I hated living in the South. The backwoods politics were enough to drive anyone insane,
but, it was home. I was able to avoid the meager workforce thanks to a large inheritance from
some aunt that I couldn’t remember but who was kind enough to remember me. Needless to say,
I was well to do. I didn’t splurge my fortune, mind you, but I had my creature comforts and was
content...for the most part.
You see, despite the free time I had on my hands, I really had no social life. Why?
Because most men are intimidated by a woman who stands six feet tall...barefoot. Throw on my
favorite stilettos and I’m pushing six and a half. That tended to freak most guys out. But, once
again, it was Friday night and I was bored out of my skull. I clicked through the two hundred
plus channels on the television before settling on the snow channel created by hitting the wrong
damn button which turned off the satellite receiver. I cursed technology and got up, resigning to
go out on another fruitless hunt for some kind of tryst. Hell, anything would be better than
nothing at this point.
I started my bath water and dropped a glycerin-covered ball of jasmine oil in the tub.
Then I took off my sweats and looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
I’m not one to boast, but I had to admit that I didn’t look that bad. Despite my height, which I
absolutely detested, I wasn’t a beanpole. My chest and hips were full and curved in to form a
small waist. Dye my hair and throw me in a red sequined dress and I could pass for Jessica
Rabbit. From a distance, I turned heads, sure, but when they got close, they would shirk away.
Go fucking figure. Shrugging off my confusion for the general male populace, I stepped into the
steaming water of a nice, hot bath. I closed my eyes and reclined against my black inflatable bath
pillow, the water lapping at my nipples as I sank down. Ahhhh. With all said and done, I really
did enjoy my life, but what I wouldn’t give to meet him...tall, yes, he had to be tall, sharp
features, a beautiful body, and green eyes, he had to have green eyes. I don’t know what it was
about green eyes, but I was utterly obsessed with them, not that my own pale blue ones weren’t
pretty, but green was sexy. An old familiar fluttering stirred down below, and I realized that I
had neglected my own pleasure long enough. I began kneading my left breast with my hand,
raking a red nail over my nipple and bringing it to life. My other hand snaked downward, over
the flat valley of my belly and into the small, trimmed patch of curly black hair. I moaned as my
fingertips brushed over my clit. Oh how I longed for a man’s touch there...stroking me, kneading
every inch of my aching, lonely pussy. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped my lips as I
slipped two fingers into the folds of my pussy. The warmth and tightness were delicious as I slid
my fingers in and out, massaging my red and aching clit with my palm. I rolled my nipple, now
hard as a small rock, between my thumb and forefinger, slightly pinching it with every twist. I
bit my lower lip and rocked my hips, causing the water to lap my body like an extra pair of hands
caressing me as I brought myself closer to the edge. My body shuddered as I slipped past the
breaking point, my pleasure washing over me in waves that could rival the ocean. My slick
juices washed over my fingers and out into the bath water as I ground against my palm with my
hips, riding the last wave as my fingertips continued pinching my left nipple. I felt sated, for the
time being, and lingered in my relaxed postion before actually finishing my bath. Yes, I
desperately needed a man’s touch; it had been entirely too long.
I stepped out of the tub and pulled the plug, watching the water drain out and hoping it
wasn’t synonymous for my evening as well. Now, what to wear? I dried off and rummaged
through my closet, garment after garment sliding by on the rail, nothing really catching my eye.
Then I remembered my new dress. Ok, so it wasn’t exactly new. I had bought it during my last
fling when I was going to attend an evening office party with some rich suit, only to find him
humping his secretary when I surprised him for lunch one afternoon. After that, I threw it into a
box and cursed everything with two legs and a dick. What the hell, I thought. I pulled the box
out and opened it. There it was: an ankle length dress made of crushed velvet. I pulled out my
black lace garter belt and hooked it around my waist, the pale skin of my upper thighs peeking
through the lacy holes seductively. I sat down on my bed and slipped two black stockings up the
smooth skin of my legs, sliding my hands up my calves before clipping the tops into the garter
belt. I stood and stepped into the stretchy velvet dress, the straps of my garter belt brushing my
thighs and cruelly reminding me how long it had been since they had been touched. I slid the
dress over my body and looked in the mirror. It had been one of my best purchases: the soft
black velvet hugged every curve of my body, the sensation second only to the silky touch of a
man’s gentle hands. Ok, this was getting ridiculous. I shivered at the thought and slipped my
feet into my shiny black stilettos. Fuck all those who were too damned chicken to talk to me. I’d
find someone tonight, come hell or high water. I stood and looked in the mirror again. The
outline of my garter belt was visible, but only enough to wet the imagination, among other
things. The top hugged my chest, pushing my breasts together and giving me some rather deep
cleavage. Tonight was going to be good. I sat down at my vanity table and brushed a little blush
across my cheekbones. Not too much, but just enough to pop a little color into my otherwise
pale complexion. The silver eyeshadow brought immediate attention to my eyes. Their odd mix
of blue and battleship grey, I’ve been told, could break a million hearts. Why then was my heart
the one that was always broken, I wondered silently as I slowly drew thin lines of black eyeliner
under my eyes. I sighed and painted my lips a deep red, the kind that only appeared red when
you were close...really damn close. I looked at my curly black hair, wondering if I should leave
it down and flowing, or if I should pull it up. Down. Definitely down, so the long curls could
brush my ass when I walked. That should get some attention.
