Sex in A Graveyard
I often visited cemetery when I was younger. I found them to be very peaceful places where I could chew over and think thing over. I used to do this on and off about twice a workweek sometimes during the day and other multiplication at Night. It was amazing the things one could see in burying ground. People continuously talking to the dead or sometimes they might tweet flowers from other tombs to put them on their own dearly departed ones ’. former times people might seem in the burial site completely salute, and while staggering over to the grave they are seeking, they fall into an open one that has just been dug. But what I was going to expose and know, was beyond belief.
That night I'd decided to take a stroll to the local cemetery to find fault up a few vibes and think about my cosmos and the decimal point I reached in life. I was a carpenter with certain dreams and ambitiousness but thing were not going quickly enough for me. I was supposed to take over the pocket-size business firm I worked in when the gaffer retired but he didn't seem to desire to retire for the time being. burial site brought me the inner peace I needed to sort my estimate out so I'd had an early meal and seeing the brilliant starlit sky and the splendid moon, I'd taken a walking to dead man's town. How could I pretend that my liveliness 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 reduce black chick slid down her white second joint. I was watching her gothic silhouette from behind a tombstone under a smart as a whip Full Moon.
She entered the burial ground baring flowers in her black-gloved mitt. Her black stiletto heels brought out the curve in her leg. She approached a tomb and knelt down before it, thus revealing the upper part of her second joint as her skirt shortened.
Her pale but expressive face denoted sorrow. Her dark eyes surrounded by thick mascara seemed to fall as flimsy tear appear. They ran down her impudence to her black lipstick. She vaguely parted her mouth as her tong wiped the salty liquidness. She placed the flowers in front of the headstone.
As I was watching her, I slowly came around behind her unnoticed and managed to study the lettering."HERE LIES KARA GALTO, honey SISTER"( 1984 - 2004 ). As I watched her kneeling, her Caucasian thighs made my humanity begin to harden. I knew then that she was going to be my next devotee. I approached her from rear end 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 helper noticing you.'
Her mascara has slightly run and her oculus were now full of tears. She smiled at me and slowly stood up. She stretched her blazonry out to me as she spoke.
‘ I knew you were there, you know. My epithet is Lilith.'
She came near to me and delicately wrapped her arms around me raising one of her legs and pressing it around my buttocks. She started to plead. ‘ Please support me tightly ;'she solicited.
The whole site seemed a niggling too fast for me though I can't say I objected. I sensed her perfume invading my psyche 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 tomb as she came with me. She raised her leg even higher and stretched it out across me. Her lip closed in to meet mine as my
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hand caressed her thigh. I could experience her breather on my brass as her lip moved towards my mentum then back up to meet mine which was encompassing overt. Her tongue entered as she un-strapped my belted ammunition. She stretched her cervix and I noticed her vena bulging slightly. She lifted her skirt. She had zippo on beneath it. As I kept stroking her peg, she unzipped me and helped me perpetrate down my blacken trousers.
I was now fix and couldn't wait any thirster when I entered her with a push. I started to come and go, at firstly slowly, but as the passionateness rose in me I sped the pace up. Gradually I felt frisson everywhere and my semen began to move. This was it. I was climaxing. I felt myself come with wild fury. Yes ! Sparkles everywhere. I was feeling shake and high temperature at the Saami time. My ejaculation seemed to close forever when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck but to me, it was just part of the love life. That's when I noticed the rake 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 phallus inside this beautiful gothic girl on top of a tombstone in the midriff of the dark under a full phase of the moon moon and she was biting me.
Although still stunned, I began to calm down as the pain slowly dissipated. I started to sense the like splash 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 world, another universe. She pulled back and looked at me then smiled.
‘ Did you like it ?'She asked candidly. ‘ Would you care to go a whole tone 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 mean exactly ?'
‘ Would you like to experience the well beingness of becoming a vampire ?'
‘ What ! A vampire ?'Now I was really panicking and yet the thought seemed to appeal to me but I wanted to jazz more. ‘ How can I do that ?'
‘ Just prick me, that's all ’. She answered stretching out her arm in a
simple way. It was as if she'd done this all her life. I looked at it for a import and decided. Why not I thought ? It'll be a new experience. I opened my jaws, took a deep breath, and bit hard into her arm. She cringed slightly for a second and then relaxed. I slowly sucked her blood. It felt strong and wonderfully tasty though it did deliver that slight metallic iron gustatory sensation at initiative, but on the unit it was quite expert, a bit like liking the ketchup off a hamburger.
She pulled away from me with great force. I was slowly beginning to feel different. My senses appeared penetrating. I could listen and see estimable. It was like listening to a garden pink Floyd album while on LSD only better. I thought I could almost fly. Maybe I could but I wasn't about to test the theory. The world was at my pes and I was ready to conker it. Suddenly reality had another font. Lilith looked at me, and smiled.
‘ Did you enjoy it ? You know that you're one of us now.'
I looked up at the sky and saw that the lunar month was turning grayness as the source of daylight was gradually appearing. I was becoming queasy. Lilith placed her finger over my rim as if to say sshhhh !
‘ No affright ! We lamia don't veneration daylight as long as we've eaten and it
isn't a luxuriously and promising sun up there yet. In fact, it's going to be fishy today.'
I relaxed again and sat up. I looked at the tomb around me for an minute and a enquiry enters my head. I suddenly remembered that we were in a cemetery and we should have been a little more respectful. Especially over the grave this vamp was visiting. I felt apologetic towards her and wanted to know who her choke relative really was.
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‘ Who does this grave 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 thirsty and
looked around for someone to run off and I saw you. Since you were so in force looking, I thought I'd turn you at the same time. I know a lot of barbarian come here at night especially on wide-cut lunation so that's why I came.'
Puzzled I ask about the flowers.
‘ Oh those, they're just airplane propeller. It seemed more authentic under the
circumstances.
All this seemed incredible and I thought I was in some sorting of role-playing secret plan for a mo. I could hardly trust what she was saying and yet I knew deep down that she was telling the truth.
‘ Why the rip then ?'
‘ Would you have come to me if I hadn't crying ?'
‘ Well, I don't really know.'
‘ I do ! rightfulness, well I better be getting back. I have to work you know.'
‘ What ! Do you entail that you actually work for a living ?'
‘ Yes, of course I do. We vampire don't live on blood alone, you know.'
‘ Oh, I thought….'
‘ I know what you thought but we do need to realize money to live on 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 secretaire 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 lot. I work for the carpenter who makes the coffins for Reilly's. And I often deliver them but I rarely see the secretarial assistant. I knew from then on, that part of my day by day life history would transfer. I would certainly take care more closely at the writing table when I delivered Ellen Price Wood from now on.
So that's how I became a vampire, what's your excuse ?
Loki Grondwitch