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Subject: Title story: "Morbid obsession" Author: Wicked Temptress 83547469
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Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 03:37:53 +0000
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It's a cool, clear, fall night. A slight dampness could be felt within the
refreshing night air. An altogether perfect night to walk amongst the graves in
the town cemetery.
I don't know what exactly it is about graveyards that attract me so much.
They just call out to me, beckon me like some long lost lover begging to
touch me again.
Sometimes the urge to go to the cemetery, to give in to it's calling, is
stronger than other times. Tonight happens to be one of those nights.
Truthfully, I've never felt the desire so strongly as I have been feeling
it tonight.
So, I've decided to go on the local vampire tour, which I know will lead me
directly through the cemetery.
It's nearly 8pm now. I'm waiting with about seven other people at the cemetery
gates for the tour guide to show up.
Most of the people waiting around are tourists. Sometimes there are two or three
other Goths taking the tour too. However, I'm the only Goth girl here tonight.
The guide finally arrives and calls everyone's attention as he prepares to
begin the tour.
I tune his words out of my head and start to become impatient to enter the
gates. Just when I think my impatience will over-rule my actions, he opens the
gates and we all begin to enter the cemetery.
I immediately feel at home. My impatience is gone, but my desire
continues to build.
As we pass the grave stones, my hand yearns to reach out to caress the cool
stone texture. I can't seem to help myself.
I begin to walk slower, and slower. Never taking my eyes off of the rows of
graves that I walk past. Until finally I stop, almost completely oblivious to
the fact that I am now way behind the tour group.
As if I am in a trance, my feet start to lead me off of the main path and into
the rows of graves. I hold my hand out and lightly run my fingers across the
names engraved into the headstones as I continue my slow daze-like walk.
The wind blows past me, caressing my entire body in the most erotic way I have
ever felt. Every hair on my body stands on end. My nipples harden so suddenly
that it almost feels as though an electric current is surging through my body.
My legs tense slightly as I feel my pussy become wet. I have become completely
engulfed in desire. Suddenly, I become possessed with the burning desire to cum.
Turning to find a nice stone plot I can sit on, I notice a newly visited plot
with four floral arrangements left standing next to it.
"Perfect." I whisper just under my breath as I make my way towards it.
I take a deep breath as I climb onto it. Closing my eyes briefly, I breath in
the unique ...
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