The Countess
She's getting scarier, but there is no point in worrying about it. I'm totally hooked on her and whatever happens is inevitable. She has me tied down the usual way - on my back on the bed with my feet chained to the bedposts and a noose around my neck. She leaves my arms free because she says she likes to watch me trying to fend off the blows when she beats me. Creepy, right? Who knows what she will do to me this time? Cuts and bruises are par for the course. I always tell her "not the face!" but there have been a couple of fat lips and a black eye so far. Now she is on top of me in a 69 position and I can feel her breath on my dick. I am getting a hard-on but I'm still a little worried because I hear something that sounds like snarling. Trying to put my fear aside, I start licking her moist pussy while I work a finger into her anus. I feel her tongue circle the head of my cock and I begin licking and fingering a little faster. Her lips close around the head and I smile as...OWWWW!!! She's biting my penis! Biting it hard!! I don't say anything. I never do. She starts sucking my cock voraciously and I go back to eating her pussy deeper and faster while still finger-fucking her ass. We bring each other to climax within minutes - our bodies writhing and bucking as we devour each other's genitalia! When it's over, she turns around 180 degrees and lays on top of me face-to-face. I am shocked by what I see. Her beautiful face is beaming with a joyful smile that shows every tooth. But it's not the grimacing smile that shocks me - it's the bl**d. Her face is covered with bl**d! My bl**d!! What's worse is that she is making a show of drooling a river of bl**d down her chin and onto her chest. Now she is rubbing the vile red fluid around her ample breasts as her red-tooth smile becomes even wider and more demonic-looking! As she laughs maniacally, the horrible truth dawns on me. My girlfriend has been drinking my bl**d! Drinking the bl**d from my hard cock!! SHE'S A bl**dY COCKSUCKING FUCKING VAMPIRE!!!
October 23, 2010, 3:48 pm
She had the reputation of being a snob. Spawned by a long line of European gentry, she indeed occasionally put on airs. That's why they called her "The Countess".
He was a bit of a troublemaker. A big city boy who didn't give a crap about pedigrees and titles... a true republican, with a small "R". He despised the Central European landed aristocrats with a vengeance.
Of course, they had to run into each other at a party. They danced, they drank, they yelled at each other over the music. And before they knew it, both were sitting in his car, she with her tongue down his throat, and he wit
September 23, 2010, 11:48 am
May 27th 1832. Percy and Dilly married in Pennydelset church.
Chapter27. Sheila abducted and abused
"What have you been up to Jeremy?" Margaret called, "The police have arrived." They’d been together for two years and the west end of the old workhouse was converted into three spacious flats, two occupied by middle aged couples and one by a single lady of about Margaret’s age. Margaret and Jeremy decided to keep the entire east end of the house in as near original condition as possible in keeping with modern living requirements. These included the ki
June 20, 2011, 12:48 am
After an hour in the sun her tan was beginning to show. Laying on her stomach it was clear her bikini was too small: about a third of her ass cheeks had rolled deliciously from the folds of her swimsuit. And tiny beads of sweat had collected along the back of her gorgeous smooth thighs.
"Goddamn I wanna cum in you, wanna cum in you,” he chanted in a hush, staring at the patio where his daughter was sprawled on a lawn chair. For the past 4 years, since she turned 10, her petite curves had made him hard countess times. In the past year she had filled out nice, making her legs a secret obses
June 2, 2012, 1:48 am
Susan and I were filled with anticipation as we arrived at Victoria’s house. We had been invited to what the written invite referred to as a “Sexy and Intimate Dinner Party”.
Victoria was renowned for her unusual, and always different, dinner and cocktail parties. She certainly did not like doing things the way other people did them. You never knew what to expect, but you always enjoyed them and could say that you’d had a new and exciting experience.
My wife, Susan, was looking incredible. She had a short black skirt that really set-off our beautiful long legs encased in sheer black sto
June 1, 2012, 11:48 pm
THE PARIS BISTRO – based on a personal experience
Even though I was hungry by 7PM, I had waited patiently knowing that Paris restaurants served dinner late. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by arriving before the chef did. If I had known, I would have begun to hunt for a restaurant earlier. Most of the ones in the area of my hotel were expensive and I had to settle, after walking what felt like hours, for a rather ordinary looking bistro located on a quiet side street. The menu was simple but inexpensive. Tables were round, made of dark wood, and close together. Lights were dim and I sat d
