thirsting_for_blood Mahayana thirsting for blood you submit them to partake of your spirited liquors securing all they can 020308 ... pushpins the white of my neck glistened with your sweat and your tongue tickled me to unimaginable ecstasy but it was teasing me teasing me... I have never felt so naked than when you gaze into my eyes as we both move in a pattern we dare not acknowledge. Its like you are invading every part of me and my masochism loves it. But the brushes of pleasure on my neck are too much to bear until finally you bite down, thirsty for more of me. 020309 ... blown cherry reading that is making me crazy pushpins. I have to push the thirst down down far away and bury it becasue I know it won't be fulfilled. I still remember the taste of it lingering on your tongue and transferring it to mine........ I want it again so badly I'm going to implode 020310 ... Rickster My fangs were sore for they had just petruded, they dripped of saliva that was no longer secluded. I eyed her wearily as she undressed, her body so beautiful craving to be carressed. She danced for me beautifuly like a swan gracing the lake, her body moved like branches flowing with the wind. She approached me so slowly I felt as though something was wrong, but she was simply making me lust, and crave. The desire in my eyes begin to flame with passion, the want in her face couldn't be beat by any fashion. I stroked her face so gentle and beautiful, she looked at my eyes and trembled lost in them. I put my arms around her embracing her delicate skin. So soft to the touch, like milk spilled upon marble, smooth as sand. I run my fingers ever so gently along her arms, she cringes a bit but realizes theres no harm. I lean forward to kiss her neck, being ever so delicate to carress her my best. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the moment, I sank my teeth in and begin consuming my component. I fed on this woman whom was so beautiful and bold, yet the life in her eyes has a story to be told. Absorbing her blood I feel the dropplets drip down my chest, it feels so good I tell myself as I look at my stained vest. The taste of satisfaction and the lingering of the blood running into my veigns. 021226 what's it to you? who go blather from