The Last Seduction

Thea Meets Her Master

2008-04-06T21:21:00.000+01:00

I awoke without thinking anything was wrong. It wasn’t until my eyes came into focus, and my brain kicked into gear that I realised something was wrong. This wasn’t my bed, my room. Ah, crap. My brain chugged along at a maddeningly sluggish pace, which I can only assume was caused by the vamp sucking my neck last night. He must have put some kind of tranquilising glamour on me.

I eventually started to panic as my brain sifted through the events of last night, the strange vamp, and what he’d told me.

My Master wanted to claim me properly. I wasn’t really sure if this was a good thing or not. After dreaming about him, and waking up feeling incredibly horny, I wanted him more than anything. But now, in the cold light of day, when he was threatening to appear for real, I wasn’t sure. After all, he’d been sent by the Guardian Angel, so he couldn’t be a good guy.

I looked around me. There was no way I’d be able to escape. They’d taken all necessary precautions to build a room capable of holding a vampire, regardless of how powerful they were. Damn it. I suppose I’d just have to wait it out and see what happened. I still wasn’t entirely sure what the Guardian Angel wanted from me, but I was fairly sure he didn’t want me dead, so maybe I was safe for the time being. Guess I’d find out soon enough.

Moments later, I heard sounds outside the door. My senses picked up two people, or perhaps beings would be a more accurate description. The door opened slowly, its weight making it scrape heavily across the stone floor. A creature I’d never seen before was opening it. A weak, pathetic-looking vampire. Perhaps one they kept as a kind of pet. The sort that should really be killed before he put the rest of his kind in danger by being outsmarted by another supernatural race. I imagined they probably kept him indoors to run errands.

However, the being that stepped through the door once it was open was far from pathetic. An enormous figure loomed in the doorway. Big in more than just the physical sense. He just gave off an air of complete authority and power, and I immediately dismissed all ideas of trying to escape. This dude would catch me in no time.

As he stepped out of the shadow of the doorway and into the room, I gasped. Then realised that now, I didn’t actually want to escape. He was here. My Master. He’d finally seen fit to summon me for real.

A slideshow of images flickered through my mind… my dreams. The outfits he’d made me wear. The things he’d made me do. The things he’d done to me. And yet, far from being repulsed, or afraid, I was excited. I was aroused. I felt an aching and a warmth in my core, and waited for what seemed like hours before he spoke to me.

Sugasm #125

2008-04-01T19:16:00.001+01:00

All-Nekkid Thursday courtesy of Tara Tainton.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #126? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Filling Myself

“We too want, need, conversations in which someone listens to us and considers our needs, not just their own.”

Sex Worker Solidarity: Amanda Brooks

“There’s a lot of love among activists, even those who disagree with one another.”

Need

“These images that come from the artistic workings of your inner soul speak to me, as mine do to you.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself (one from the vaults)

10 Lies Pornographers Tell

Editor’s Choice

Though We’ve Never Met

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

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Erotic Writing and Experiences

Everything we said the last time we had sex.

Exposed

A game of seduction

A glorious Tuesday evening…

I can suck a few more cocks

IOU

The Kiss

A Long Awaited Meeting

Lust and Laundry

Quiet Quickie

Soaked- BBG’s first ejaculation

(You’re only) the best I ever had

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Blonde MILF tastes her pussy in gangbang

Half-Nekkid Thursday: All Nude

Kasandra K from Models Are Us

Spanky The Clown

Sex Work

For The Love Of Gawd, Don’t Be An Adult Marketer

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

Bondage Strap-On Movie: Double Trouble

Anna Rose Is A Beautiful Pony Girl At Naked Gord

The Deviant List

Having Your Cake & Eating It Too

My night at Torture Garden plus review

Yay, um… Fox?

BDSM & Fetish

Cheet’n the Limits

Extremes on a Friday afternoon

Half-Nekkid Chick with a Dick

How to Become a Slut In Three Easy Days

Need

No Talking

Riding the edge play…

Surrender?

Ode to Anal: Daniel and Franklin

Ownership

The Science of Submission

Tie me up tie me down-A bi-girl shares her first SM experience

“You hold on to our kisses with your breath…”

Sex Humor

Did We?

LOL Spank - Rulez She Haz Dem

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

“And Now A Saucy Word From The Sponsor…” 1967

Down to the Sexy Letter (Part 1)

Joy of Butt Plugs

Male Intimacy: In a Non Sexual Manner

Ownership

2008-01-21T20:47:00.000Z

I let my mind wander for a few seconds more on the subject of claiming Harry and therefore being mine, forever. I let myself forget my half-formed idea temporarily, and concentrated on what was happening right then.

Harry twisted away from my lips, only to return the favour and kiss my neck, a guaranteed way of turning me to jelly. Ironic, really, considering that putting my mouth on other people's necks is what keeps me alive. He planted butterfly kisses on my skin, alternating with gentle sucks and nibbles. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. He still had one hand on my ass, the other he brought up to cradle the back of my head, and tangle in my hair, pulling my head further back.

My mind slowly started to register something wasn't quite right. He was still pulling my head further back, so much so that he was making me lose my balance. I risked falling on my ass in a graveyard - not ideal. Just as I opened my mouth to protest, his teeth punctured my skin. His sharp teeth. My eyes flew open, but I couldn't see much. It was pitch black and there was a dark haired man sucking at my neck.

Dark haired. Ahhh fuck! Harry had been blonde! The shock made me so slow to react to what was going on that I started to feel a little woozy from the blood that was being drained from me. Did this other vamp know I was one, or had he just jumped on what he thought was an unsuspecting victim in the graveyard? But no, he can't have done – he kissed me first!

I'm pretty sure male vampires don't snog their victims before killing them. I suppose it happens, but it's not the norm. I certainly don't kiss people before I bite their necks! I began to really panic because my body was not reacting as I wanted it to, and fighting this man off. My brain was screaming, my heart was thumping, but my limbs appeared to be frozen. Was this some kind of super-vamp that could control me?

Seconds later, everything started to make sense. He was talking to me. Not in the normal sense, of course, because his teeth were still buried in my neck. He was speaking inside my head.

Thea, he said, you mustn't be afraid of me. I'm not here to hurt you.

So why the fuck are you sucking my blood then?!

He chuckled, in my head.

