After I’d seen to Tara, untied her and wrapped her up in a blanket, I had a bit of a kip and then went into the bathroom and had a nice long, hot shower while I was waiting for Tara to rise. It’d been a long time since I’d sired anyone more important than a minion, a really long time and I was excited, yeah, and a bit nervous too ( Read more... )

I sat between her legs, slowly stroking her thighs and watching with a grin when she covered her face with her hands and squirmed around on the bed, quivering and trembling. So bloody cute.

"Oh god...W-william, m-maybe..."Maybe nothing, no way we were stopping now. She’d come around, I’d see to it ( Read more... )

“Can I get another drink?” I turned and smiled at the man at the bar, nodding and refilling his glass of scotch on the rocks. “Thanks,” he smirked and leered at me, giving me a tip larger than appropriate ( Read more... )

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I bit back a moan when she cut into my flesh with her sharp fingernails.

"You're gonna be the whore now, Lindsey."I didn’t even have time to enjoy the idea behind her words before she’d grabbed my hair and shoved me painfully, face first into the wall. God, I loved her when she was like this…I couldn’t wait to be on my knees ( Read more... )

Lindsey grabbed her and tossed her down on the bed and she wasted no time in putting on the little victim act, trying to crawl away from us ( Read more... )

Southern France
2084
4.30amThe sun wouldn’t be up for a while yet, but hey, that didn’t mean I couldn’t come home early, spend a bit of time with Lindsey…of course time well that could really mean any number of things and I had a good imagination. Especially where Lindsey was involved ( Read more... )

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( Need you closer.... )

Every night since he left I’ve had this ache inside me. This pang of longing and…how’s this for irony; I feel like my soul’s missing.

My boy’s been gone for so long and hasn’t sent so much as a letter or a note, nothing. Till last week.

Sire ( Read more... )

It was almost dawn by the time I reached the safety of the lobby of the block of flats I’d been staying in. Seemed I’d stopped giving a toss about getting home before the nasty sun these days, not like I had anything to go home to save a bottle of Jack and early morning bloody telly shows. Which were worse now, than they’d ever been; Passions had ( Read more... )

( How you feeling now sweetie? Relaxed and what not? )