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Vampire

by Erik Maskot


Hail - rain - wind. I was standing by the large bay window, wearing nothing but my silk night gown. The night was so awful, but still so beautiful. A lightning, a vivid, terrifying flash, followed by a roaring peal of thunder. I opened the balcony door, stepped outside, and felt the cold rain pouring down. The water flowing down like a shower. I must have been standing there for ten minutes before I went inside again, and lay down on my bed. Another flash, the rain dashing on that old bay window. I ran my hands over my wet breasts. Feeling the chilly water still running down my body stirred me with anticipation, and I moved my right hand down slowly down between my legs, then rubbing my middle finger between the soft pink cunt lips and found my clitoris. The cool swish from the wind outside kissed my cunt, as I parted the lips, and remembered that I never shut the balcony door. But at the moment I did not care. My finger moved in and out, in the beginning slowly, then more rapidly. As the pleasure grew more intense, I began rubbing my clit harder. With my left hand I searched for my G-spot. With two fingers moving in and out like a cock, continually pressing against the G-spot, and one finger rubbing my clit, I could feel the blood rush through my veins and make my cunt lips swell, my muscles twitch and grasp at my probing fingers. I felt I was close to an orgasm. My body was quivering, while my hands pressed, pushed and forced the explosion. * * * * * I don't know for how long I was asleep afterwards, but sometime in the middle of the night a roaring peal of thunder all of a sudden woke me up. The storm was more intense now, and again I remembered the open door. I was going to get up, when I saw something moving outside the window. At first I was not sure what it was. An optical illusion maybe? Another flash of lightning, and I saw it again, the tall black figure immediately outside the window. I wanted to scream, but I was paralyzed. Not a single sound could pass my lips, nor could I move. The figure was now standing by the open door. I could see him clearly as he came slowly towards me. A young man wearing a tuxedo and a long black satin cape. His hair was black, his eyes were luminous. He was handsome, had a well shaped face, but it was kind of pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. He looked like a muscular young athlete. I haven't seen his like for a while. I was scared, but at the same time he fascinated me, and I felt a surge of warmth through my body. No sound came from his lips. I wanted to cry for help, but couldn't. I wanted to get up, and run towards the door, but all I did was to pull the clothing of the bed up to cover my body. He was now standing there, right in front of me, less than five feet away from me. The look of his eyes made me lose whatever I had left of power. Not even the glance of a serpent could have produced a greater effect upon me than the fixed gaze of his glowing eyes. For a moment he didn't move, but it lasted just a few seconds. With a sudden rush that could not be foreseen, with a howling cry, enough to awaken terror in me, he seized the long tresses of my hair, twining them around his strong hands, and this way he held me to bed. I screamed. Again and again, till I again looked into his eyes. The bed-clothes fell in a heap by the side of the bed. My silk gown didn't cover much of my private parts of my body any longer, as it had split open in front. There was nothing I could do to stop him, and a moment later he had gotten his long, slender cock out of his pants and pushed it inside me, went deep, filled me up. The stranger lowered his head down on my chest and took my erect nipples into his soft, warm mouth. His tongue was smooth, and I squirmed with each stroke. He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and held them in place high above my head. With his other hand, he grabbed my right ass cheek. I was scared to death, but somehow, I don't know how, he controlled me completely in a way that made me calm down, and actually aroused me. He moved up to my mouth and kissed me fiercely, at the same time he was moving his stiff cock in and out of my drenched pussy. The cool breeze of the night air through the room made me able to feel the juices of my pussy run down the inside of my legs. He fucked me hard. The feel of his heavy balls slapping against the underside of my ass cheeks increased my pleasure. The friction caused my vaginal muscles to tighten around his girth, and my entire body tensed in anticipation of orgasm. An incredible sensation grew inside and exploded into a burst of delight. I moaned as I had never moaned before, and this stranger increased his pumping speed, which sent him over the edge into orgasm. I felt his semen shooting from his hot and raw cock, filling me. At the same time I could see that he lowered his head down to my neck, his lips curled back, exposing white fangs. His arms coiled out