popped as I swallowed and then I pushed my hand beneath the red cotton. His skin was warmer where the towel had covered it, warm and a bit damp. Oh God..
I forced myself to go on and my nails brushed over crisp, unseen hair.
Two options screamed in my head: Run or go further.
I dropped to my knees and knocked the towel from his thighs which were spread just enough to allow me to wedge between them. Watching his face, though I longed to memorize the length, width and texture of him, I curled my fingers around his flaccid penis and dragged them toward the tip.
His entire body stirred in response.
His thighs pressed against my arms, his rippled abdomen contracted and the muscle in my hand throbbed to life. Terrified, I froze and waited.
Oh so slowly, his lashes lifted and his sleepy gaze locked on my face. There was a moment of confusion, long enough to make me wish I had something to hide under but not long enough to formulate a good excuse for my current position. My mind raced to find something to say but my mouth was too dry and my tongue refused to work.
A sharp squeak rushed from my throat as he grabbed my wrist. I expected him to pull my hand away and order me to go and never come back. I expected anger or disappointment, anything but what I saw fill his eyes.
"What took you so long?"
I blinked and struggled to find my voice. "Wh-what?" I moistened my lips but they still felt dry and I wondered if the stroke of his tongue would be more effective.
His fingers flexed around my wrist before he tightened his grip to tug me forward. I fell over his lap, crushing his erection between my breasts. There was no way he couldn't feel the wild beat of my heart.
"Do you know how long I've fantasized about your hand on me?"
I gaped. Really, what else could I do?
His chuckle stopped my heart for an alarming amount of time. Oh God, don't let me die now. Not yet...
He straightened in the chair, cupped my face and tilted it to receive his kiss. The gesture shocked me to my toes and stole my wits enough that I was on his lap, straddling his hard thighs before I could comprehend the movements it took to get there. He pulled his mouth away to tease the edge of my jaw and I felt the gentle glide of his tongue.
Embarrassed by how much his touch made me shake, I gripped his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. If only I could calm my heartbeat.
"We can do this with your eyes closed but I'd prefer not to."
I forced my eyes open and met his sparkling blue gaze. "Do what?"
He pushed his hips up under my crotch and the moisture from my body soaked through the linen pants I wore. His smile was all the proof I needed to know he felt the liquid warmth of my arousal.
"Be a good girl and take off your clothes." He set me on my feet and then slouched in the chair with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
I felt brave enough to do anything while looking into his eyes, so the pants and the blouse landed on the floor, leaving me in nothing but cotton panties. I covered my breasts as heat flooded my face.
He held out a hand and beckoned me within reach. Catching my wrist again, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me before I could throw up any form of defense. One strong hand cupped the back of my head, holding me still for the force of his tongue, while the other fumbled between our bodies to get my panties out of the way. The thick head of his penis stretched me wide, and I gasped into his mouth as he worked his way inside.
Oh God...
He touched the back of my throat and the deepest recesses of my body at the same time, and I dissolved in his arms....

L Rosario 3/8/07

Forbidden Bite - pt 2

2007-02-08T18:40:00.001-05:00

"His blood tasted as rich as I suspected it would..."

And now that it filled my mouth and coated my tongue, there was no turning back. I gripped his muscular shoulders and stretched onto my toes to better reach. If I struggled to maintain my bite, I'd hurt him with my fangs, and his pain was the last thing I could tolerate right now. Or ever, for that matter.
Very lightly, he clasped my hips, neither holding me close nor pushing me away. He had said he wanted to be my first, but I sensed he held back now that the moment had come. Was the feel of my teeth inside him too real? After this, there'd be no denying what I had become, or what he now meant to me. But I'd think of that later, for now, there was nothing to focus on but the sweet flavor of his blood.
I swallowed my first mouthful, and then had to stop as the enormity of what I had just done threatened to force it back up my throat.
Oh my God.
A sound close to a sob escaped me, and I ripped my teeth from his neck and stumbled back against the wall. I clasped my hand to my mouth and stared into his confused eyes. I refused to look at the wound on his neck. No doubt it ran with bright red blood, and the sight would only push me over the edge.
"Why did you stop?" His tone held more disappointment than confusion.
My God, did he want me to continue? While I stood here horrified beyond belief, did he actually crave my bite?
This couldn't be happening...it didn't make sense.
"Answer me." He braced his hands against the wall above my shoulders, but it was his gaze that imprisoned me. "Why did you stop?"
Against my will, my gaze fell to his neck. As suspected, a stream of tempting blood made a slow journey toward his collarbone. I licked my lips and suppressed a groan.
"Baby, if you want it, take it." His rich voice stroked my nerves while he cocked his head to the side to stretch the line of his neck.
"Don't do that," I rasped. Hunger threatened to turn me into the sort of monster I believed I was anyway. If only I'd been able to tear my eyes away, I would have missed the sight of him tracing his fingertip down the path of blood. Once a dark stain coated his skin, he aimed for my mouth, and there was nothing I could do.
I licked his finger, and then sucked it inside.
"Taste good?"
I could only nod and he began to slide his finger in and out of my mouth. With a snarl of frustration, I gripped his wrist and stopped his movements in order to suck every last drop of blood from his skin. Still holding his finger in my mouth, I dragged my gaze up to his. There was a softness and understanding in his eyes that made my lost soul weep with agony.
Very gently, he slid his finger free and cupped my chin. "You're still the woman I love."
He was so very wrong about that...

to be continued...
L Rosario 2/12/07

Worth the risk...

2007-01-31T17:28:00.000-05:00

"My God, you must be joking?"