They told me you were fiery. Just listen to me.

Who's they? And who are you? What are you doing to me?

Your Master sent me. He wishes to see you.

My… Master? He's real then?

Of course, you silly girl. He's watched and waited for long enough. Now is the time for him to claim you properly.

Just as I was about to say that I would never be claimed by anyone, I blacked out.

Soulmates Reunited

2007-12-01T22:37:00.001Z

After having my mind-blowing thought about somehow communicating with Harry, I rushed home. I was convinced there must be a way, on this special night, that I could see him once more. If I could see him, talk to him, know he was OK, maybe then I could start to be more at peace with myself and what had happened. Perhaps I could let go of him, and move on.

I logged straight onto the internet and started wildly Googling spiritual websites that might be able to tell me how I could communicate with the dead. How odd, I thought, vampires are supposed to kill people and not give a shit. I really am one of a kind.

Eventually I hit the jackpot. I'd had to sift through a lot of dross to find out what it was I really wanted to know, and when I did, I felt sick with excitement. It really was possible. I was going to be able to speak to my soulmate once more. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Now I had to execute my plan. It was a pretty weird plan, but in my situation, I couldn't afford to be picky. I took the things I needed from home, and set off.

Although they'd never found a body, the police had provided enough evidence to Harry's parents for them to believe he was dead. And so, without a body, they'd had a service for him and had a headstone erected in his honour. I'm sure they felt it was the only way they could move on. And this was the only way I could.

I headed for the beautiful little churchyard in which Harry's parents had laid his memory, if not his corpse, to rest. They lived in a small village, I'd discovered, and their community was pretty close, so I hoped to God nobody would notice me wandering around in the churchyard because I didn't fancy a run-in with a nosey neighbour, or worse, the police.

Once there, I quickly located the headstone as my heightened senses could smell the still fairly-fresh earth where they'd had to dig to secure the base of the headstone. See, I do have some useful powers.

Standing on what would be Harry's grave, if there was a body, I began the ritual necessary to bring his spirit to me from the other side. I took the blade from my pocket, along with a scarf. It had been Harry's scarf that I'd once inadvertently gone home in because one evening he'd insisted I looked cold and gave it to me. He'd never asked for it back, so I kept it because it reminded me of him. After his death I hid it away because the memories were just too painful.

I held out my left arm and draped the scarf over it, in the crook of my elbow. Then I took the blade, and, closing my eyes, sliced my skin enough to draw blood. I looked back and watched the blood well up out of the wound then wrapped the scarf lightly around my arm and waited. The red stain grew on the material, and I really hoped the website I'd been on wasn't just a load of hocus pocus.

According to the information on the website, my blood on something belonging to Harry would give him enough power to temporarily come back to the living realm. I wasn't sure it would still work, given that they were referring to human blood. But given it's what I drink, I figured that it would be close enough. It was worth a shot anyway.

When the scarf was saturated with blood, I peeled it away from my skin. The wound was already starting to heal. I just hoped it would be enough. I draped the garment across the headstone, stepped back to a respectable distance, given I had no idea where he would appear from, closed my eyes, and spoke the incantation.

Moments later nothing had happened. I felt all the hope leave my body and my shoulders slumped. Just as I was about to open my eyes I sensed something. A split second later I felt a pressure on my lips, arms sliding around my waist and up to the back of my neck. It was like something out of Ghost. I relaxed into the moment and kissed him back. I knew it was him from the way he touched me, from the way my body responded. And because it felt right. I was kissing a dead person, but it still felt right.

The weird thing was, although my brain knew Harry was dead and that effectively I was kissing a spirit, my body didn't seem to care either way. It responded in the same way it always had to his touch, and I became aroused. I let my rational thoughts go and just enjoyed the moment. It would probably never happen again.

I felt my nipples harden under my top, my clit begin to stir and my heart thud in my chest. I desperately wanted him to touch me in my most private place. To leave off where we started, but this time to enjoy the ultimate pleasure, together. I really felt it was right to lose my virginity to Harry, despite all the other reasons it was wrong. You know, the whole he's-dead-and-we're-in-a-graveyard thing. I loved him when he was alive, and just because he'd gone, my feelings had never diminished, even after all my attempts to move on. They'd just been a front, a big up-yours to my Guardian Angel. There was no way I'd ever let him know he was grinding me down. Not a chance.

Harry's thoughts were clearly as one with my own as one of his hands trailed down my back and cupped my bum and pulled me closer to him. I felt his erection hot and hard against me, and my pussy drooled in response. How can something so wrong, feel so right? I firmly pushed the thought away and trailed my lips away from his only to let them taste the skin of his throat, the delicate skin behind his ears. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to kiss and touch him all over, claim him as my own.

Claim him? Now there was a thought I didn't push away… Could it be done?

All Hallows’ Eve

2007-10-31T08:01:00.001Z

After a week or so of waiting for a reply from the guy I'd contacted, I was bored. I'd been constantly checking my e-mail, eager to take the next step and see what pleasure could truly be derived from sex.

But he hadn't replied. I didn't know if it was because he wasn't using the site anymore, he hadn't checked it recently, or what. Perhaps he just wasn't interested in me. I took his silence as a hint that he wasn't interested, so I looked at the profiles I'd saved once more, and chose someone else. I sent him a message similar to the one I'd sent the previous guy; casual, short and to the point. Then I thought, what if this guy doesn't reply either? This could take ages!

So in the end, I contacted each and every guy that had attracted my interest in my original search, without stopping to think what would happen if more than one replied. That thought didn't come until much later.

I decided I'd done enough for one day and I turned off the computer and got stuck into another of my filthy novels. It had become quite an obsession for me, ploughing through these books full of erotic romance, and downright dirty sex. I was learning more and more with each word I read, and I couldn't wait to try some of these things on a willing victim. I was excited – this sex thing sounded like so much fun, I couldn't wait to join the club. I spent an entire day reading and fantasising, then went out on the hunt that night in a great mood and bit the neck of a burglar I caught trying to break into someone's house. I did a good deed and left him unconscious outside their house, hoping they'd discover him in the morning and turn him in.

I slept a wonderful sleep that night, and was undisturbed by dreams or thoughts of any kind. It was lovely. I woke up feeling refreshed and bouncy, and logged onto the computer to see if any of my potential suitors had contacted me. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desk as I waited for the computer to boot up, wondering what I'd do next if I had had a reply.