stifling my struggles. He was way too strong for me. There was no way I could stop him from doing this to me. He forced my head back by my long hair entwined in his grasp. With a plunge he seized my neck with his fangs. * * * * * With a terrifying scream I woke up. I was in a cold sweat of terror when I sat up in bed. The dream had been so real. It felt like it had just happened. I tried to calm down and breath normal again. It was just a dream, wasn't it? But why did everything seem so real? I tried to get up and over to the kitchen for a glass of water, realizing I felt weak and had a terrible headache. It was still dark outside, but the storm was over. Leaning on every furniture in my way, I finally got my glass of water, went over to the balcony to shut the door that was still open. My hand touched a little bump on the left side of my neck. It was itching. Damn mosquitoes, I thought to myself, and went back to bed, where I stayed the whole next day. * * * * * When I woke up again, the sun was just about to go down. I sat up, and realized my headache was gone, but I still felt a little weak, probably for not having eaten anything. I made myself a roast beef sandwich, and I felt much better right away. I looked up at the clock on the living room wall, and knew that my girlfriend Felicity was gonna be here within an hour. I slipped into my bathrobe, crossed to the stereo, put the new Kiss CD on, and turned up the volume. Let the neighbors complain. I felt much better anyway. I walked into the bathroom, and by accident I made the door slam the wall so hard that the bathroom mirror fell down and cracked into a thousand pieces. Fuck! I'd paid more than twenty bucks for that mirror. I got back to the kitchen to get a broom to sweep all that broken glass off the floor, before I could step into the tub to take my shower. The hot spray felt good, and I stood under it contentedly for several minutes, initially revitalized, then lulled into a delicious sense of relaxation. Through the rush of the spray, I heard the beat of the stereo, and began to move my body with the rhythm. A few moments later the shower curtain billowed as the bathroom door opened, and I heard a girl's voice yelling "Rebecca! Are you in there?" "Fel, is that you?" I opened the curtain to see my best friend smiling at me. I turned the water off, and Fel tossed a bath towel over to me. We walked back to the living room, where she opened a bottle of red wine. "Are you ready for some action tonight?" Fel asked me. "I don't know." "Beck, you haven't seen a guy since you broke up with Stephen two months ago. What's the matter with you? You even look pale. What've you been doing lately? Locked yourself in?" "Nah, it's just that I've felt a little tired lately." "You gotta go out and see people again. Otherwise you're gonna end up looking like a fucking vampire." I looked at Fel for a second, then took a sip of my red wine, and let it run down my chin, as if it was blood. "You're sick, Beck. Go see a psychiatrist." I laughed. "You're the one who said I looked like a vampire." Fel laughed too. I decided to get dressed, and squeezed myself into my favorite black jeans. Then I put on a bright red shirt and a black leather west. Even the shoes I put on were black. I could hear Fel making a comment of my outfit. "Wow, isn't she ready for action!!!" I applied makeup generously. I fringed my silvery eyes with deep blue mascara and painted my lips rosy red. When I was done, I said "Well, ready to go?" Fel looked at me, and she seemed to be in shock. It was like I wasn't the same person she saw when she first came over to my place. * * * * * We took a cab downtown, and it was kind of ironic that we went to a disco called Nosferatu, after my dream last night and after Fel said I looked like a vampire. When I got to the bar, I ordered a Bloody Mary, of course. We found a table. For an hour I sat there, having a few drinks too many. Fel's been on the dance floor the whole time, as she met an old boyfriend of hers there. I was trying to keep my eyes off the guy who was sitting right across the dance floor. I just didn't want him to think that I was staring at him; that if he stood up and left, I would follow him wherever he'd go. That's how cute he was. He looked exactly like the guy on the cover of Dream Theater's first album. He was dressed very ordinary, wearing faded jeans with holes on both knees, and a Batman t-shirt. He seemed to be just as single as I was, but I worried frantically at the problem of how to introduce myself. I was used to guys coming to me. I saw him walk up to the bar to get another drink. Standing up I suddenly realized how much I'd had to drink. I willed sobriety on myself and walked across to the bar, where he was standing. I had an idea. The same second he got his drink and turned around to walk back to his table, I bumped into him so there was no way he could avoid spilling his drink on me. When I saw his expression, and saw how sorry he was, I had a hard time keeping myself away from