I could understand the shock I heard in his voice but I wouldn't allow him to change my mind. I'd waited all day, while the guests mingled around the spacious pool drinking the food and wine I'd laid out for them. But now we had a moment to ourselves. Alone? No, not quite, but I really didn't care if we were caught.

His skin was slick with moisture and smelled of chlorine as I pushed him onto the chair. He blinked up at me, a smile playing at his lips but a look of unease still flickering in the deep brown depths of his eyes. "Stop playing, we can't do this here."

My only reply was the coy smile I knew he loved. Straddling his thighs and bracing my hands on his shoulders, I leaned forward to flick my tongue against his warm neck. The muscles in his thighs flexed and I heard a low moan fight its way up his throat.

He reached for my hips and met my gaze. The unease had turned to anticipation. "You're determined, aren't you?"

I nodded and aimed for his neck again.

He rolled his head away, out of reach. "And if we're caught? Don't you care what the people out there will think?"

"No." I buried my hands in his drying hair and held his face immobile. "I don't really care at all. Now shut up and let me have my way with you." I landed a hot open-mouthed kiss on his lips as he smiled, and then captured his tongue when he swept it past my teeth. Sucking hard, I ground my hips into his lap, pleased to discover his trepidation for my chosen location had done nothing to stop his body from responding to the risk. He pressed hard and long against my crotch, and my moan flowed into his mouth as I fucked him through our swimsuits.

Too late, I realized I should have peeled the damn things off before pinning him in the chair, but this little moment hadn't been very predetermined. Now I was wet, frustrated and trapped in black spandex. I wiggled on his lap to let him feel my irritation, and he pulled back from our kiss, grinning.

"What's wrong, baby?"

I swatted at his chest and growled softly before slicking my hands down his torso to snare the top of his tiny speedo. I pulled it down and revealed the swollen head of his cock. Licking my lips, I dragged my gaze to his face, thrilled to see all the humor gone from his expression.

He grabbed my wrist and shook his head. "No, enough. It's not worth the risk..."

The rest of his words died as I slid to the floor and shoved his legs wider. His fingers slid away from my wrist, allowing me to move the suit lower and expose more hardened flesh. I moistened my lips and leaned forward...

"I assume we're interrupting?"

I jerked upright and whipped my head around to see a handful of shocked guests standing just inside the patio door. Heat filled my face but I refused to let them see how humilated I was to be discovered on my knees about to ... Damnit, it was my house and this was my lover. I should be able to do whatever I damn well pleased!

"Was there something you needed?" Somehow I kept my voice steady, despite the fact that I had a fistful of rigid cock in my hand and the weight of several very mortified gazes boring into me.

One guest stepped forward, clearly trying her best to keep her eyes trained on me. She failed miserably. "The wine is all out." She waved her glass in the air while devouring my lover with her eyes.

I was ready for her when she finally managed to fix her attention on me. I arched a brow and casually rose from my knees to once more straddle a pair of fantastic thighs. "I guess that means the party is over. Hope you all had a wonderful time." Before anyone could do more than let out a shocked squawk, I turned back to the man sprawled beneath me. His eyes asked a silent question and his cheeks were slightly pinker than usual. It was hard not to giggle but I relied on the pressure of his kiss to keep the noise at bay.

He surrendered to the very public kiss and even ran his hands up and down my back before sliding the straps of my suit down my arms. I think I heard the door woosh shut a moment before my exposed breasts brushed his warm, moist skin....

L Rosario 1/31/07

Forbidden Bite - pt 1

2007-01-11T19:20:00.001-05:00

"You know you want to..."

But I didn't want to, or at least I didn't want to admit how desperate I was to sink my teeth into his skin. Even from across the room, I could smell the musky scent of his skin. It made my eyes water and my fangs ache. I dragged my gaze away from the tempting column of his neck and prayed he would do up his shirt and leave me alone.

I should have known better.

"You'll have to take blood sooner or later, and wouldn't you rather take your first feeding from me?" He shoved away from the wall and came toward me. Suddenly the room wasn't big enough for both of us and I had to fight the urge to run away screaming.

I flattened my back to the opposite wall and buried my face in my hands, but that couldn't block the smell of him, or the vision burned behind my lids. "Please, just leave me alone."

His fingers curled around my wrists and he lowered my hands from my face. Our eyes met, and as always, I was lost in his green gaze. He smiled in that way that always made me a little giddy, but right now, I was too afraid of what might happen to feel anything.

"Hey." He tightened his hold on my wrists and carried my hands to his chest. I could feel his heart under the warmth of his exposed skin, and it made me want to cry. I refused to bite this man. I refused to take his blood to feed the monster that now lived inside me. I loved him too much to use him in such a way.

"You have to do this," he insisted. "I want you to do this."

The quiet intensity of his words dragged my gaze to his. "What I need to do is leave you. You deserve to be happy, and I can't make you happy now." Tears burned at the back of my throat, but vampires didn't cry, did they?

"Silly little girl." He pulled me against him before I could think to fight him off, and the heat of his body permeated my clothes. And yet, I shivered. This close to him, I could hear his heart and smell the blood that I so desperately craved. My gums burned as my fangs shifted. Oh God.

I didn't want to, but I turned my face into his neck and inhaled the sexy fragrance of his skin. It was the smell that clung to my sheets in the morning, and one I knew better than my own. My mouth watered at the proximity of his golden flesh. So close...so tempting.

Mine to take, if only I could gather the courage to do so. He said he wanted me to bite him, but what would happen when my fangs pierced his vein? Would the pain be too much? Would the reality of what I'd become finally hit him as his blood touched my tongue? The unknown answers sent a tremble through me and I instinctively snuggled closer to his side to absorb comfort and warmth.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "I'm not going to leave you because of this, so don't even think it." His lips kissed their way to my forehead and then he cupped my cheeks to tilt my face up. "I love you and if it's blood you need, it's mine you'll have and no one else's."