My thoughts soon came grinding to a halt as I stared at my inbox. Ah fuck, you've done it now, I thought. Twenty-six messages. Bloody hell, what was I going to do with all of those?! Speed date them? Line them all up on a table and give them five minutes each to woo me? I can't believe I actually considered that for a moment, but I did. Then I giggled.

Well, may as well start from the beginning. First come, first served, as they say. So I clicked on the first message and began to read.

Some two hours later I'd read and replied to all of the e-mails. Some of them had been more interesting than others, but I was careful not to disregard any of the others based on their writing skills. Some people aren't good with words, they're better when it comes to physical actions. And that was all that mattered, of course. I was, as they say, out to get laid.

I'd been so preoccupied with the e-mails and thinking about the various guys and the things they'd said, that I'd forgotten to feed. So I went out and took the same route I had before, just to see if I could see any evidence of what that burglar had got up to when I'd left. But it was still fairly early, there wouldn't be any night-prowlers out at that time. Except for me of course, but I'm so much more subtle than your average person with unusual nocturnal habits.

That evening though, I wasn't the only one with odd habits. As I wandered the streets looking for a lonely walker I realised nobody was alone. There were people out in groups, running around and giggling. Knocking on doors. Then I realised they were dressed in strange outfits and carrying brightly coloured buckets. After a few slow seconds it dawned on me. Hallowe'en. There were even people dressed as vampires. Never fails to make me laugh. The very thought that humans believe we look like that cracks me up. I was walking right past them for God's sake, and I didn't stand out. Well, I did, but only because I was one of the few people around not dressed in a weird outfit with fake blood dripping down my clothes.

As I carried on down the street another thought hit me with full force. Hallowe'en. The 31^st of October. All Hallows' Eve. The first anniversary of my quest, if I must call it that. I had been on this stupid journey for a whole year, and I still wasn't much closer to achieving my target. At this rate I'm never going to do it. And I really don't want to consider the alternative. The very thought of what could happen to me sickens me. It's not me, the real me.

The real me has hopes and desires that are strangely human. They seem to crave love and affection, and some have beliefs that they will meet someone with whom they'll spend the rest of their lives blissfully together. And I have to say it doesn't sound like a bad idea to me. After my brief time with Harry, all I know for definite is that I want to feel that again for someone.

As Harry crept into my conscious train of thought once more, I was slammed against a wall of grief. We'd been so close. What the hell had I done to be punished in such a way that he'd been taken from me? At that moment I would have given anything to see him again. I silently pleaded. Someone, somewhere must have heard my plea because a thought then wormed its way into my brain.

It's All Hallows' Eve, Thea. The day of the year when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest.

Suddenly I had butterflies in my stomach. I hardly dared let my thoughts continue along the path they were on. But it was too late. Already my head was full of ideas of somehow communicating with Harry. Could it be possible? Then I realised, in my life, anything is possible.

I would find a way.

Back From The Brink

2007-10-06T10:08:00.001+01:00

My longing was almost my undoing. After my last entry I became a shadow of myself, wandering the streets, feeding only when the need became too great to ignore it any longer. I took no heed of the world around me; days and nights passed me by. I was floating, suspended in a place that was all my own. No other beings inhabited my world and yet still I searched. For my Master. The Guardian Angel. Harry. I think I knew deep down I would find nobody in this dark place, and yet my desperation drove me on.

I needed answers, and I searched for the people that could give them to me. And as I searched, I was vulnerable because the real world was hidden by state of delusion I was in. If anybody, or anything took it upon themselves to attack me, I would have folded like a house of cards in a breeze. Luckily I wasn't disturbed. Not in the physical sense anyway. My mind was in turmoil, and it was a good few days before I came back to myself. My parents were away, or I'd have probably been dragged back a long time before then. I was still glad they were away. I hated being around them at a time like this, because they knew that something was deeply wrong. I noticed the whispered conversations and exchanged looks as I roamed the house. But there was no point telling them. There was nothing they could do. Unless they could bring the dead back to life, make dreams reality, and knew the identity of my Guardian Angel, then they were pretty much useless. Even one of those would have been a great help – one more weight off my sagging shoulders.

But I knew I must face, and defeat, this on my own. I'd never been one for relying on others, and I wasn't about to start now. I knew the answers were around the corner, and that because the Guardian Angel was so in control (although I'd never admit it to him) that they would only be revealed to me when I was good and ready.

My life wasn't really much fun, so the good things that happened, I took full advantage of. My Master came frequently to me in my sleep, and we indulged in such decadent and erotic acts that I was having to change my bedsheets almost every day because I'd masturbate myself into a frenzy when I woke up dripping with lust.

I'd know instantly when I woke up that I'd dreamt of him. It wasn't every night, but when I awoke after one of those nights, I knew about it. Even before the dream came back to me, my body was on fire. I felt tingling throughout my body, I felt achy and sore. I really felt as though I'd been fucked, and fucked hard. And yet I hadn't been touched. My pussy would be dripping wet, my clitoris swollen to an impossibly large size, and I'd tease and pleasure myself.

I grew to love those sessions, the abandonment of orgasm, the sensation of letting go and letting the waves of pleasure wash over me. I became a sex addict of sorts. The irony, of course, being was that I was still actually a virgin. In my waking life anyway. In my dream life I'd been a bad, bad girl, but the real me was innocent. Well, you know what I mean.

I decided to do something about it. I didn't have any control over my life as a whole, the Guardian Angel had seen to that. He'd taken my lover, and was taunting me with a subconscious sex God, but he couldn't control what I was physically doing in my waking hours. If he was keeping an eye on me, as I suspected he was, I'd give him something to look at!

All I wanted was no strings sex. By this point I'd been doing reading and research. I'd read erotic fiction; novels about powerful young women seducing shy colleagues; authority figures taking advantage of their inferiors and much more. For a virgin, I knew a fair few tricks of the trade. I found it amazing how many different ways there were to do essentially the same thing. I was a walking Karma Sutra. Now to find someone to test out my new-found knowledge.