putting my arms around him and kiss him right on the lips. When he said he was sorry, I was lost in his eyes, I took his hand and said "Don't worry about it. It happens to me all the time." He got himself another drink, and wanted to know if there was anything that I wanted. Even if I felt that I was getting drunk, I accepted his offer for another drink. I followed him to his table. I found out about him that his name was Vincent, that he had just moved here from a different city, and that he was a student. We danced for a while, and I noticed Fel's lips forming a "wow" when I saw her. It didn't take me long before I started feeling dizzy, and I started thinking that I wanted to take Vince home to my place, make love to him, and then I would bite his neck and suck his blood. Then I would mix my blood with his, and we would be together forever. The next thing I remembered was seeing Vince' face over me. I started looking around and saw that we were outside. "What happened?" I asked him. "You fainted," he answered. "The air in there was getting so thick that you could cut through it with a knife. I thought the best thing to do was to take you outside." "I have to go to a bathroom," I said. "You can come home to my place," he answered. "It's just a couple of blocks away from here." So we went. When we got there, I thought it was a really neat place he'd got. I liked his white leather coach and chairs, and the marble table. He told me he had gotten them from his parents. He was a lonely child. I couldn't keep my eyes away from entertainment center, and everything he had put there, the books, the crystal things. "The bathroom's over there, the first door to the right," he told me. Suddenly I felt the pressure of going to the bathroom again, and I stuttered "Oh. yeah, that's right." I felt dumb for a second. I went in there and did what I had to do. While I was still sitting down, I was thinking about what was on my mind just before I fainted. Everything seemed too weird. Had my dream been real after all? My tongue ran over my teeth, but everything seemed normal. No fangs. I stood up, and could see myself in the mirror. There were no red marks on my throat any longer, not even a bug bite. However, my skin was still a bit pale. I thought I was getting crazy. I had to stop thinking of vampires. I went back to Vince' living room, but couldn't see him anywhere. Then I heard him call my name from the balcony. I walked out to him, and saw that the moon had risen above the buildings of the city, lighting up everything. It was full moon. He offered me another drink, and as I didn't feel that drunk any longer, I accepted. We sat there looking at the city for a while. Nobody said anything. I wondered if he felt the same way for me, as I did for him. I turned my head and looked at his face. My eyes met his. I think he wanted me just as bad, but was too shy to do anything about it. I had to take the initiative, so I pulled his hand to where it could envelop my soft breast, and held it there. "D'you like it?" I whispered. He didn't answer me, instead he kissed me softly on my lips. He then unbuttoned my shirt and started sucking on my swollen nipples. At the same time he started to unbutton and pull my jeans down, slowly. Then he licked his way down till he reached my wet cunt, pushing his playful tongue against my pulsating clit. I screamed in pleasure as his tongue laved me from end to end. I could feel the incandescence of an orgasm beginning to glow deep in the heart of me. But Vince wouldn't let me come yet. He stood up, ripped his t-shirt off, and pulled his jeans down. My eyes were full of that beautifully hard cock sticking up like a tree trunk. I fell on it like a starving person, licking, sucking, tickling, until he was moaning madly. I kept busy on him with my mouth until I could feel the first tremors of orgasm starting to run up the length of him, then pulled back and gripped the swollen, throbbing head hard, to put him back a bit. When I was certain he was in control of himself again, I moaned "Fuck me! Now!" Vince turned me around, so that I was facing the city, holding on to the railing. I spread my legs as much as possible. His cock found my pussy easily, and he began thrusting earnestly inside me. He kept up his rhythm until I was moaning and approaching orgasm. He bent me over further and strengthened his thrusts as I began to come. I held on tight as Vince continued to fuck me from behind, his cock inching slightly further inside me, his thrusts becoming faster. I could feel Vince' sperm pulse inside me, the heat of his come warming my core. My clitoris responded with a multitude of sparks. Together we clasped and unclasped until our passion subsided. Vince turned me around and held my body against his. The moonlight shone on us. His mouth opened, and I got a glimpse of his fangs before his lips closed tightly against my throat. The only sound was a barely perceptible tearing, like the bursting of a maidenhead, and the soft movement of suctioning lips.