I grabbed my purse and headed out into the balmy Mississippi night. Even at night,
Mississippi air was heavy in the summer. The humidity made my dress cling tighter to me, if
that was even possible. I fired up the V8 in my black Vette, ahh, ‘69 was the best year for the
Corvette, and headed down the street. First stop, Club Midnight. Yea, I know, cheesy name for
a goth club, but the eye candy more than made up for it. Besides, the atmosphere wasn’t too bad
either: dark, loud...and full of sexy, sweaty guys decked out in black and chains. The twenty-
something crowd was always more fun. It made me feel young again. I parked the car down the
street and walked in. I was greeted by the thumping music of Nine Inch Nails...”I want to fuck
you like an animal...” I smirked, how fucking appropriate. I ordered a glass of red wine and
slipped into a booth unnoticed. A few moments later, the waitress brought me the wine and,
when I tried to pay for it, she shook her head. I looked at her quizzically. Talking was kind of
pointless, but she pointed toward the other side of the bar to a man sitting alone. I smiled and
thanked her, handing her a couple bucks as a tip. I glanced at the man as I sipped my wine. It
was dark, but he stood out more than most with his pale skin. His black hair blended into the
dark behind him as he stood. I blinked as he walked, no, glided across the room toward me.
Before I really knew it, he was standing beside my table with my hand in his.
“Good evening,” he cooed softly as his lips brushed the top of my hand. Oh, he was
good...really damn good. All I could do was smile; words had totally escaped me.
“Might I join you, Miss?” He sweet lips curled into a soft smile that begged to be kissed.
I nodded, still unable to speak, as he took the seat across the table from me, never releasing my
hand. He gazed into my eyes and stroked my hand softly with his fingernails, but I was
hopelessly lost. His eyes, oh god, his eyes were, in all honesty, emeralds. Bright and deep green
pools that had me swimming; hopelessly transfixed and oblivious to the world around us.
“What is your name, Miss,” he cooed again. I shook my head slightly, bringing myself
back to Earth.
“Elissa. And you are?” My mouth felt dry, and the thought of kissing those lips was
driving me insane.
“Loren Matthews, and it is my pleasure entirely, Miss.” He kissed my hand again, and
the sensation of his soft lips sent chills up my spine. He brushed my cheek lightly, and I closed
my eyes, savoring his touch. Oh god, what’s happening? I felt so far removed from the world as
he leaned in close, his lips only inches from mine.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against them softly. A soft whimper escaped my
lips as he kissed them tenderly. No tongue; just the softness of his lips. It took every bit of
composure that I could muster to keep from dragging him across the table and on top of me. This
was so cruel. He sat back again, and smiled an almost angelic smile. I had to have him; I
couldn’t wait anymore. But, before I could say or do anything, he stood and pulled me to my
feet. Before I knew what had happened, we were in my car and on the way to my place.
I unlocked the door in a complete daze and stepped in. He closed it behind us and took
my purse and keys from my hands, laying them gently on the couch. In the light of my
apartment, I could actually see him much better. He was taller than me, thankfully, and his long
black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. His features were sharp,
but beautiful, and he was lean and built quite well. His black jeans clung to his body, shaping
themselves around his ass and the delicious bulge in front. His black dress jacket hung loosely
over a plain black tshirt. I watched with bated breath as he slowly moved to me, his body finally
brushing against mine in a cruel, teasing dance. He wrapped one arm around my waist and
pulled me close to him, our bodies pressing into each other hungrily. I wanted so much to feel
his lips on mine again, but he tilted my head back and began planting soft, sweet kisses on my
neck and shoulders. I purred quietly, the sound coming more from my throat than my mouth.
