Sex in A Graveyard
I often visited cemeteries when I was younger. I found them to be very passive places where I could meditate and think things over. I used to do this on and off about twice a week sometimes during the day and other times at night. It was amazing the things one could see in burial site. the great unwashed continuously talking to the dead or sometimes they might pinch prime from other tomb to put them on their own dearly departed single’. other fourth dimension multitude might appear in the cemetery completely drunk, and while staggering over to the grave accent they are seeking, they fall into an open one that has just been dug. But what I was going to discover and feel, was beyond belief.
That nighttime I’d decided to take a perambulation to the topical anaesthetic graveyard to pick up a few vibe and think about my existence and the detail I reached in life story. I was a carpenter with sure dream and ambitions but things were not going quickly enough for me. I was supposed to take over the small firm I worked in when the boss retired but he didn’t seem to want to turn in for the time being. Cemeteries brought me the inside peace I needed to screen out my ideas out so I’d had an early meal and seeing the brilliant starlit sky and the glorious synodic month, I’d taken a walk to dead man’s town. How could I reckon that my biography was about to change for sound ? I was looking at a tombstone that actually appealed to me when she suddenly appeared.
As she stepped out of the car, her cut black doll slid down her white thigh. I was watching her Gothic architecture silhouette from behind a gravestone under a brilliant full-of-the-moon Moon.
She entered the graveyard baring flowers in her black-gloved helping hand. Her black stiletto heels brought out the bender in her legs. She approached a tomb and knelt down before it, thus revealing the upper part of her thighs as her wench shortened.
Her pale but expressive face denoted gloominess. Her gloomy eyes surrounded by thick mascara seemed to glint as rebuff bust appear. They ran down her cheeks to her black lip rouge. She vaguely parted her lips as her tong wiped the salty liquid. She placed the blossom in nominal head of the headstone.
As I was watching her, I slowly came around behind her unnoticed and managed to translate the lettering. “ Hera prevarication KARA GALTO, BELOVED sis ” ( 1984 & ndash ; 2004 ). As I watched her kneeling, her white thigh made my manhood Begin to harden. I knew then that she was going to be my next lover. I approached her from hindquarters and softly spoke to her.
‘ Hi, my public figure is Adam.’I started.
She turned around suddenly and appeared to be shocked.
‘ I didn’t want to scare you, but I couldn’t help noticing you.’
Her mascara has slightly run and her eyes were now to the full of tears. She smiled at me and slowly stood up. She stretched her branch out to me as she spoke.
‘ I knew you were there, you know. My name is Lilith.’
She came closer to me and delicately wrapped her blazon around me raising one of her ramification and pressing it around my buttocks. She started to plead. ‘ Please keep me tightly ;’she solicited.
The unhurt berth seemed a little too fast for me though I can’t say I objected. I sensed her aroma invading my point as her thigh squeezed me even tighter. Her groin was now pressing against mine. I felt my phallus hardening all the more.
I fell back and lay on top of the grave as she came with me. She raised her leg even gamey and stretched it out across me. Her lips closed in to meet mine as my
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script caressed her second joint. I could sense her breather on my face as her sass moved towards my chin then back up to meet mine which was wide open air. Her tongue entered as she un-strapped my belt. She stretched her cervix and I noticed her nervure bulging slightly. She lifted her skirt. She had nothing on beneath it. As I kept stroking her legs, she unzipped me and helped me pull down my calamitous trousers.
I was now make and couldn’t wait any longer when I entered her with a thrust. I started to come and go, at beginning slowly, but as the Passion rose in me I sped the footstep up. Gradually I felt chill everywhere and my semen began to move. This was it. I was climaxing. I felt myself come with savage violence. Yes ! scintillation everywhere. I was feeling shivers and heat at the Saami fourth dimension. My ejaculation seemed to last forever when suddenly I felt a tart pain in the English of my neck but to me, it was just theatrical role of the lovemaking. That’s when I noticed the blood running down my neck and realised that she’d just bit me. Hell, what was going on ? There I was with my pants down, my penis inside this beautiful gothic girl on top of a gravestone in the middle of the night under a full moon and she was biting me.