I knew now that spontaneity presented too much of a risk, that is, I could still end up going home alone, and still a virgin. I wanted to be rid of the cursed purity – to open my legs, and therefore my mind. I believed the answers would be revealed at the loss of my maidenhead. I know what you're thinking, but I was clutching at straws. I just wanted to be in control of something. And I really felt sure that was the way to get things moving along, to locate the next piece of the puzzle and find out where on earth my life was heading.

I went online and decided to do some searching. How sad I am I, I thought, on dating sites, for God's sake! What would be my chat up line, anyway?

Voluptuous and virginal vampire seeks virile victim…

Somehow I think that would have gone down like a ton of bricks. So in the end I didn't post an ad, I just searched through guys that had posted theirs and filtered them down to find a suitable few that I could choose from. It was, first and foremost a dating site, but people were encouraged to be honest and so some people had put things like "just after some sexy fun" or "one night only." Perfect, that was just what I needed. I saved a few profiles that I liked, then went through them more carefully. I picked my favourite and sent him a message. Since the others were saved, if this guy didn't work out, I could always log back in and choose someone else. No big deal. Or so I thought….

Sugasm #95

2007-09-04T18:35:00.001+01:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #96? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Cuffed

“She could see that he had something concealed in his other hand, but couldn’t quite tell whether it would be an instrument of torture or pleasure.”

Lunch Hour

“He’s very good, but I notice the almost imperceptible start as he notices what’s going on.”

About size

“But if we’re going to start talking about penis size, then it is only fair to talk about vagina size.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

“Men on a Mission” Calendar 2008

Editor’s Choice

The S Spot Sexy Short Story Competition!

More Sugasm

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BDSM & Fetish

Abstract Question

Crimson Pain

Etched with Love (Anniversary pt 1)

Half-Nekkid in America

Happy HNT - Rope bondage paddling

His Cane, His Gown, His Mortarboard

Master and Slave

On becoming a small letter person

Pagan preaches…

Sex and Money

Spankings and Cupcakes….

Want To Learn How To Do Figging?

Sex Humor

Mystery Sex Toys

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Ace and Idiot

The beauty stops by

Brothers friend..what a night to remember.

Drenched

Finger Fucking Friday

Grey

Holding Pattern

MFF

No reservations, part 3

Welcome back….

NSFW Pics & Videos

Half-Nekkid Fetishist

Lilya in polka dots

Perla | Voluptueux (errotica archives)

Petter Hegre’s Fantasy Island

Ron Harris’s Latest Erotic Photo and Video

Sex Work

Do I Kiss & Tell? (Or, Why Sex Pros Make Better Bloggers)

Sex Work And Religion: Sacred Pussy, Controlled Womb

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

The Brick Wall Statement

Being out vs Being out there

MisQuote The Craig, Evermore

More On “Hiding in Plain Sight”

The Scientific Desires

Sex News & Reviews

Ivy Intimate Touch Palm Massager Review

Pick me, pick me!

Master and Slave

2007-08-24T21:44:00.001+01:00

Desperation. My state of mind during the whole sorry incident by the club had been my downfall. I'd been so desperate to confront the Guardian Angel and make him pay for what he'd taken from me that I'd been convinced my plan couldn't fail. And I suppose, deep down, I was expecting him to appear and who knows what would have happened next?

I knew next to nothing about him. I didn't even really know what he was, who he was. Could he kill me? Would he kill me? There must be a reason that he'd seen fit to rob me of my soulmate – it's unlikely he would have done that if he didn't have some kind of vested interest in me. Unless he really was just a sick bastard taking pleasure in other people's pain. He's certainly a bastard, that's for sure.

My original plan hadn't worked. I believed I could lead him to me by being intimate with another man. But it seemed he was too clever, and he saw through that. He knew Tim was just a nobody, just someone I'd picked up for my own uses. Poor guy. Heaven knows what he thought when he woke up, his limp and bloody cock lying dormant in his pants, knowing how men treasure their "crown jewels" he'd probably be mortified. Just an innocent guy. And I'd used him. What the hell was the Guardian Angel reducing me to?

Since that night, he's continued to torture me. He's been sending the beautiful man to me.

I hadn't seen him since the morning of my birthday, an apparition in my bedroom. A temptation I couldn't touch, and he couldn't touch me. Though his gaze spoke volumes; he wanted me. He'd disappeared without me knowing who on Earth he was, and what he wanted. His only message to me had been the revelation of my quest – I didn't know his name, or even if he was real. Was he some kind of embodiment of what the Guardian Angel believed I thought was attractive? How would he know?

He looks nothing like Harry. Harry was cute, pure, and yet still sexy. The mysterious dream man is dark, brooding and dangerous. Somehow I feel that if I met him for real, I'd be on my knees in seconds, begging to serve him. I think this because of the dreams.

In my sleep he is my master. He arrives and I am immediately submissive, his slave. He speaks quietly but surely, and I do his bidding.

He gives me outfits to wear. I put them on wordlessly, eagerly, wanting to please him. His eyes drink me in, studying me carefully. His face is unreadable. I wear a variety of outfits for him. Sometimes leather, sometimes silk, satin… different every time. It's almost as if he's trying everything out on me to see what he likes best. Often we return to leather and PVC – he hands me short skirts, strapless tops, long boots. Fishnet stockings. I look like a slut. He treats me like one.

He cuffs my hands behind my back, rendering me helpless. I don't feel frightened or threatened. I feel aroused. When he takes control, I feel my juices start to dampen my inner thighs.

He demands I kneel on the floor in front of him and he makes me suck his cock. He removes it from the confines of his trousers and forces it into my mouth. I don't react. I take it willingly, all the way down my throat and worship him with my mouth. He throws his head back, revealing his long white throat. I long to kiss him, his lips, his neck, his chest. He never allows me to touch him in that way. Everything is sexual. Nothing is intimate or tender. He simply has me do his bidding, then leaves.

He never comes when I go down on him. Often he'll get close, then order me to bend over whilst he takes me from behind, stuffing himself into me, stretching me, hurting me. He loves to hear me scream, and tortures my ass cheeks with volleys of slaps, leaving me with red handprints over my skin. Then he pulls out and releases his load all over my hot, burning bottom, laughing as I wince at the sensation.

"Little slut," he says, "Wait until I take you up the ass. Then you'll know real pain."

Then he leaves. Leaves me in limbo, horny as hell, having not had an orgasm myself. He unlocks my wrists, kisses my hand, and is gone.

