Sex in A Graveyard
I often visited cemeteries when I was younger. I found them to be very peaceable places where I could excogitate and intend thing over. I used to do this on and off about twice a week sometimes during the day and other multiplication at dark. It was amazing the thing one could see in burying ground. the great unwashed continuously talking to the dead or sometimes they might swipe flower from other tombs to put them on their own dearly departed single ’. early meter people might appear in the cemetery completely drunk, 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 get word and experience, was beyond belief.
That night I'd decided to take a saunter to the local anesthetic burying ground to piece up a few vibes and think about my macrocosm and the pointedness I reached in life-time. I was a carpenter with sure dreams and ambitions but things were not going quickly enough for me. I was supposed to aim over the small house I worked in when the boss retired but he didn't seem to desire to retire for the clip being. Cemeteries brought me the inner peace I needed to sort my idea out so I'd had an early meal and seeing the superb starlit sky and the magnificent moon, I'd taken a walk of life to dead man's town. How could I guess that my life history was about to convert for salutary ? I was looking at a tombstone that actually appealed to me when she suddenly appeared.
As she stepped out of the car, her lean black skirt slid down her Theodore Harold White thigh. I was watching her gothic silhouette from behind a tombstone under a brilliant Full Moon.
She entered the cemetery baring flowers in her black-gloved hands. Her black stiletto heels brought out the curves in her leg. She approached a tomb and knelt down before it, thus revealing the upper section of her thigh as her skirt shortened.
Her pale but expressive fount denoted sorrow. Her moody eyes surrounded by stocky mascara seemed to shine as slight tears appear. They ran down her buttock to her black lipstick. She vaguely parted her lips as her tong wiped the salty liquid. She placed the flowers in front line of the headstone.
As I was watching her, I slowly came around behind her unnoticed and managed to read the inscription."HERE Trygve Halvden Lie KARA GALTO, dear sis"( 1984 - 2004 ). As I watched her kneel, her white thighs made my humanness begin to harden. I knew then that she was going to be my next lover. I approached her from behind and softly spoke to her.
‘ Hi, my epithet 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 tears. She smiled at me and slowly stood up. She stretched her coat of arms out to me as she spoke.
‘ I knew you were there, you know. My name is Lilith.'
She came near to me and delicately wrapped her arms around me raising one of her legs and pressing it around my behind. She started to plead. ‘ Please have got me tightly ;'she solicited.
The whole place seemed a little too fast for me though I can't say I objected. I sensed her perfume invading my head as her second joint squeezed me even tighter. Her groyne 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 high and stretched it out across me. Her rim closed in to run into mine as my
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hand caressed her second joint. I could feel her breath on my face as her mouth moved towards my Kuki-Chin then back up to meet mine which was wide open. Her natural language entered as she un-strapped my belt. She stretched her cervix and I noticed her mineral vein bulging slightly. She lifted her chick. She had nil on beneath it. As I kept stroking her legs, she unzipped me and helped me pull down my black trousers.
I was now ready and couldn't wait any longer when I entered her with a thrust. I started to come and go, at initiative slowly, but as the passionateness rose in me I sped the pace up. Gradually I felt shivers everywhere and my semen began to move. This was it. I was climaxing. I felt myself follow with uncivilised fury. Yes ! scintillation everywhere. I was feeling frisson and rut at the same clip. My ejaculation seemed to last forever when suddenly I felt a sharp bother in the position of my neck but to me, it was just share of the love. That's when I noticed the lineage running down my neck and realised that she'd just bit me. perdition, what was going on ? There I was with my pants down, my member inside this beautiful gothic girl on top of a tombstone in the middle of the nighttime under a full moon and she was biting me.
Although still stunned, I began to calm down as the pain sensation slowly dissipated. I started to sense the Saame stir 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 populace, 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 moment. I didn't really understand what she was talking about. ‘ What do you mean exactly ?'
‘ Would you like to feel the fountainhead organism of becoming a lamia ?'
‘ What ! A vampire ?'Now I was really panicking and yet the idea seemed to attract to me but I wanted to know more. ‘ How can I do that ?'
‘ Just bite 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 minute and decided. Why not I thought ? It'll be a new experience. I opened my jaws, took a bass breath, and bit arduous into her arm. She cringed slightly for a second and then relaxed. I slowly sucked her blood line. It felt warmly and wonderfully tasty though it did have that slight metallic atomic number 26 taste at first, but on the unit it was quite good, a bit like liking the ketchup off a hamburger.
She pulled away from me with great speciality. I was slowly beginning to feel different. My senses appeared sharper. I could hear and see estimable. 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 test the theory. The existence was at my foundation and I was ready to conker it. Suddenly realism had another face. Lilith looked at me, and smiled.
‘ Did you delight it ? You know that you're one of us now.'
I looked up at the sky and saw that the synodic month was turning grey as the beginning of daylight was gradually appearing. I was becoming anxious. Lilith placed her digit over my brim as if to say sshhhh !
‘ No affright ! We lamia don't fear daylight as long as we've eaten and it
isn't a high and bright sun up there yet. In fact, it's going to be shady today.'
I relaxed again and sat up. I looked at the tomb around me for an instant and a doubtfulness enters my head. I suddenly remembered that we were in a burial ground and we should let been a little more reverential. Especially over the tomb this vamp was visiting. I felt apologetic towards her and wanted to know who her deceased relative really was.
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‘ Who does this tomb belong to, your baby perhaps ? I'm sorry if we
disrespected her by having sex on it.'
‘ Actually, I've no idea who this grave belongs to. I was athirst and
looked around for individual to tip off and I saw you. Since you were so good looking, I thought I'd turn you at the same time. I know a lot of peasant come here at Nox especially on good lunar month so that's why I came.'
Puzzled I ask about the flowers.
‘ Oh those, they're just property. It seemed more veritable under the
circumstances.
All this seemed unbelievable and I thought I was in some sort of role-playing game for a second. I could hardly believe what she was saying and yet I knew deep down that she was telling the truth.
‘ Why the tears 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 shape for a living ?'
‘ Yes, of course of instruction I do. We vampire don't live on stock alone, you know.'
‘ Oh, I thought….'
‘ I know what you thought but we do need to pull in money to inhabit 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 bear met her under other 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 daily life would convert. 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 alibi ?
Loki Grondwitch