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32 Gay Erotic Stories from Erik Maskot

1001 Natt: Pikene i Skogen

Fyrst Sjarkan, som var sønn av kong Omar, var på vei fra Bagdad med sin hær mot romernes rike. Han kom til en lysning i skogen. Fullmånen kastet et trolsk lys over dette ensomme stedet. Plutselig hørte han en vidunderlig myk og klar stemme, og sølvklingende latter så søt at han ønsket at han kunne drikke dens klang av den munnen som den kom fra. Sjarkan hoppet av heten og

Alene Hjemme

”Hallo! Er det noen på linjen?” Først ikke noe svar, så jeg ventet litt. Etter ca. et halvt minutt hørte jeg noen på linjen. ”Hei, hvem der?” ”Kenneth.” Jeg stusset. En mannsstemme. Det var ikke det jeg ventet å høre. Jeg måtte ha slått galt nummer på teletorget, bommet med et siffer eller noe… Uten å tenke mer over det svarte jeg ”Erik her…” Kenneth spurte videre: ”Hvor gammel er

Den natten vi spilte Håkon et puss

Jeg skulle begynne å studere på universitetet, og var på jakt etter en hybelleilighet. Etter å ha saumfart avisene, hadde jeg skaffet meg en del adresser og begynte å ta kontakt. Spesielt la jeg merke til én, hvor en annen student søkte etter en å dele utgiftene med. Derfor var det dit jeg dro først. Jeg var ny i byen, og hadde derfor noen problemer med å finne fram, men til slutt

Den Natten vi Spilte Håkon et puss

Jeg skulle begynne å studere på universitetet, og var på jakt etter en hybelleilighet. Etter å ha saumfart avisene, hadde jeg skaffet meg en del adresser og begynte å ta kontakt. Spesielt la jeg merke til én, hvor en annen student søkte etter en å dele utgiftene med. Derfor var det dit jeg dro først. Jeg var ny i byen, og hadde derfor noen problemer med å finne fram, men til slutt

Den Sommeren Anders fylte Seksten år

Han hadde nettopp fylt seksten år, og blitt stolt eier av sin aller første moped. ”Pappa er en kjernekar,” tenkte Anders. Uten mopeden han fikk av faren ville han nok ha kjedet seg hele denne sommeren. Bestekameraten Vegard hadde reist til Sogn for å besøke besteforeldrene, Jan skulle bo hos faren sin i Larvik og Ketil hadde reist til Mallorca sammen med foreldrene sine. Bare Mads var

En Skaphomses Bekjennelser

Allerede i tidlig alder interesserte jeg meg for gutter. Det var klassekameratene mine jeg drømte om da jeg lå våken i sengen om natten. Særlig begeistret var jeg for den eldre broren til en av klassekameratene mine. Av utseende minnet han meg om rockestjernen Shaun Cassidy, alle småpikers drøm på slutten av 70-tallet, og naturlig nok også mitt idol. Men nabogutten, Geir Rune, var ikke så

En tidlig morgen...

Han skjønte at noe var i gjære, allerede da dørklokken ringte. Det var ingen som pleide å ringe på klokken syv om morgenen. Med søvnige skritt, kun iført en mørkegrønn og svart slåbrok, beveget han seg mot døren. Det var halvmørkt i huset, og det matte lyset i korridoren blendet ham. Han småfrøs, og det ble ikke bedre da han åpnet døren, og lot den kjølige oktobervinden smyge seg

Etter en natt på byen

Det var en varm natt. Jeg svettet, til tross for at jeg kun var iført en t-skjorte og shorts. Jeg hadde vært på fest og var på vei hjem, noe beruset. Jeg hadde drukket flere øl den kvelden, og følte at jeg måtte gå inn på et offentlig toalett for å tømme blæra. Jeg gikk inn og bort til pissoaret. Jeg hørte noen snike seg innpå meg bakfra. Før jeg rakk å snu meg ble en arm lagt

Første Møte

Det var sent på sommeren. En ensom ung kriger tok seg opp de skogkledde fjellene vest for dalen. Han hadde bue over skulderen og piler i et pilekogger på ryggen. Koggeret var laget av skinnet fra en prærieulv. Fra en reim rundt livet hang en slirekniv. Store furutrær strakte de krokete greinene sine opp mot himmelen. Han klatret opp på en fjelltopp med utsikt i alle retninger. Langt

Fra 1001 Natt: Tusenfryd

Det var en gang en konge i Basra som var de fattiges venn og de troendes beskytter. Han elsket sine undersåtter. Denne kongen hette Muhammed. Han hadde to vesirer, el-Moein og el-Faddel. Vesiren var en edel og høysinnet mann, som var elsket av alle, og vesiren el-Moein var mannevond og ondsinnet og derfor like dårlig likt som el-Faddel var elsket. En dag hadde kongen hørt at det var

Fuck'n'Roll

I was at a rock festival packed with twentysomethousand people crammed in front of the stage. We were so packed that I could hardly move. I noticed this young guy right in front of me. He was a stud. His ass was touching my crotch. I thought it was just a coincidence, but it sure turned me on. My cock filled with blood and grew hard. Again his ass pushed against my front. As it was

FYLLEPRAT

”Jeg elsker deg!” Jeg trodde ikke mine egne ører, da jeg hørte Bård uttale de tre ordene, mens han holdt hendene sine på skuldrene mine, og kikket meg rett inn i øynene. Han hadde blanke, slørete øyne, hadde problemer med å stå støtt, og var uten tvil drita full. Jeg var sikker på at det hele var fyllevrøvl. Vi hadde vært bestekamerater siden vi gikk i tredje klasse på barneskolen.