A tear -- a real honest to God tear -- slid down my face. He caught it with his thumb and then licked it off his skin. That one little gesture unleashed a maelstorm of pent up lust, and I couldn't tear my eyes off his mouth. As I stared at the rosy fullness of his lips, I knew I'd lost and he had won.

Before the night was through, his blood would stain my tongue and fill my veins...

to be continued...

L Rosario 1/11/07

Too much of a good thing....

2006-12-27T08:52:00.000-05:00

"The party was over, wasn't it?"

The air still smelled like too much cigarette smoke and spilled alcohol, and my head buzzed from the remnants of loud music and even louder voices. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to process the feel of a body pressed close to my side. I rolled my head and looked into a pair of deep brown eyes.

He smiled and shifted closer to me. His face, although handsome, wasn't one I recognized and yet his partially naked body was melded to mine. Dear God, had we...?

With a groan, I closed my eyes. The moment I did, his hand cupped my upper thigh and began a slow, seductive journey toward my hip. His breath was hot against my skin as he nuzzled my throat and the glide of his tongue over my collar bone shocked a gasp from me. The sound was harsh and dry, and I stretched my arm across the floor until my fingers bumped what felt like the belly of a bottle.

He lifted his head and our gazes met. "You've had more than enough to drink, love." His voice shocked me halfway to sober. I hadn't expected a lyrical British accent to fall from his sexy mouth, and the sound of it soothed the ache in my head and silenced the ringing in my ears.

I abandoned my search for the bottle and instead tangled my fingers in his thick dark hair to pull his face closer. He managed to flash a smile right before I clamped my teeth around his bottom lip to suck it into my mouth. He tasted like some high-priced mixed drink and I sipped at him, thinking I might just get drunk all over again. Eventually, I had to let him go, if for not other reason than to breathe.

He didn't pull away, only eased back far enough to look me in the eyes. "You don't remember last night, do you?" There was a touch of disappointment wrapped around the amusement in his tone. It was enough to make me feel really crappy, which I hated.

I untangled my hands from his hair and pushed myself onto my elbows. Doing so, forced him away from me and he shifted onto his knees to stare down at me. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that between the two of us we weren't wearing enough clothing to cover one body. I, on the other hand, wasn't what I would call comfortable, and I glanced around for something to pull over my nakedness. Of course, there was nothing.

"I've seen it all, love. No need to turn shy now."

Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one sprawled on his back in nothing but a pair of stockings and a damn headache. Despite the growing humiliation I felt, I managed to look him in the eyes and find my voice. "What exactly happened?" I held up my hand and shook my head before he could answer. "No, forget it. I don't want to know."

His chuckle was nearly as sexy as his voice and the sound tightened my skin and pulled at something low in my belly. I had to look away from his steady gaze, and focused on the bare expanse of his chest instead. The faint memory of licking a path from one dark nipple to another flashed in my head and then my mouth began to water as I recalled the salty flavor of that skin.

I gasped behind my hand and my eyes flew to his face. He arched a brow and nodded, as if to say, "Yep, you tasted it all, love." With a groan, I squeezed my eyes shut and willed this dream to end. I wasn't the type of girl to get drunk enough to screw a stranger, after all, so obviously whatever had happened here, hadn't really happened. God, my head ached even more as I tried to make sense of that twisted logic.

"Hey." The light brush of his fingers down my cheek forced my eyes open. His smile damn near turned me into a puddle and I considered the very real possibility that maybe he had seduced me before I'd even had a sip of alcohol. Considering my reaction to his voice, the sound of his chuckle and the brillliance of his smile, it was a very real possibility.

Did that make my actions more forgivable? To preserve my own sanity, I decided it did.

The fingers lightly carressing my cheek slid under my jaw and he angled my face up. "You look so devastated by the fact that you and I might have made love?"

I glanced around the room and then back at him. "We are lying naked in the middle of the floor in a room that looks like it hosted an orgy. Whatever we did, we didn't 'make love'."

Smiling that gut wrenching smile of his, he dropped his hands to the floor on either side of my hips and pressed his body into mine. "No, you're right." Before saying more, he rained kisses along my mouth and across my jaw until his lips rested close to my ear. "We did not make love." He bit my earlobe and then chuckled softly when I jerked at the stinging pain. A couple swipes of his tongue made it all better and then he brought his mouth back to mine.

"What did we do?" I whispered against the soft temptation of his lips. I wanted to kiss him something fierce. I wanted to feel the power of his tongue in my mouth while he shifted his body over mine, and I knew right then and there, that I wanted those things because I knew how good it would be. Even without hearing the words from him, I knew exactly what had happened between us, and he was right, we hadn't made love.

"Do you really want to know, love?" He used his body to flatten me back down onto the floor, but was careful to keep the full weight of his chest off of me. He did nothing to lessen the contact between our lower bodies, however, and I moved my hips under the solid length of his erection.

At this point, it didn't matter what had gone on last night, as long as it happened again.

I twisted my hands in his hair and captured his mouth. Our tongues slid against one another and we fought for dominance for several moments, before I surrendered to him. He thrust deep into my mouth while mimicking the motion with his hips. A simple adjustment was all it took to place the head of his cock where I wanted it and the moment his skin touched my wet sex, he froze and ended the kiss.

"Are you sure, love?"

I nodded and tried to coax his mouth to mine again, but he resisted.

