By the faint light glowing from the candle stick drawing in dreams of pleasure only to become real. Reaching out towards
the table where a sharp knife is resting, you pick it up and draw the shinny silver blade across your arm.Blood pouring out of the newly formed cut. The dark mysterious vampyre, tall, long black hair, a broad masculine body appears out of the night to taste what has been offered to him. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel the release of a sexual tension. Wanting more he strikes again to your inner thigh the softness of his fingers sliding up and down your legs. Feeling the sting you lay your fingers upon his strong and sturdy back. Oh what pleasure, digging your finger nails deep into his skin drawing blood from him. He pauses, then looking up towards you the dark mysterious vampyre strips himself of his cloths as you begin to slowly kiss and lick the blood from his wounds. Unfrighten by him, he leans into you and whispers in your ear of all he can give. With you invitation the sexual pleasure has begun.He slowly extends his arms around you nibbling on your neck while his hands slide down your back, Your bra falling to the floor. Your hands caressing his built body. He then backs up and circles around you feeling his breath hot and heavy on your skin. His cheek rubbing against yours.His soft and gentle lips sliding across to your lips and leaves a bitter sweet kiss. The taste of blood hasn't ever been as strong and powerful. He eyes suddenly shift into yours searching for your fear but instead finds only love for him. Your hands swiftly caressing his face " I don't fear thee". With a flame burning in his eyes and a soft twinkle in yours, he lays you on the bed. The dark mysterious vampyre then begins to sooth your body and bring pleasure to your pain.