Havfrue i L.A.

Havfruer finnes ikke. Det var jeg sikker på. Helt siden jeg var sju år og hørte H. C. Andersens fortelling om ”Den lille Havfruen” for første gang. Senere har jeg sett dem i filmer, både i spillefilmer med kjente skuespillere, og i tegnefilmer. Til tross for at jeg visste at de ikke fantes, så hadde de alltid fascinert meg. Drømmen var å få kunne svømme i vannet sammen med en av

Hot Nights in Ibiza

”Bist du schwul?” The guy looked into my eyes. What was I to say. He just asked me “Are you gay?” in German. My education was within tourism and languages, so I knew German. I wanted to tell him yes, but I didn’t know what his and his comrade’s intentions were. This was my first time in Ibiza, Spain. I went there all by myself as I knew it was a paradise for gays. Lots of gay

LAKOTA - Kapittel 1

This is the first chapter of my only novel so far. As there are no gay magazines in Norway, I've never been able to publish it, as the story's been too long for magazines that occasionally include gay stories. The novel is the result of my interest in Native Americans and their culture, and the story should be correct culturally and historically after five years of studying and

LAKOTA - Kapittel 2

Kapittel 2 Solen var i ferd med å gå ned i horisonten, da Falcon og Thunder Eagle red inn i leiren. Falcon var nervøs. Det var første gang han hadde sett en indianerleir. Han hadde hørt alle historiene opp gjennom oppveksten, om hvordan de innfødte behandlet fiender. Dessuten hadde jo pawnee’ene for bare fem og et halvt år siden angrepet farens farm, og kun ham selv, søsteren

LAKOTA - Kapittel 3

Kapittel 3 Brisen var laber, men kjølig. Det hadde endelig sluttet å snø. I de siste tre timene hadde Falcon fulgt sporene etter en stor hjort. Han hadde skutt en pil i siden på dyret, men som kun hadde såret det. I den dype snøen, og med det store blodtapet hadde hjorten endelig falt om av utmattelse. Falcon så i øynene på hjorten at den hadde gitt opp å flykte fra ham. Den unge

LAKOTA - Kapittel 4

Kapittel 4 Falcon lå en stund på den varme skogbunnen. Han trykket øret mot bakken. Det hadde nesten blitt en like naturlig refleks som å puste. Det var viktig å vite om noe rørte seg i nærheten, om han var på jakt eller om han var på utkikk etter fiender. Han var ikke like flink som de mer erfarne krigerne til å gjenkjenne lydene i jorden, men han hadde blitt nesten like flink

LAKOTA - Kapittel 5

5. kapittel Det var den største indianerleiren Falcon noen gang hadde sett. Faktisk hadde han heller aldri sett en hvit manns by som strekte seg over et slikt stort område. Tipiene tårnet seg over hele dalen mellom Tongue River og Greasy Grass, stedet de hvite kalte Little Bighorn. Det var nesten som om det gjorde ham nervøs å se så mange mennesker samlet på ett sted. Noen sa det var

LAKOTA - Kapittel 6

6. kapittel Den runde svettehytta var ikke større enn sju-åtte fot i diameter, og fire fot høy i sentrum i hytta. Den var satt sammen av seksten friske piletrær, bøyd over i en bue og bundet med remmer av dyrehud for å danne en domlignende struktur. Åpningen var vendt mot vest, mot solnedgangen, slik skikken var. Jorda i midten av hytta var gravd ut, for å danne et hull på rundt

LAKOTA - Kapittel 7

7. kapittel Rosebud Creek, 17. Juni 1876 Falcon fikk høre at en gruppe krigere med Crazy Horse i spissen hadde vært i kamp mot Three Stars, som var lakotaenes navn på general Crook, ved Rosebud denne dagen. Crazy Horse kunne ha knust soldatene denne dagen, fikk han høre. Men lakotaene hadde ingen tro på at de hvite torde angripe leiren ved Greasy Grass. Nå var det ti tusen, kanskje