"No." He softened the word with a quick kiss, but pulled back shaking his head. "I don't want to see that look on your face when it's all over, so tell me what you want."

With my fingers twisted in his hair and my eyes locked with his, I made it as clear as I possibly could for him. "I want you to fuck me."

"My pleasure, love."

CAPTIVE FANTASY

2006-12-07T19:05:00.000-05:00

"...I'd prefer the traditional way, and you would too, trust me."

The traditional way?

Sera was more confused than she’d ever been in her life. Even waking up with a sudden craving to drink blood hadn’t confused her this much. What the heck did he mean, the traditional way? And how could he give her an orgasm without touching her?

Damn him for making her want to know the answers to those questions.

She stared at him, and he stared back. Surrounded by all the blood red layers of the room, he was almost too glorious to look at. She hated the fact that she wanted to see him naked on the bed. She wanted to see his golden skin against the crimson comforter and his dark hair spread out over the red pillows. She wanted to lick drops of blood from his skin…

Sera forced the dangerous thoughts away. What had gotten into her tonight? If she wasn’t careful, she’d attack someone on the way home. Becca and Jennifer were high on the list. It would be just payment for having them drag her into the current situation, after all. How dare they?

“Sera?”

The sound of her name yanked her back into focus.

“Tell me what you want me to do for you?”

Good God, he sounded like something out of a dream. She backed against the door, feeling a little better with the solid wood pressed to her spine. She could pull it open and leave at any time. Valentino didn’t seem inclined to force her to do anything against her will, so surely he’d let her leave.

“What do you want, Sera?”

If he didn’t stop talking to her in that buttery voice, she’d lose her mind. “I don’t know what I want, but I refuse to have sex with you.”

“Fine. No sex.” He stepped toward her, and suddenly the solid door at her back was a trap.

“Wait!” She held up her hand to stop him before he could press his chest to hers. He stopped, and she curled her fingers into her palm to resist touching the skin that was oh so close. On the dance floor he had laid her hand against him, making her want to pet him from head to toe. “What are you going to do to me?”

“You make it sound like I’m about to eat you.”

Muscles that had always failed to stir, stirred now with a vengeance. Her body grew moist, and her jeans chafed against her crotch. She shifted her stance, but it didn’t ease the sensation.

“Unless you’d like me to eat you,” Valentino drawled.

Sera jammed her fangs into her tongue. The pain did nothing to lessen the awareness of what his voice did to her nether region. She struggled to breathe, hating the way he reduced her to behaving like a normal mortal. She was stronger than this, damnit!

“Is that what you want, Sera?” He moved a step closer, the heat from his body pressing in on her, but still not touching her. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Oh my god…” She didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but there they were. He smiled, and her body clenched deep down inside. This could not be happening. It was going to take more than a seductive voice to end her three hundred year old drought. Wasn’t it?

excerpt taken from CAPTIVE FANTASY by: L Rosario
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MINE!

2006-11-26T21:45:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a gal has to mark her territory...

I hated the way they all looked at him. As if they'd pounce the moment my back was turned, but what could I do? It wasn't feesible to spend every waking moment by his side. But still, I had to do something to let them all know he was mine, and mine alone.
Perhaps if he bore the unmistakable mark of my scent, they'd take the hint. Worth a shot.
They watched as I brushed up against him and softly told him to lie down. There was no hesitation on his part. With his eyes fastened upon my face, he spread himself out on the ground and trustigly awaited my next move. I could feel their eyes on me, burning into my back. Ignoring them, I focused on the man before me and began to shed my clothing. This wasn't about sex, so I didn't strip naked. The disappointment in his eyes made me smile.
"Later, my love," I mouthed to him.
It had rained last night, and the ground was wet and squishy under my hands and knees as I crawled toward his prone body. He lifted his head and shoulders in order to watch and his chest rose and fell beneath the black silk of his shirt. Straddling his thighs, I started at the last button and worked up until the shirt lay open and I could run my hands across his warm golden skin. My mouth watered as I stared at the dark circles of his nipples and I bent forward to take one in my mouth.
He bucked under me as my teeth caught and held, but then relaxed under the soothing strokes of my tongue. A rumble of pleasure vibrated up his throat and I released his nipple and covered his mouth to drink the sound in.
All had gone very quiet around us, but I knew they still watched.
With our lips still touching, I whispered, "What I'm about to do will make you undeniably mine."
He kissed me with his eyes still boring into mine, and then slowly eased away. "I trust you."
Those were the three words I needed to hear.
Abandoning his mouth, I dragged my tongue across his jaw and down his neck. He arched for me and I closed my teeth around his adam's apple. I didn't bite, I didn't draw blood, I simply held his throat in my mouth and let everyone know that I could take his life if I desired to, and he'd allow it.
A low sound stirred the air around and behind me. Half gasp, half snarl, I knew my point had been taken.
Releasing his throat, I licked down to his chest, and then further until my tongue dipped into his naval. I could eat him alive right now, but they needed to know that when I claimed something as mine, I kept it.
I snapped open his jeans, spread the fly and then yanked them past his hips until his erection lay exposed. A quick lick from base to tip was all I allowed myself, but it was enough to coax moisture from him and I couldn't resist licking the bead away.
With the taste of him in my mouth, the feel of him spread out beneath me and the pounding of his heart loud in my ears, I closed my eyes and called my cat.
She tore from within with a loud angry shriek and braced her big paws on either side of him while tossing a vicious snarl over her shoulder.
They all backed up, as if pulled by one string. Even through the slits of my pupils I could see that my display had already convinced them, but I wasn't done.
Focusing on the man beneath me, I lowered my head and sniffed the hollow of his throat. He went very still and the sound of his heart stuttered. He trusted me, yes, but I smelled fear as well.
Calling my cat had coated his body in a blanket of clear moisture, so I took the time to lick him clean with long languid swipes of my tongue. In the deathly silence around us I could hear the rough scrape of skin against skin. The unexpected feel of fingers combing through my fur stopped me.
My tongue stilled against his collarbone and slowly I drew my head back to meet his gaze.
"Take me, my gorgeous cat." His hand fell away from my side and he spread both arms out wide upon the ground. He was completely at my mercy now. He knew it. I knew it, and most importantly, they knew it.
With a rumbling purr, I dragged my tongue down the center of his body and lowered to a crouch to press my fur into his flesh. He moved under me as if petting me with everything but his hands. My purr grew louder as did the sounds of his breathing.
I licked the hard line of his hip bone and his erection jerked against my chest.
I'd never allowed him to be naked and vulnerable with me while I was in cat form, but it was too late now to turn back.
As my rough tongue scraped across his flesh, I pressed the weight of my body into his. I squirmed and then rolled off of him to press against the curve of his side. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer. The warm touch of his human flesh heated my fur and my scent wafted up between us.
There was no denying who he belonged to now...