The times I've woken up with a throbbing pussy are countless. What is his purpose? Is he attempting to drive me mad by showing me what I'm missing? But why in that way? I know all people don't have sex like that. That the sex we have is a fetish that humans have, called by numerous names dependent on the severity of the punishments and the types of outfits. There are so many variations. But somehow he knows that being treated that way turns me on… but how could he know what would turn me on in real life? My dreams could be totally different to what I'd really like. I have no real idea of how I'd like a man to touch me, but I'm pretty sure I'd like to made love to, not fucked ruthlessly the way my Master does.

I've taken to calling him that now. He's beautiful, but he's also my Master. I still do not know his name or what he's doing in my dreams. All I know is that when he comes, I become his slave, and my pussy throbs and twitches for him. I hope one day I will please him enough so he will touch me, probe my most secret place with his fingers, his tongue. I long for him to bury his face between my thighs and I will grip his hair and gyrate against his face until he gives me a thundering orgasm.

If only he'd come to me for real. Because I want him, and yet all I get is a damp patch on my bedsheets when I wake up and a yearning feeling deep inside my soul. Could he be destined for me? Has he been handpicked for me by my Guardian Angel? If so, why?

I feel I should hate my Master because he's been sent by my Guardian Angel, but I can't. All I know is that when he is with me I am complete, and when he's not, I feel pain in my heart, and my waking moments are consumed by thoughts of him. I long to see him again, for him to look at me, and have me do his bidding. Perhaps one day he'll make love to me for real. I hope so. I long for him.

A very late Sugasm #90

2007-08-10T18:14:00.001+01:00

Sorry... I've been on holiday... Lucy

Sugasm #90

Mon 30th Jul, 07

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #91? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Fat can be sexy

“I understand what it’s like to be surrounded by images that reinforce that skinny is the ONLY way to achieve sexiness.”

Are Women Visual Critters, Too?

“With the invention of the internet, however, I think that it gets even more complicated.”

Marriage, Monogamy, and All that Jazz

“My chosen lifestyle and relationship type wasn’t making any sense to the other women.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

S Magazine

Editor’s Choice

Supply and Demand

More Sugasm

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Am I Missing Anything, Really?

Catalina loves the Museu de l’ Erotica

Cheating Men

“How much confession can one read before becoming uncomfortably numb?”

I’m a Woman Man: Episode 2 - Faces

Lulu Forever

Playground positions

So many rabbits…

BDSM & Fetish

Car Wheels on a Gravel Road

Dirty words

Fetish Film - English Punishment Series (Spanking, Caning)

The Flesh Remembers

Fun with a subby boy

Luring the Guardian Angel

The Percentage Game

Sukebe Otaku: Happy Tears, Revisited

Teeth and claws and cock and cunt

Thunder: Service With A Smile

The Violent Kiss

Wake up bitch…

Worshipping post-erior - leaving my mark

You suck!

Sex News & Reviews

Lelo Nea Mini Vibrator Review

Sex In The Virtual World - Computer Games

Sex Humor

How To Get His Attention

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Amy of 24.7 in the Kitchen

Drum Solo (video)

Half-Nekkid Exhibitionist

Ivett

Sex Work

Busy Princess Play Day

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Distracted by Her shoes

Endangered

I Want

No reservations, part 1

An old friend

Pink

Sleeping Beauty…

Supply and Demand

That Kiss

Torrential

We were in heat

Amy of 24/7 courtesy of Kitchen Girls.

Luring the Guardian Angel

2007-07-27T21:09:00.001+01:00

In the darkness I felt my stomach contracting, and the bile rising into my mouth as I prepared to give oral sex to a man for the first time. A man I hardly knew, and didn't really like. I hadn't pictured my first time being like this. I'd imagined mutual attraction, deep affection and sexiness. I'd been reading stories about lust so strong that people literally want to rip one another's clothes off and make love. So I had a pretty good idea of what feelings sexual activity should provoke in someone. And I had, after all, experienced some of those feelings of arousal with Harry, though we hadn't got to the stage where we'd acted on it. And now we never would.

But with Tim there was nothing. Except disgust. I felt like a prostitute until I reminded myself why I was doing it. Why I was kneeling on the dirty ground between a relative strangers knees. I prayed for anything to get me out of the situation, even for my Guardian Angel to show up. Just for something to get me out of doing the deed. I must have delayed for too long because suddenly I felt Tim's hands on the back on my head, forcing me down onto his penis.

My instincts kicked in. As I was feeling threatened, my canine teeth instantly withdrew from their dormant state, slashing the skin and tissue of Tim's erection. He screamed and jumped up off the bench, blood gushing everywhere. He looked down in horror, and then at me. He screamed again, seeing my mouth and face smothered in blood, my white teeth protruding. He stood, paralysed by fear, unable to take his eyes from my face, or more specifically, my mouth. I believe he thought I was going to kill him.

I advanced towards him, and he scrambled awkwardly – jeans still around his ankles – away from me and behind the bench. Oh yes, I thought, that will protect you. Fucking idiot.

He began to whimper like an injured dog. Surprised nobody had heard the commotion already, I knew I had to shut him up one way or another, because people had probably seen us leaving together. And the last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself. Human attention, anyway.

I leapt over the bench easily, landing beside him. He drew his arms up over his face and I heard him –

"Please, no. Don't kill me. I'll do anything you want. Just don't kill me."

As I lowered my already bloodstained mouth to Tim's throat; I heard him. Laughing at me. Hysterically.

Thea, did you really think it was going to be that easy? I know exactly where you are, whenever I need to. You didn't "summon" me the first time, did you? This boy was never a threat, just someone you picked up off the street. And to think you were going to pleasure him, for nothing. I'd say you had a lucky escape. Just a shame he didn't…

I tried my best to ignore him as I drank Tim's blood, wiping his memory clean at the same time. I had to be careful, he'd already lost a lot of blood, if I took too much he could die anyway. And I didn't want that on my conscience. I had enough to think about already. What the hell was I going to do now? The Guardian Angel seemed to be thwarting me at every turn, messing everything up, and then laughing at me.

And they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Well, right then, that's all I was emanating: fury. I certainly wasn't getting revenge. Standing in a back street, supporting the weight of an innocent man as I modified his memory, I was pathetic. An embarrassment to my race and sex.