LAKOTA - Kapittel 8

8. kapittel David Creek, øst for Little Big Horn, morgenen den 25. Juni 1876. Løytnant Charles Varnum fulgte etter crow-speiderne, og klatret opp på bakketoppen som ble kalt Crow’s Nest, kråkereiret. Han kunne se ned i Little Big Horn-dalen, men han så ingen sioux-indianere, til tross for at speiderne så røyk som steg opp i det fjerne, og de så bevegelser i åssidene på den andre

LAKOTA - Kapittel 9

9. kapittel Thunder Eagle kikket sin venn inn i øynene. Ingen av dem kunne sove den natten. ”Jeg vet du ikke ønsker krig, og du bør dra tilbake til den hvite manns verden og lete etter din bror. Hva du opplevde ved Greasy Grass er bare begynnelsen. Den virkelige bølgen av hvite menn som trenger seg inn på vårt land har du ennå ikke sett! Vårt blod vil flomme over prærien, gi

LAKOTA - Kapittel 10

10. kapittel Falcon snek seg nærmere pawneeleiren. Den tunge snøen nådde ham til knærne, og det var tungt å gå ned mot elven. Han fryktet at pawnee’ene hadde speidere rundt leiren, og det ville være umulig for ham å gjemme seg, da det ville være en umulig oppgave å slette sporene han laget. Men han tenkte at pawnee’ene nå bodde i reservat, og kunne ikke lenger ri ut og krige som

One Hot Day in Arizona

It was a very hot day. The temperature must have been in the 120s. I was driving on a gravel road somewhere in Arizona, many miles away from the nearest town, just sand and dust everywhere. After having been on the road for so many hours I needed to stop and get out of the car so I wouldn’t fall asleep. I found an old gas station and decided to stop there. Obviously it must have

Smuget

Det var sent, og det var mørkt. Jeg var trett etter en lang arbeidsdag, og jeg var på vei hjem. Som alltid gikk jeg, da jeg bare bodde et par kilometer fra jobben. Denne kvelden tok jeg en snarvei gjennom et smug, noe jeg ellers aldri gjorde. Jeg tenkte ikke over at det ikke var helt trygt å gå der, og det var sparsommelig med gatebelysning. Midt inne i smuget støtte jeg på en ung

The Alley

I knew I shouldn’t have entered the alley. It was dark; it was narrow. It just didn’t seem to be the right thing to do. But before I had time to regret, it was already too late. I was being followed, and very soon a young guy came up behind me and pointed something at my back. “Okay,” I said. “Just take it easy and take whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me.” He told me to put my

The Beach

This was my first time in Japan, and after my business in Tokyo was settled, I decided to travel around by myself to see parts of the country. The second day of my journey was a hot one, and I felt like going down to a deserted beach that I found, or at least it appeared to be. It was small beach surrounded by cliffs and trees. Unfortunately I didn’t bring swim trunks with me, but

The Boy From Morocco

The Boy From Morocco This happened in Ibiza some years ago. I was sitting in a bar drinking a beer. After a while I noticed this Arabian looking guy at the end of the counter. He was looking at me, too. He was slim, had very smooth, tanned skin. He looked very feminine, and was actually very cute. He smiled very shyly when our eyes met. I smiled back. As he appeared to be alone, I

The Tunnel Of Love

I had to cross the interstate to get home. There was this tunnel going under the interstate, but it was past midnight already, and it was not considered a safe place to go. Hardly anybody walked there at night, and definitely not alone. There were no lights in the tunnel and I couldn’t see anything. On the other hand I knew it was only a couple of hundred feet long. I took the

Tor

Jeg kjente Tors hånd legge seg på låret mitt, og klemte lett. Jeg ga ikke en lyd fra meg. Litt etter litt flyttet hånden hans seg til innsiden av låret, og strøk meg oppover dongeribuksene til den rørte ved pikken min. Så lå den stille et øyeblikk, som for å vente på min reaksjon. Da jeg fremdeles lå stille og ikke viste noen antydning til å røre meg, begynte Tors hånd nølende å

Vampire

Hail - rain - wind. I was standing by the large bay window, wearing nothing but my silk night gown. The night was so awful, but still so beautiful. A lightning, a vivid, terrifying flash, followed by a roaring peal of thunder. I opened the balcony door, stepped outside, and felt the cold rain pouring down. The water flowing down like a shower. I must have been standing there for ten

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