Delicious cravings...

2006-11-14T10:58:00.000-05:00

It was her tongue gliding up the side of his face, but I wanted it to be mine...

The noise surrounding me drowned out the racing of my heart, but it couldn't disguise the trembling of my hand as I attempted to take a sip of my drink. His eyes had been on me for awhile now, despite the very attentive woman on his lap. I couldn't imagine anyone being able to ignore the slow swipe of a tongue up their cheek, but if he noticed, it failed to show in his unblinking stare.
I shifted in my seat and glanced toward the long line outside the women's restroom. So much for that avenue of escape. Over the rim of my glass, I chanced another quick peek across the club to find my admirer still staring at me.
The woman on his lap had undone the buttons of his shirt and splayed it open to lick the exposed skin of his chest. She was like a cat bathing her mate. Her back arched as she licked downward toward his naval. A voice in my head screamed over the club noise to tell me to look away.
And I would, if he chose to.
But he didn't.
His piercing eyes held my gaze as his girlfriend--or whatever she was--slithered lower to finally kneel at his feet. He continued to watch me while spreading his legs to allow the woman to scoot closer. I tore my eyes from his to watch her hands undo the fly of his jeans.
Dear God!
I buried my face in my drink and swallowed way too much. I came up coughing and for a moment wondered if I would choke to death as punishment for watching something that was none of my business. Well, if it was going to kill me, I might as well get my money's worth.
I lifted my gaze just as the woman reached inside to extract her prize.
I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't look away as the woman wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked it from root to tip. His stomach muscles tightened and he shifted lower in the booth. The woman flicked her long hair out of the way and then slid her fist down to make room for her lips.
I gasped and jerked my gaze away only to clash with his eyes. His expression let me know that it was my mouth he wanted. Unconsciously, I licked my lips and something flared in his gaze.
In that moment, the rest of the club ceased to exist.
Setting my glass down, I laid my hand across my thigh and brushed my fingers along the hem of my short dress. His eyes dropped and his features tightened.
All the while his little cat of a girlfriend was licking her way up and down his erection. Somehow I just knew that if the music suddenly ended, I'd be able to hear her purring.
A question formed in my mind and I let it show on my face as he dragged his gaze back up.
"Do it," he mouthed.
I knew what he wanted.
Lowering my attention to the woman between his thighs, I watched as she sucked him deep into her mouth and then I moved my hand up under my skirt. I glanced up in time to watch his lips compress into a tight line. If I had to guess, I'd say my boldness surprised him.
He nodded once and then twisted a hand in his girlfriend's hair. While I watched, he began to move her head up and down until she caught the rhthym all on her own. Her hands gripped his thighs and her hair cascaded down to hide her profile from view. As if sensing I wanted to see, he swept the heavy curtain aside and twisted it around his wrist to hold it in place.
I managed a small smile and let my fingers dust across my panties.
I jerked in my seat and he flashed a truly arrogant grin.
When this had become a battle of wills, I had no idea, but I was determined to be just as bold as he.
The next brush of my fingers wasn't as shocking, but I still caught my breath. His smile grew and then suddenly he gripped his girlfriend's head and pulled her away. She blinked up at him, but he ignored her and released her to take hold of himself. His hand slicked down the length of his cock and then squeezed back up.
I didn't even have to touch myself to make my body react to the sight. Moisture pooled between my thighs and I pressed my legs together, suddenly unwilling to actually have an orgasm in public.
He had no such qualms, it seemed.
While watching me, he continued to stroke himself. His girlfriend snaked her hand between his legs to cup his balls and I watched the reaction to her touch in his face. His lids drooped over his eyes and his lips parted.
I wanted to be close enough to know if he'd moaned or not. I bet he did, and I bet it was a sound capable of making the fine hairs on my body stand on end.
I squirmed in my seat again, convinced that my body was going to do what it wanted, with or without my help. My heart began to race and sweat made my slinky dress cling to my breasts.
My mouth went dry as I watched his girlfriend catch the first bead of cum on her tongue. She licked across the head and then backed away as if knowing I wanted to see him finish.
I don't know why, but I pulled my gaze away to look into his eyes. They drifted shut and he dropped his head back.
The sight, or maybe it was the knowledge of what was happening, ignited my own climax and I gripped the edge of the table to ride out the surprising wave of pleasure...

written by L. Rosario (11-14-06)

some like it....wet

2006-11-09T08:48:00.000-05:00

The smell of sand and waves clung to him...