I also had no idea what story to plant into poor Tim's memory to explain a sliced and bloody cock. I used the first thing that came into my head – a girl had been giving him a blow job when she sneezed and accidentally bit him. Then she freaked out and ran off. It would have to do. I depended on the fact that he'd been drinking beforehand to make him gloss over the incident in his mind.

I covered Tim's modesty and left him lying unconscious on the bench. We hadn't been too far from the club, so I knew later on someone would find and help him. I headed home quickly, hoping nobody would see me in these bloodstained clothes, with blood all round my mouth. They'd think I was a vampire or something.

Later that evening, I lay in bed and thought of Harry. If something like that had happened with him; if we gotten that far and he'd pushed my head down onto his cock – would the same thing have occurred? I'd never experienced anything like it before – as usually when I felt threatened, it was for a good reason, therefore my instincts were correct. But an inebriated young man after some sexy fun was no threat to me. I could have murdered him in less than a minute without breaking a sweat. So what was going on? What had made me feel scared enough to prepare to fight?

Bait

2007-06-27T22:46:00.001+01:00

This time I have not wavered from my quest. I realised every moment I wasted in thinking about what to do, I could actually be doing something, and getting one step closer to my goal. I am breaking the whole quest up into steps now, rather than letting myself examine the enormity and importance of it all. It's too overwhelming that way. Steps are much easier. That way each little bit feels like an achievement.

When I last wrote, I spoke of enticing the Guardian Angel, of leading him to me. The way was clear. That didn't make it any easier. I thought about when he'd first appeared in my life. It was when Harry and I were about to make love. I don't think that was a coincidence. I think making love is the gateway to my new life. I think if Harry and I had made love, that's when my future would have been decided. If, in fact, Harry was "the one," the moment we made love would have been when my moment of transformation would have happened. I'm sure of it. And so was my Guardian Angel. That's when he appeared at that moment. It all makes perfect sense. Perhaps it's because making love is a way of giving one's body and soul over to someone else, trusting them completely. I am not sure of the fine details, but that's the link.

Having reached this conclusion, I did the very thing many single humans do on a Friday night. I went out with the intention of getting "laid." I believe that is the expression used.

So I got dressed into something suitably sexy. I even wore make-up. I wasn't sure where people hung out (my usual place tending to be the dark alleys of the town, looking for innocent victims), so I wandered, trying to look as though I knew where I was going. After discreetly following a group of girls, I saw where the crowds were headed. I stopped outside a place called Fallen Angels. Ironic or what? I hesitated, and wondered if this was another set up. Then I told myself off.

Everyone is here, all the humans. This isn't all for my benefit. It's a bona fide club. Stop messing around.

I shook the feeling off and headed in. After a few short moments I understood the phrase I seen on the Internet – cattle market. The place was packed to the rafters with sweaty bodies. Young girls gyrated on the dance floor in next to nothing. Men stood around the edge of the floor eyeing them hungrily. I now understood the difference between looking for a life partner and looking for someone for the evening. This was all about sex, and nothing about personalities and conversation. I thanked my lucky stars I'd met Harry, albeit for a short time. Finding that place before meeting him would have given me totally the wrong idea.

There must be some attraction though. The place was rammed, and everyone looked happy, and as though they were having a good time. I decided to join them. I went to the bar and got myself a drink.

Half an hour or so later, I'd explored the place fully and had settled myself into a corner, leaning as casually against the wall as I could. I watched the writhing bodies, which began to sway more than writhe as the evening went on, the alcohol affecting their balance. I couldn't understand this human pastime. Why would they want to visit a place like this, buy overpriced drinks which made them look simply ridiculous when they become inebriated? They stagger around with no grace or decorum. Why on earth do men find these women attractive?

This too, became clear in time. It made them unaware of what was happening. Men were taking advantage. From my vantage spot in the corner, I saw men touching women inappropriately as they danced. I felt sure these women would not allow that if they were sober, in the cold light of day. They were being taken advantage of.

That's when my plan came to me. The easiest way for me to achieve the evening's goal would be to do something similar with a man. I'm not too shoddy-looking, I'm sure I could attract a man who wasn't up to the eyeballs in booze, but if he was drunk, it would be so much easier. For example, whatever may happen once I got him alone could easily be passed off as a drunken hallucination, or hopefully forgotten altogether in the alcohol-induced amnesia.

So I left my spot in the corner and headed for the dance floor. Having studied the floor for long enough that evening, I began to dance and sway, much like the other occupants of the space. I felt incredibly silly, and out of place, but reminded myself that needs must. Soon I attracted attention. A man sidled over to me, swaying slightly.

"What ya doing on yer'own in a place like this?" He yelled over the thumping music.

"Looking for some fun." I shot back, grinning in what I hoped was a flirty way. Those dating classes sure did come in handy.

"Fun eh? Fancy another drink?"

I studied him. He was alright. Not what I'd particularly choose for myself, but he'd do. I might not even have to go through with it. Hopefully that bastard would turn up before anything happened. Either that or lurk in the shadows until it was all over and then come and laugh in my face. God I hated him. I consoled myself with the fact that one day I would kill him. But I'd make him suffer first.

"Actually," I said, wafting my face with my hand, "I'm a bit hot. I think I've had enough. I might head outside for a bit. Can I catch you later?"

"Don't be daft, you can't go outside alone. It's not safe, you don't know what kind of weirdos are out there." I suppressed a giggle. "I'll come with you. I could do with cooling down myself."

"OK, let's go."

We headed outside where it was indeed cooler. He swayed slightly as we wandered across the street and sat down on the kerb. I realised I didn't even know his name. I enquired. Tim. Nice ordinary name.

We made small talk. I politely answered his questions about myself, and asked him about himself, not even mentally storing the answers. This wasn't about finding a soulmate. This was about avenging the death of the one I'd already found.

Soon, though, I got bored. And I pounced. No, not like that! I kissed him, roughly. I figured that if everything we did was different to how I'd done it with Harry, then I wouldn't associate the experiences, and I'd somehow get through it. So the way I kissed Tim had none of the gentle intimacy that I'd shared with Harry. I detached myself from the experience as best I could.

