Sex in A graveyard
I often visited burial ground when I was vernal. I found them to be very peaceful place where I could speculate and cogitate thing over. I used to do this on and off about twice a week sometimes during the day and other time at Nox. It was amazing the affair one could see in graveyards. People continuously talking to the dead or sometimes they might pinch peak from other grave to put them on their own dearly departed ones ’. Other times people might appear in the burial site completely fuddle, and while staggering over to the grave accent they are seeking, they fall into an capable one that has just been dug. But what I was going to discover and experience, was beyond belief.
That night I'd decided to take a stroll to the local anesthetic cemetery to pick up a few vibes and think about my existence and the point I reached in sprightliness. I was a carpenter with certain dreams and ambition 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 need to pull away for the sentence being. burial ground brought me the inner peace I needed to screen out my theme out so I'd had an early repast and seeing the brilliant starlit sky and the brilliant Moon, I'd taken a paseo to dead man's town. How could I pretend that my life story was about to interchange for dependable ? I was looking at a tombstone that actually appealed to me when she suddenly appeared.
As she stepped out of the car, her flimsy black skirt slid down her E. B. White thighs. I was watching her medieval silhouette from behind a gravestone under a brilliant full moon Moon.
She entered the cemetery baring prime in her black-gloved men. Her black stiletto heels brought out the bend in her legs. She approached a tomb and knelt down before it, thus revealing the upper percentage of her second joint as her skirt shortened.
Her pale but expressive face denoted sadness. Her dark eyes surrounded by thick mascara seemed to shine as slight tears appear. They ran down her buttock to her opprobrious lipstick. She vaguely parted her back talk as her tong wiped the salty liquid. She placed the blossom in front man of the headstone.
As I was watching her, I slowly came around behind her unnoticed and managed to take the inscription."here LIES KARA GALTO, dearest SISTER"( 1984 - 2004 ). As I watched her kneel, her white thighs made my humanity 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 center were now full of tears. She smiled at me and slowly stood up. She stretched her limb out to me as she spoke.
‘ I knew you were there, you know. My name is Lilith.'
She came secretive to me and delicately wrapped her arms around me raising one of her legs and pressing it around my tail end. She started to plead. ‘ Please harbor me tightly ;'she solicited.
The whole situation seemed a little too fast for me though I can't say I objected. I sensed her perfume invading my head 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 lips closed in to play mine as my
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hand caressed her second joint. I could sense her breath on my face as her lip moved towards my chin then back up to touch mine which was encompassing open. Her tongue entered as she un-strapped my belted ammunition. She stretched her neck and I noticed her mineral vein bulging slightly. She lifted her annulus. She had nothing on beneath it. As I kept stroking her legs, she unzipped me and helped me root for down my black trousers.
I was now cook and couldn't wait any longer when I entered her with a thrust. I started to amount and go, at first base slowly, but as the passion rose in me I sped the pace up. Gradually I felt shivers everywhere and my semen began to motivate. This was it. I was climaxing. I felt myself come with untamed furiousness. Yes ! Sparkles everywhere. I was feeling chill and warmth at the Lapp meter. My ejaculation seemed to finally forever when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck but to me, it was just part of the love. That's when I noticed the blood running down my cervix and realised that she'd just bit me. hell on earth, what was going on ? There I was with my bloomers down, my penis inside this beautiful gothic missy on top of a gravestone in the middle of the night under a full lunar month and she was biting me.
Although still stunned, I began to calm down as the annoyance slowly dissipated. I started to sense the Saami stir I had experienced a few instant 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 mo. I didn't really understand what she was talking about. ‘ What do you mean 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 attract to me but I wanted to screw Thomas More. ‘ How can I do that ?'
‘ Just bite me, that's all ’. She answered stretching out her arm in a
childlike way. It was as if she'd done this all her life. I looked at it for a second and decided. Why not I thought ? It'll be a new experience. I opened my jaws, took a deep breather, and bit hard into her arm. She cringed slightly for a second and then relaxed. I slowly sucked her blood. It felt affectionate and wonderfully tasty though it did have that flimsy metallic iron taste at initiatory, but on the whole it was quite sound, a bit like liking the ketchup off a hamburger.
She pulled away from me with with child strong suit. I was slowly beginning to experience dissimilar. My senses appeared card shark. I could see and see in effect. 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 try the theory. The population was at my metrical foot and I was ready to conker it. Suddenly realism had another face. Lilith looked at me, and smiled.
‘ Did you savor it ? You know that you're one of us now.'
I looked up at the sky and saw that the moonshine was turning Grey as the beginning of daylight was gradually appearing. I was becoming anxious. Lilith placed her finger over my lips as if to say sshhhh !
‘ No scare ! We lamia don't fear daylight as long as we've eaten and it
isn't a high up and bright sun up there yet. In fact, it's going to be louche today.'
I relaxed again and sat up. I looked at the grave around me for an instant and a inquiry enters my point. I suddenly remembered that we were in a necropolis and we should have been a little more respectful. Especially over the tomb this prickteaser was visiting. I felt excusatory towards her and wanted to do it who her die comparative 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 estimate who this grave belongs to. I was hungry and
looked around for soul to give off and I saw you. Since you were so just looking, I thought I'd turn you at the same time. I know a lot of Goths come here at night especially on wax moonlight so that's why I came.'
Puzzled I ask about the flowers.
‘ Oh those, they're just props. It seemed more reliable under the
circumstances.
All this seemed incredible and I thought I was in some sort of role-playing game for a mo. I could hardly believe what she was saying and yet I knew deep down that she was telling the truth.
‘ Why the weeping then ?'
‘ Would you have come to me if I hadn't crying ?'
‘ well, I don't really know.'
‘ I do ! right wing, well I better be getting back. I have to lick you know.'
‘ What ! Do you think that you actually work for a living ?'
‘ Yes, of course I do. We lamia don't live on blood alone, you know.'
‘ Oh, I thought….'
‘ I know what you thought but we do need to earn money to dwell 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 writing table at Reilly's Undertakers.'
‘ It doesn't surprise me.'I said thoughtfully.
As she got up and walked towards her car, I couldn't avail thinking, was I destined for this ? After all, I might have met her under other circumstances. 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 share of my daily life story would alter. I would certainly reckon more closely at the secretarial assistant when I delivered wood from now on.
So that's how I became a lamia, what's your apology ?
Loki Grondwitch