He pulled me into his arms, flattening my breasts against his slick skin. In seconds, my blouse was soaked through and my nipples pebbled inside my bra. I laughed while trying to squirm away from his deep kiss, but he refused to let me go.

His hands were everywhere all at once -- tangled in my hair, running down my back, cupping my ass. It was as if he was starved for me.

Finally, he slid his tongue out of my mouth and I dragged in enough air to speak. "Well, hello to you too."

He answered with a twitch of his sexy mouth and his silver eyes twinkled.

I couldn't resist the impulse to touch him, and I reached up to feather my fingers over his moist lips. He kissed the tips and then sucked them into his warm mouth. Our eyes held as he pulled at my fingers. My entire body reacted to the erotic sensation until it was more than just the water pouring down around us making me wet.

Letting my fingers slip free of his mouth, he stepped back enough to slick his wet curls off his forehead. Water sluiced down his temples toward the hard line of his jaw, and I gripped his shoulders and stretched up to follow the drops with my tongue. He wrapped his arms around me with a fierce snarl and arched his head back so I could chase the water trailing toward his neck. I dragged my tongue over his shoulder and then caught the muscle in my teeth. I nipped him just hard enough to make him gasp, then pulled back to meet his gaze.

Words weren't necessary as I shoved his shoulders back against the rickety wooden wall. Water continued to cascade down around us from the large makeshift showerhead, soaking him from top to bottom until his golden skin gleamed in the sun's fading light. I could never tire of looking at him. I ran my hands down the center of his body, chasing the water toward the waist of his low slung shorts. His muscles quivered beneath my palms and then tensed as I snared the drawstring in my hand.

I glanced up into his hypnotic eyes. Holding his gaze, I pulled the string enough to make the shorts fall further down his hips. I couldn't resist looking, and I lowered my gaze to watch the dark swath of hair above his groin appear. I raked my fingers through it and then dropped to my knees to inhale the very essence of his scent. As always, he smelled like some decadent island treat. My mouth watered and I pushed the shorts the rest of the way down.

Before I could bring my face closer, he tangled a hand in my hair and coaxed my head back, forcing me to look up at him. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"

We were on a public beach, after all, but walking from the car to here, I'd seen no one. Besides, it was beyond cruel to make me wait for the taste of him.

I pulled free of his fingers and smiled while taking his erection in my mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back with a long, shuddering sigh....

written by L. Rosario (11-09-06)

Taken....

2006-11-07T08:47:00.000-05:00

I don't know what scared me more, the force of the hand holding my cheek to the wall, or the desire coursing through my body...

There was no escaping either one, so I closed my eyes and tried not to panic. It had been stupid to walk out here alone, and even more foolish to assume I could do so without drawing attention. Now, the skin of my right cheek was imbedded in the brick wall and the erotic press of fur tickled my nape as my captor leaned even closer to put his lips to my ear.
"This place is off limits to your kind," he growled.
I tried to lick my lips, but the wall was too close. I managed a muffled sound, but nothing more.
"Do you know what happens to trespassers?"
God help me, but yes, I did know. I'd read the reports and heard witness accounts first hand. Damn, what had I been thinking to come here?
"I should just kill you."
The words stopped my heart. Tears burned and I let them fall unchecked down my cheeks. I didn't want to die. Not because of this. Not for being stupid and curious.
The pressure at my back eased as he moved away. He still held my face to the wall with his fingers twisted in my hair, but at least I could drag breath into my lungs now. I opened my eyes, wanting to see him, but couldn't turn my head enough to do so.
The fingers in my hair carressed my scalp and his lips touched my ear again. "You stink of lust."
I groaned at the truth of his words. He meant to kill me, and yet, I yearned for him. For his kind. What did that make me?
I didn't want to face the answer, if even there was one.
A hand stroked down my body and tore at the stretchy pants I wore. I hissed as his fingers found my skin and my heartbeat took off at an alarming rate. "No," I managed to mumble.
He cupped me between my legs and laughed in my ear. "No? You lost the right to say no when you strutted into my territory. You knew that and I can smell how badly you want to be punished for it."
I began to shake. Fear like I've never known froze the blood in my veins, but it couldn't douse the fire doing its best to ignite. How could I deny I wanted him? I couldn't and the realization turned my tears to sobs. My emotions shook me from head to toe and I gasped when he pulled me away from the wall and turned me to face him.
My first glimpse of his face dried the tears quicker than one would think possible.
I stared into piercing dark eyes and knew this was not death. Oh, don't get me wrong, he would kill me, but it was a death I'd embrace with open arms.
He shrugged out of the long leather and fur coat and moved closer. The heat of his skin touched me before his body actually did. I leaned my head back and took the kiss he thought to force on me. I no longer wanted to fight him. If he wished to give, I'd take, it was that simple.
I ran my hands up the smooth expanse of his chest and then further to twist my fingers in his lush hair. I held him tight and forced the kiss to go on until I was ready to end it.
I'd come here knowing very few walked out alive, but I'd craved something. I hadn't realized what until his lips touched mine.
I'd been looking for him.
He pulled back, but not far enough to compromise my hold on his hair. His eyes met mine and I glanced down to see the moisture of our kiss on his lips. I wanted to lick it off but I resisted and dragged my gaze back up.
"Do you have any idea what I mean to do to you?"
I nodded. Fear made my heart pound, and no doubt it shone in my eyes, but beneath that was the craving I felt. Surely he could see both? If he sent me away now, I'd beg to stay.
He shook his head and then framed my face within his warm hands. I knew they possessed the power to rip my head off, and yet the touch soothed. "You are a fool."
Yes...
He kissed me again before I could speak. His tongue filled my mouth and his body rocked against me in a simulation of what we both wanted. The embrace ended and the cold night air washed over my skin as he tore away my clothes. I shivered, but did nothing to hide my nakedness.
For several moments, he simply stared, and then his gaze met mine. The heat in his eyes burned. Without a word, he came at me with teeth bared and I felt the flesh of my throat tear. I shook as blood -- my blood -- spilled over his lips and down the front of my chest. It felt warm and sticky and I tried to concentrate on it instead of the knowledge that my heart had slowed.
I tried to clutch his shoulders, but grabbed nothing but air as my hands fluttered back to my sides. A sigh pushed my blood against his mouth and I stared up at the full moon.
There'd be no turning back now...