To use a worn out cliché, one thing led to another and Tim suggested going somewhere more private. Obviously my place was out, and he didn't mention going to his, so somewhere outside was on the cards. Perfect. We made our way to the park. I ignored the shudder than ran up my spine as I thought about past events and we stumbled arm in arm towards a bench.

Seconds later Tim had unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled his penis from the confines of his underwear. I was grateful for the darkness as I rolled my eyes. So he wanted oral sex did he? I was sure he wouldn't have been so eager had he known I'd have preferred to bite it and suck his blood rather than pleasure him. I repeated my mantra – needs must – in my head. I closed my eyes and lowered myself to the ground between his knees.

The Dream

2007-06-06T15:50:00.001+01:00

After having some time to think (yes, more, I know!) I've realised a few things. For starters, because of what's happened, I've lost sight of my original goal. Which was, in case you've forgotten, to find my one true love. I thought I'd found that in Harry. But thinking about it, when I found him and we started seeing each other, nothing spectacular happened. To me, I mean. Feelings wise, I felt all "loved up" but there was no physical change in me and I didn't feel any different. I'm still the same vampire I was. But then again, how am I supposed to know? I doubt there's going to be a bolt of lightning and a God-like voice saying,

Thea, now has come the time to make your choice. Do you remain a vampire and risk losing Harry, or do you become mortal?

If only things were so easy. So was that my chance and I missed it? Does that mean I now have to remain a vampire forever with no chance of happiness? Will I be turned into a truly evil being, caring about nothing but myself and where my next meal is coming from? I really don't want that to happen. That's not the real me. How do I get the answers to all these questions?

An unbearable thought lingers inside me. I fear I have yet another reason to track down the evil being that killed Harry. Because I think he is the only one that can answer these questions for me. Somehow he is completely tied up into this situation. Although he only appeared when Harry and I were together, I think he's more involved than that.

I think he is the one that sent me on this mission to begin with. He sent the message, he must have done. There's no-one else. My parents would never agree with altering the natural order of the world.

I never did explain did I? I just launched into my tale without giving you a full explanation. I am sorry. My mission was revealed to me in a very unusual way. It came to me in a dream. Not so unusual, you may think. But normal vampires don't actually dream. When they sleep, they appear totally lifeless, no breathing, no eye movement beneath the lids, nothing.

I've always dreamt, as long as I can remember. But as a private person I've never felt the need to share it with anyone, up until now. Least of all my parents, I don't want them suspecting there's something different about me, their only child. Who knows what they'd do. They'd send me to vampire doctors and try and "cure" me. I've always liked being different, being good. Good by vampire standards anyway.

Anyway, my dream came on an ordinary night, weeks before my birthday, when this whole sorry adventure began. Perhaps it was intentional, to give me time to prepare. Suddenly my peaceful sleep was interrupted by the beginning of a dream. A beautiful man crept into my subconscious sleeping mind. He was tall, slender and dressed in a long black coat. His hair curled into his neck, dark and lustrous. He turned to me and his face lit up in a smile that made him look incredibly sexy, and dangerous. He explained why he'd come to me and told me of my quest. I felt as though he was flirting with me. It was almost as if he was indicating that it was him that I should be seeking in my waking life. He made no attempt to touch me, but his body language was clear: he wanted me. How this could be possible I didn't know, how on earth was I supposed to find someone that had appeared in my dreams and told me nothing of himself? Maybe he wasn't even real. But somehow, I knew what he'd said was true.

I'd dreaded my birthday, knowing it would be overshadowed by my having to begin my quest. But then I began to analyse what had happened and thought I didn't have to begin there and then. Who would know? But on waking on the day, he'd appeared again, an apparition at the foot of my bed. He said and did nothing. But I knew it was a warning, and I have never made light of the situation since. I am too afraid.

Somehow my Guardian Angel sent the beautiful man to me, to my dream, to my waking life. He knows things about me that others do not. How could he know that I dream?

Maybe he's been setting me up all along, treating me like some kind of puppet. Maybe he also sent James, and Harry.

Or maybe I'm being completely paranoid. But there's only one way for me to find out for sure. I have to find him. Something tells me it's not going to be as simple as walking up to a door, knocking and finding him within.

I have to lead him to me.

I Will Not Rest Until He’s Dead

2007-05-11T21:55:00.001+01:00

I'm. Going. To. Kill. Him. I'm. Going. To. Kill. Him. That's all I've been able to think about for weeks now. My brain is kind of skirting around the main issue of why I want to kill him, and preoccupying itself with thoughts of murder most foul. Protecting itself I suppose. Trying not to think about Harry, and how he was taken from me before we'd really had a chance to begin. Guardian Angel my arse. Aren't they supposed to make you happy?

Therefore, I've been doing my research. I've been desperately trying to find out who this guy actually is. All I know is that he is some kind of vampire, or perhaps just another immortal type that drinks human blood. Obviously asking daddy is completely out of the question because he'd start asking questions about why I was asking questions and so on. No, it's not worth it. This is something I have to do on my own.

So I've been looking around to try and find out about Guardian Angels. Except the only sort I seem to be finding are the sort that accompany humans, and look after them. There doesn't seem to be any information anywhere about Guardian Angels that accompany vampires, and rather than looking after them, murder their lovers. Doesn't seem to add up does it? Why on earth would somebody want to murder Harry? He's hurt nobody, and meant nothing to anybody except me and his family and friends. It's not like he was some criminal mastermind with lots of enemies. He was just a great guy that made me very happy, for the short time I was with him. And I swear I'm going to find out what exactly happened to him, and why. I say what happened to him because I haven't forgotten about the car. It never landed at the bottom of the bank. Either that or the drop was so long that I'd gone before it happened. But I doubt it. I waited long enough. And there was nothing. Not a sound. I was in a strange frame of mind that night, weakened and confused, so I didn't go and investigate. I regret that now, in a way. However, given the fact I was already incredibly weak from the lack of blood, a human toddler could probably have killed me. So whatever happened to that car, I was in no fit state to tackle it. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough, because something tells me that my Guardian Angel had something to do with it.

