Sex in A Graveyard
I often visited cemeteries when I was new. I found them to be very peaceable places where I could reflect and call back things over. I used to do this on and off about twice a workweek sometimes during the day and former times at night. It was amazing the things one could see in graveyards. hoi polloi continuously talking to the dead or sometimes they might tweet heyday from other tomb to put them on their own dearly departed ones ’. early times the great unwashed might appear in the graveyard completely drunkard, and while staggering over to the grave they are seeking, they fall into an undecided one that has just been dug. But what I was going to discover and receive, was beyond belief.
That night I'd decided to pack a saunter to the local necropolis to pick up a few vibes and think about my existence and the tip I reached in life. I was a carpenter with certain aspiration and ambitions but things were not going quickly enough for me. I was supposed to select over the small firm I worked in when the boss retired but he didn't seem to want to retire for the metre being. necropolis brought me the inside heartsease I needed to separate my ideas out so I'd had an early meal and seeing the brilliant starlit sky and the magnificent moon, I'd taken a walk to dead man's townspeople. How could I guess that my life was about to change for good ? I was looking at a tombstone that actually appealed to me when she suddenly appeared.
As she stepped out of the car, her thin Black skirt slid down her snowy thighs. I was watching her black letter silhouette from behind a tombstone under a brilliant Full Moon.
She entered the memorial park baring peak in her black-gloved hands. Her black stiletto blackguard brought out the curvature in her leg. She approached a tomb and knelt down before it, thus revealing the amphetamine theatrical role of her thighs as her skirt shortened.
Her pale but expressive face denoted sorrowfulness. Her dark eye surrounded by thick mascara seemed to shine as slight binge appear. They ran down her impudence to her black lipstick. She vaguely parted her lips as her tong wiped the salty liquidity. She placed the flowers in front man of the headstone.
As I was watching her, I slowly came around behind her unnoticed and managed to read the dedication."HERE prevarication KARA GALTO, dearest SISTER"( 1984 - 2004 ). As I watched her kneel, her white thighs made my manhood Begin to harden. I knew then that she was going to be my succeeding lover. I approached her from behind and softly spoke to her.
‘ Hi, my 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 full of split. She smiled at me and slowly stood up. She stretched her arms out to me as she spoke.
‘ I knew you were there, you know. My gens is Lilith.'
She came closer to me and delicately wrapped her blazon around me raising one of her wooden leg and pressing it around my buttocks. She started to plead. ‘ Please throw me tightly ;'she solicited.
The whole spot seemed a little too fast for me though I can't say I objected. I sensed her perfume invading my oral sex 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 high and stretched it out across me. Her sassing closed in to meet mine as my
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hand caressed her thigh. I could feel her intimation on my face as her mouth moved towards my Kuki then back up to converge mine which was wide open. Her tongue entered as she un-strapped my belt. She stretched her neck opening and I noticed her veins bulging slightly. She lifted her skirt. She had zip on beneath it. As I kept stroking her legs, she unzipped me and helped me attract down my dark trousers.
I was now ready and couldn't postponement any longer when I entered her with a push. I started to amount and go, at firstly slowly, but as the rage rose in me I sped the pace up. Gradually I felt shiver everywhere and my semen began to propel. This was it. I was climaxing. I felt myself come with uncivilized Fury. Yes ! coruscation everywhere. I was feeling thrill and passion at the like time. My ejaculation seemed to last forever when suddenly I felt a sharp nuisance in the face of my neck but to me, it was just part of the making love. That's when I noticed the blood running down my neck and realised that she'd just bit me. underworld, what was going on ? There I was with my pants down, my penis inside this beautiful mediaeval girl on top of a tombstone in the midriff of the nighttime under a replete moon and she was biting me.
Although still stunned, I began to simmer down down as the pain in the ass slowly dissipated. I started to sense the like bustle I had experienced a few moments ago. It was as if I was coming all over again. It was hell raising. I seemed to be entering another human race, another world. She pulled back and looked at me then smiled.
‘ Did you like it ?'She asked candidly. ‘ Would you care to go a step further ?'
‘ How do you, I mean how can I do that ?'
I was completely lost for a moment. I didn't really understand what she was talking about. ‘ What do you signify exactly ?'
‘ Would you like to experience the well organism 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 know to a greater extent. ‘ How can I do that ?'
‘ Just bite me, that's all ’. She answered stretching out her arm in a
elementary 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 mysterious breathing space, and bit hard into her arm. She cringed slightly for a second gear and then relaxed. I slowly sucked her rakehell. It felt warmly and wonderfully tasty though it did bear that slight metallic smoothing iron gustatory perception at get-go, but on the whole it was quite near, a bit like liking the tomato ketchup off a hamburger.
She pulled away from me with not bad strength. I was slowly beginning to find different. My skunk appeared sharper. I could hear and see just. It was like listening to a Pink Floyd album while on LSD only better. I thought I could almost fly. Maybe I could but I wasn't about to essay the theory. The macrocosm was at my feet and I was ready to conker it. Suddenly reality had another look. 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 grey as the starting time of daylight was gradually appearing. I was becoming queasy. Lilith placed her fingerbreadth over my rim as if to say sshhhh !
‘ No panic ! We lamia don't fearfulness daylight as long as we've eaten and it
isn't a senior high school and promising 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 interrogation enters my capitulum. I suddenly remembered that we were in a burying ground and we should have been a little more reverential. Especially over the tomb this vamp was visiting. I felt apologetic towards her and wanted to know who her snuff it 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 idea who this tomb belongs to. I was hungry and
looked around for soul to feed in off and I saw you. Since you were so respectable looking, I thought I'd tour you at the same prison term. I know a lot of Goths come here at night especially on good moons so that's why I came.'
Puzzled I ask about the flowers.
‘ Oh those, they're just prop. It seemed more reliable under the
circumstances.
All this seemed incredible and I thought I was in some variety of role-playing biz for a moment. I could hardly believe what she was saying and yet I knew deep down that she was telling the truth.
‘ Why the crying then ?'
‘ Would you have come to me if I hadn't crying ?'
‘ well, I don't really know.'
‘ I do ! right, well I better be getting back. I have to work you know.'
‘ What ! Do you mean that you actually turn for a living ?'
‘ Yes, of course 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 garner money to last 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 other fate. I work for the carpenter who makes the coffins for Reilly's. And I often deliver them but I rarely see the writing table. I knew from then on, that piece of my daily life would transfer. I would certainly count more closely at the secretary when I delivered Mrs. Henry Wood from now on.
So that's how I became a lamia, what's your excuse ?
Loki Grondwitch