written by L. Rosario (11-7-06)

The day after...(Trick or Treat - pt 2)

2006-11-01T17:47:00.000-05:00

He woke up feeling different, but couldn't figure out why...
Shifting under the light sheet, he squinted into the sun streaming through the window. Last night came back to him in flashes. He remembered laughing with her at the bar, offering to take her home and the agonizingly long walk to her place. She'd wrapped her hand around his arm and smiled up into his face. Her voice and her eyes had promised a lot.
He closed his eyes and tried to recall more.
He remembered expensive champagne and big fresh strawberries. No matter how many times he tried to entice her into eating one, she'd refused, saying she'd rather watch the way his lips closed over the fruit.
His body hardened now at the memory of her intense gaze.
He'd never been eaten alive by a woman's eyes before, but that's what it had felt like. She'd devoured him without touching him.
He'd placed the last strawberry back into the bowl to ask, "What do you want?"
"You."
The answer had been so simple.
She'd taken his hand and led him to the bed. Her bed. The black satin sheets had been cold even through the fabric of his shirt and jeans.
And then....

And then what?!
if you missed it, you'll want to read TRICK OR TREAT located below. ;)

Trick or treat - pt 1

2006-10-30T19:43:00.000-05:00

Trick or treat...please be sweet, give me someone good to eat...

He'd wasted a great deal of my time by resisting me, but now I had him exactly where I wanted him. Where was that, you ask? Well, beneath me, of course.
His golden hair looked like silk fanned out across the black satin sheets, his blue eyes burned with fire, and his heart beat so loud the sound filled not only my ears but the room.
I straddled him and pinned his arms to the bed. "It'll be easier, not to mention more pleasant, if you cooperate."
He licked his lips and swept his gaze around the room. Was he actually contemplating escape? His eyes came back to my face. "What are you planning?"
I couldn't help but smile. Such an innocent question. It reminded me that I had an uncanny ability to hide what I was from others. They only saw what I wanted them to see and he had seen only beauty and sex appeal. I guess if you aren't looking for fangs, they must not be there.
I bent low over his chest, until my face hovered a breath away from his. His full lips begged to be kissed, but I'd waited this long, another few moments wouldn't kill me (ha-ha)
"I plan to enjoy you, does that sound so awful?"
The pounding of his heart grew deafening. Amidst the fear I could smell on his skin, there was the sublte flavor of lust. He wanted me and we both knew it.
I dipped my head toward his cheek and oh so lightly touched him with my lips. It was too fleating to be a kiss, but it was enough to hint at how delicious he would be. "Don't fear me."
"Then get off of me."
I pulled away to once more meet his gaze. "Oh no, that isn't the plan, my darling." Before he could speak I tore open his black silk shirt. It was in the way and taking the time to actually unbutton it might give him the chance to struggle. I refused to risk losing this chance to take what I wanted.
I had his arms pinned to the bed again before the abused sides of his shirt stopped their fluttering. I stared at his exposed chest and craved a lot more than just his blood. Unable to resist, I aimed for one flat nipple and pinched it between my teeth.
His body bowed and a choked gasp escaped past his lips.
Just as I feared, one taste was all it took to make me lose control. It had been my plan to go slow with him, but the flavor of him on my tongue was too much. I needed more.
Still holding his arms, I released his nipple to lick a path across his chest. He shuddered and bit back another gasp. Trailing my lips up toward his shoulder, I snared a bite of thick skin and snarled softly. His heart stuttered and he caught his breath. The smell of fear intensified as did the aroma of lust.
I let him go without drawing blood and looked in his eyes. Something had changed.
"What are you?"
Ah, the one question all vampires fear. I didn't answer. Why bother, when his spilled blood would soon make everything clear? I merely smiled and finally moved in to capture his tempting mouth. For several moments, he resisted and kept his lips pressed firmly together. A few flicks of my tongue broke his resolve and he opened for me. I tasted the champagne I had seduced him with and the strawberries he had begged for. On his tongue, the flavors were beyond erotic.
The kiss went on until anticipation forced me to pull away. I trailed my mouth over his cheek, toward his ear, into his hair and then finally down the strong column of his neck. He went very still, every muscle tensed for some feared unknown.
I moved my lips to his ear again. "Relax and I promise you will enjoy this."
"No."
"My darling." I kissed his ear and inhaled the scent of his hair. Whatever he used to clean the long glorious mane smelled good enough to make me squirm. "I will have you and I do not wish to hurt you. Please relax for me."
He turned his head, forcing me away from his ear. "Let me go, and I'll do whatever you like."
Instead of answering, I just shook my head, no. He was poised to flee, and I wouldn't allow it. With a whispered, I'm sorry, I placed my mouth to the side of his neck and bit him. His pulse throbbed between my teeth, his heart raced to a dangerous speed and then his blood---lord, his sweet sweet blood---flowed past my tongue.
Eventually, as I drank, he did relax. His body unwound to become pliant, yet still incredibly hard. The heat of him rose up to taunt me and I stretched out on top of him to absorb it into my naturally cool skin. With my legs on either side of his, I rocked against him until he took over the rhythm. I released his arms and he did just as I hoped he would. He clasped my hips and forced my body closer to his.
Nothing seperated my sex from his erection save the thin veil of my panties and the fly of his jeans. Needing to feel him, I ceased feeding long enough to reach between us and pull open his fly. I shimmied the jeans past his hips until I could take hold of his rigid flesh. He thrust into my hand with a shaky sigh, arching as he did so. The wound on his neck beckoned, and with my fingers stroking him, I once more sank my fangs inside him.
His blood tasted sweeter than before and I held the reason why in my hand.
Soon, his groans filled the quiet room and he writhed upon the satiny sheets. His pulse forced me to swallow quicker and I pumped my hand in tandem. With a long shuddering moan, he climaxed. His seed spilled out over my fingers and I sat up to watch. Licking blood from the corner of my mouth, I bent over him to clean the taut muscles of his belly.
The salty flavor of his semen mixed with the blood lingering at the back of my tongue.
Ah yes...
His hands gripped my hair, pulling at the braid that secured the length. I took one final swipe across his stomach and glanced up just as my hair fell in a long black curtain around me. It swept over his body and he brushed it back from my face. Lifting his head from the bed, he met my gaze and I knew he was mine.
Whatever I wished for, he'd give me.
What more could a girl want?