Although still stunned, I began to cool it down as the pain sensation slowly dissipated. I started to sense the same stir I had experienced a few second ago. It was as if I was coming all over again. It was hell raising. I seemed to be entering another world, another universe. She pulled back and looked at me then smiled.
‘ Did you like it ?’She asked candidly. ‘ Would you like to go a step further ?’
‘ How do you, I mean how can I do that ?’
I was completely lost for a here and now. I didn’t really read what she was talking about. ‘ What do you have in mind exactly ?’
‘ Would you like to experience the well beings of becoming a lamia ?’
‘ What ! A vampire ?’Now I was really panicking and yet the idea seemed to appeal to me but I wanted to roll in the hay more. ‘ How can I do that ?’
‘ Just bite me, that’s all’. She answered stretching out her arm in a
uncomplicated way. It was as if she’d done this all her life. I looked at it for a moment and decided. Why not I thought ? It’ll be a new experience. I opened my jaws, took a abstruse hint, and bit hard into her arm. She cringed slightly for a endorse and then relaxed. I slowly sucked her origin. It felt warm and wonderfully tasty though it did suffer that slight metallic iron taste at low gear, but on the unit it was quite good, a bit like liking the ketchup off a hamburger.
She pulled away from me with great military posture. I was slowly beginning to finger dissimilar. My senses appeared knifelike. I could hear and see better. It was like listening to a pinko Floyd album while on LSD only better. I thought I could almost fly. Maybe I could but I wasn’t about to try out the hypothesis. The Universe was at my feet and I was ready to conker it. Suddenly realness had another grimace. Lilith looked at me, and smiled.
‘ Did you relish it ? You know that you’re one of us now.’
I looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was turning gray as the beginning of daylight was gradually appearing. I was becoming queasy. Lilith placed her finger over my lips as if to say sshhhh !
‘ No panic ! We vampires don’t fear daylight as long as we’ve eaten and it
isn’t a high and smart sun up there yet. In fact, it’s going to be shady today.’
I relaxed again and sat up. I looked at the tombs around me for an instant and a head enters my fountainhead. I suddenly remembered that we were in a cemetery and we should ingest been a little more respectful. Especially over the grave this vamp was visiting. I felt apologetic towards her and wanted to screw who her deceased relative really was.
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‘ Who does this tomb belong to, your sister perhaps ? I’m sorry if we
disrespected her by having sex on it.’
‘ Actually, I’ve no melodic theme who this tomb belongs to. I was hungry and
looked around for somebody to feed off and I saw you. Since you were so goodness looking, I thought I’d turn you at the Same prison term. I know a lot of Goth come here at night especially on full lunar month so that’s why I came.’
Puzzled I ask about the flowers.
‘ Oh those, they’re just props. It seemed more authentic under the
circumstances.
All this seemed incredible and I thought I was in some sort of role-playing game for a moment. I could hardly trust what she was saying and yet I knew deep down that she was telling the truth.
‘ Why the rent then ?’
‘ Would you have come to me if I hadn’t crying ?’
‘ fountainhead, I don’t really know.’
‘ I do ! Right, well I better be getting back. I have to function you know.’
‘ What ! Do you imply that you actually work for a life ?’
‘ Yes, of class I do. We vampire don’t live on bloodline alone, you know.’
‘ Oh, I thought ….’
‘ I know what you thought but we do need to earn money to live decently so we labour like everybody else.’
‘ And what exactly do you do if it’s not too indiscrete ?’I asked with purpose.
‘ I’m a secretary at Reilly’s Undertakers.’
‘ It doesn’t surprise me.’I said thoughtfully.
As she got up and walked towards her car, I couldn’t help thinking, was I destined for this ? After all, I might have met her under former circumstances. I work for the carpenter who makes the coffin for Reilly’s. And I often deliver them but I rarely see the secretaries. I knew from then on, that part of my day-to-day life would change. I would certainly look more closely at the secretaries when I delivered wood from now on.
So that’s how I became a vampire, what’s your excuse ?
Loki Grondwitch