His hands slipped up my arms and slowly slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders. His
kisses descended as my dress revealed more of my body. My head began to swim as I felt my
dress slip past my garter belt and down my legs. He lingered at the lace of the garter belt, kissing
my hips and belly softly as he helped me step out of my dress. A little shiver ascended my spine
as he slid his hands up my thighs, his breath warming the curly black hair in front of his lips. He
slowly backed me against the wall for support and I caught my breath sharp as his tongue slipped
between the folds of my warm, aching pussy. My fingers became entwined in his silky black hair
as his tongue slid back out and over my clit. I bit my lower lip, not knowing how much longer I
could take this sweet, but cruel, foreplay. I moaned as he slid two long fingers up inside me,
nearly causing my knees to buckle under me. He slowly twisted them around and pressed them
deeper until he found what he was searching for. My body shook as he massaged my g-spot, his
tongue never relenting from its massage on my engorged clit. I cried out and gripped his head,
pulling him closer to me as I moved closer to the edge. Sensing my cues, he began fucking me
with his fingers, hitting my g-spot with every thrust inside. Once he started to suck on my clit, I
caved in. I nearly screamed as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I fell against him, my
body shuddering with every wave. I felt like I was never going to stop cumming, but the waves
finally began to subside and he withdrew his fingers and tongue. He stood and pulled me up,
cradling my shaking body in his strong arms. He softly kissed my neck, picked me up, and
carried me to the bedroom, laying me gently down on the bed. I watched dreamily as he slipped
his coat and shirt off, revealing a smooth tight chest. A little silver ring hung from his left nipple
and I wanted so badly to flick my tongue across it. The desire to pull him down on top of me
was overwhelming and my breath was ragged as I watched his jeans slide down his hips and to
the floor. My heart skipped a beat and my pussy tingled uncontrollably when he stood up
straight, deliciously hard. I wanted him. Oh my god, I wanted him so bad. He crawled on the
bed and kneeled between my legs, spreading them apart seductively. This was driving me crazy.
“Fuck me, please...” I whispered as he slid up my body. He smiled softly and kissed me.
Oh, such a kiss would make even Valentino green with envy. He slipped his tongue inside my
mouth, circling mine as if dancing to music that only he could hear. I melted into him and
whimpered softly as he moved slowly, the length of his hardness pressing against my pussy but
never entering it. I squirmed beneath the weight of his strong body, hoping that he would slip
inside me, but he pulled away and smiled.
“In good time,” he whispered as he kissed first one nipple and then the other, lingering at
each to nibble gently. I moaned pitifully. I was starving for him...aching to feel him inside me,
filling me with his release, feeding me with the energies between us. He was cruel and deliberate
and I was ready to explode. I couldn’t take it any longer. Using a strength that I normally keep
at bay for defense, I pulled his body back down, causing him to press against my pussy again.
“Fuck me now. I need you,” I growled. A sly grin came across his face, and with one
quick movement, he slammed his dick deep into my hungry pussy.
“Is this what you wanted?” He growled at me, his voice gruff with lust. I screamed and
ran my nails down his back, clawing him closer to me. His hips rose as he pulled out slowly,
then fell as he slammed his dick deep inside me again. I pulled his head down, brushing my lips
across his neck as he kissed mine. Within seconds, I had my sharp canines buried in his flesh
and began to drink hungrily. I was in heaven until I felt a sharp twinge of pain in my neck. We
both stopped moving immediately and stared at each other, both of us with a faint trace of thick
red blood on our lips and a look of sheer surprise in our eyes. He licked his lips slowly as if
savoring the taste, and then smiled at me, a pair of sharp white canines stained blood red showing
through. I licked my own lips and closed my eyes as I tasted him. Then I tasted my own as he
slid his tongue in. He began moving again, but slower, more deliberate now. The dynamic had
changed and a mounting tension began to build in us both as we moved together, kissing and
biting; drinking the little droplets of blood that we both craved so much.
I raked my nails down his back and gripped his ass, pulling him deeper into me. He
moaned deeply into my mouth, and his kiss became harder and more frantic as his thrusts
increased. He broke the kiss and sat up, pulling me into his lap. He grabbed my hips and
pumped me up and down on his dick as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I drew in my breath
and pulled him with me. His guttural growl rattled my chest as I pulled his orgasm through his
body, willing it into my own. His energies mingled with my own until I could no longer contain
them within my body. I screamed as if a flood gate had burst open inside me and our bodies
shuddered together, tightly entwined around one another. We rode the waves for several minutes
before exhaustion overtook us both and we collapsed onto the bed. His body pressed mine into
the bed as we kissed deeply. We drifted off to sleep that night in each other’s arms. And,
regardless of who we brought home, every night ended the same way. We were never lonely
again.