written by: L. Rosario (10-31-06)

A Halloween teaser...

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come back tomorrow, if you dare....

Tricks and Treats

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Everyone make sure to stop in on Halloween, I'm planning a hot little snippet for you to sink your teeth into :[

But until then, here's something for you to nibble on....

Performance anxiety - pt 2

2006-10-23T08:52:00.000-04:00

How could I deny him?
The look in his eyes was nearly enough to bring me to climax, the brush of my fingers only guarranteed it would happen.
He shifted on the stair, undoing another button of his shirt. The dim light glowing in the foyer cast shadows against him, making his skin shine like gold against the white shirt. He caught my stare and pulled the sides of his shirt wider, until the glimpse of one nipple made me moan. He smiled at the reaction and shook his head. "You aren't touching yourself anymore, you naughty girl. Did I say you could stop?"
"No," I breathed.
Once more, I concentrated on the feel of my body beneath my fingers. My skin was slick and hot and it pulsed against my palm as I cupped myself. A shaky breath rattled past my lips and this time, he moaned.
"Are you close?" His voice sounded rough.
I nodded, unable to speak.
He crooked a finger at me and then patted his lap. "Come here."
My leg shook as I lowered it from the stair and my steps were hesitant as I closed the distance between us. He caught my hand and pulled me astride his lap. The heat of my sex pressed into his erection and I had to close my eyes against the pleasure.
His lips brushed my eyelids, then drifted down over my cheek. "Should I make you wait for it, or do you want it right now? Right here?" He moved under me, forcing a gasp.
Somehow I opened my eyes and got my voice working. "Don't make me wait." If he intended for us to go upstairs to the bedroom, strip down and make it to the bed, I'd die of need.
His expression echoed my burning desire. "I was hoping you'd say that, sweetheart." He captured my mouth in a rough kiss while his hands worked to open his fly and move my panties. Our flesh touched and we both froze with our lips locked together. For several moments, we helped one another breathe, then he moved and slid inside...
written by L. Rosario (10-23-06)

Performance anxiety - pt 1

2006-10-19T09:04:00.000-04:00

He said he wanted to watch...

We'd arrived home from the black tie party, my feet hurt because of the heels I'd chosen to wear, and I couldn't wait to kick them off and change into some nice cozy pj's. He had other ideas.
"Hey, hang on a second." He grabbed my hand as I headed for the stairs. "Will you do something for me?"
There was almost nothing I wouldn't do for this man, so I simply nodded and folded myself into his embrace. He smelled like the cigarettes someone had been smoking at the party, but I didn't mind much. Underneath, I could still detect the sexy musk that was all him.
"I want you to..." He lowered his head and whispered in my ear. I stood frozen within his arms and he laughed before kissing the side of my face. "Please?" That one word packed a mighty punch.
I slid out of his arms and stepped back. "Sit down."
He dropped onto the stairs and loosened the collar of his shirt. With his long legs splayed out and his golden head propped against the wall, he looked delicious. Why couldn't we just go upstairs and have sex? But he had said please, and we'd been together long enough that I shouldn't be embarrassed to have him watch me. But I was.
"Anytime you're ready, sweetheart."
He knew what that endearment did to me. My insides warmed and I reached for the slim strap of my little black dress. Do you have any idea how easy it is to let silk slither to the floor? Trust me, it's a piece of cake.
Wearing nothing but my sky high heels and my lacy black underwear, I walked toward him and propped a leg on a lower stair. His expression tightened as he drank in the sight. He licked his lips, making me more nervous and more than a little wet.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do." My voice shook.
"I told you what I want. Touch yourself for me."
With my heart in my throat and my nerves going crazy, I pulled my underwear aside with one hand and raked the other through my pubic curls. He swallowed hard enough to make his adam's apple bob and I knew I had him.
My nerves started to calm.
He shifted on the stairs, his legs falling open wider, and I noticed the evidence of just how much he was enjoying himself. His black dress pants stretched tight across his crotch and it was him I wanted to be touching, not me.
"Make yourself come." His voice rasped over my skin, making me shiver...
written by L Rosario (10-19-06)

To be continued...maybe ;)

My new blog!

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