I haven't seen him since, which can only be a good thing. But given the fact I've barely left the house since that night, it's hardly surprising. He's unlikely to start popping round for a cup of tea is he? Particularly if he knows who my daddy is. Daddy is a very powerful man, and I'm guessing not many people would like to mess with him, not even vampires. He keeps himself to himself, but he has this quiet power that seems to command respect from everybody that knows him. No, I'm not going to see my Guardian Angel around here. I've got to find him myself, and when I do, he'll know about it.

My mother has been asking questions too, which doesn't help. For saying she's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, she has sussed out that I'd been seeing someone and she kept asking about when she was going to get to meet him. I'd avoided her questions at all costs, and actually, avoided her. But that's pretty normal anyway. I talk to her as little as I can. Dreadful woman. I wish she'd mind her own bloody business. So when she asked me whether I'd fallen out with my "young man", I told her so. She didn't take too kindly to my outburst, and stood in the kitchen looking all hurt and lost. The only problem is she'll have probably have gone running to daddy. So I'd better be careful, I don't want him thinking there's anything wrong, because once he gets involved and starts digging, the shit will hit the fan. He can always get secrets out of me when he starts interrogating me, so I keep myself to myself and don't let on that there are any secrets to be kept. I can't deal with that right now. I need to be alone, to deal with my feelings, and work out what I'm going to do next. I need to do something, I can't carry on like this. It's driving me insane.

I dream about Harry. It's horrible. Well, the dreams aren't horrible, but when I wake up I feel dirty and like I'm some kind of sick weirdo. Because I dream about Harry and I carrying on where we left off that night, the night that freak was at the car window. My dream totally erases that part, and carries on. Harry and I continue to get raunchy, and we have full sex. And it's wonderful. Amazing. Everything I hoped it would be. It's sexy, but loving at the same time.

When I wake up I seriously feel sick because there are so many emotions running through me. I'm still feeling a little horny from the dream, because of the intensity and realism; I'm feeling disgusted, because I was dreaming about having sex with a person who's dead; and I feel lost and really depressed, because I know I'm never going to see Harry again. Then I feel angry. And that's what gets me out of bed. That white hot anger that makes me clench my fists so hard my nails dig into my palms and it hurts. I will not rest until I find that bastard and teach him a lesson for what he's done to me.

Sugasm #76

2007-04-29T14:51:00.000+01:00

Mon 23rd Apr, 07

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #77? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

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The Curse of Nude Modeling Strikes Again (www.taratainton.com…)

“I choose to share images of my nude or near-naked self on this website.”

My Kinkiest Fetish (thenakedrhetoricaltruth.blogspot.com…)

“There is an erotic frisson about a skillful mindfuck that is almost as good as the real thing.”

Upgrading the Product Line (thismuse.blogspot.com…)

“But even in the throes of orgasm, part of my brain is ticking off the clock.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

What Am I Supposed To Do? (sugarbank.com…)

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The Sex Club: Part 1 (theprovocateur.wordpress.com…)

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Our Struggle With Desire (part 2) (perverselypoly.blogspot.com…)

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My darkest moment

2007-04-14T10:51:00.001+01:00

I don't know how long I was there, beside Harry's lifeless body. But eventually I came to my senses and realised that soon enough somebody would come along and discover me crouching next to a corpse. It hurt to describe Harry as a corpse. Up until hours ago he'd been my boyfriend, the guy I was in love with. He was full of life and laughs, and we'd made each other happy.

I knew I couldn't confide in my father. What with the James fiasco and now this, he'd be keeping me locked in my bedroom. I could hear him now… Thea, he'd say, you seem to attract danger. And by endangering yourself, you're endangering me, your mother and the rest of our people. You must learn to be more careful. And so on.

So I had to be strong and sort this one out for myself. And that meant getting rid of the evidence. It made me sick. This was Harry. My boyfriend, someone's son, someone's grandson, someone's friend. Not just a nobody. I hadn't killed him. I took some solace in that fact. Until I realised, actually, I had. Maybe not first hand, but his involvement with me is what got him murdered by that… freak.

I knew then I'd get revenge. This guy, whoever he was, wouldn't get away with taking Harry away from me. We'd had the potential to be great together, and it had been ended before it had really started. I decided to hunt the bastard down, torture him, and then kill him. Then discard him, like he'd done to Harry. Like a meaningless piece of trash on the streets. He'd better watch his back.

But, back to the task in hand. Once more I'd been left with a body on my hands to get rid of. Why me? What had I done to anybody? I lifted Harry gently, as if protecting him. A little late for that now, I thought bitterly, I couldn't hurt him where he was now. The quickest way to hide the body would be to use the car. A little less suspect than carrying him around the streets.

I began to feel a little woozy as I placed Harry in the back seat of his car. The adrenalin that had been coursing through me was wearing off, and I remembered I hadn't fed since the previous evening. It must have been late. I normally arrived home after an evening with Harry and had plenty of time to feed before I went to bed.

I clambered into the driver's seat, despite having no idea how to operate a car, and slumped momentarily, overwhelmed by the evening's events. Then I drove. I've no idea how, it was all a total haze. My mind was starting to shut down with the lack of blood, and I went onto autopilot. I drove, and drove.

My presence of mind was jolted back to the moment when the car started to make strange noises, began shaking, and then stopped. For fuck's sake, I thought, what else can possibly go wrong?

I didn't even know where I was. I looked out of the window and I was in some alien land. There were trees dotted around the landscape, albeit few and far between. The land to the left of the road disappeared down a steep hill, and then disappeared. I knew then what to do. But there was something I had to do first. There's no way I had the strength to push that car without feeding. It just wouldn't happen. I got out of the car and sniffed the air, and listened hard for the sounds of creatures of the night. Not other vampires of course - but animals. Anything with a beating heart that I could drain of its lifeblood to renew myself. I hated myself when I became like this, so hard and driven for only one thing. It's why I didn't ever let myself become hungry. I didn't like the person I became when my mind was consumed with thoughts of feeding. I became feral, a predator, dangerous.

A quick hunt around revealed nothing. Was I to die here? Disappear into nothingness because some evil creature had taken my love from me and left me so consumed with grief and confusion that I hadn't been able to feed? I began to think perhaps it was best if I died. After all, Harry was gone. What did I have to live for?

Then, at my darkest moment, the Guardian Angel's last words came to me.

"He will not hurt anybody again."

No he fucking won't, he's dead. And you fucking killed him you bastard. You won't get away with it.

Suddenly, a laugh echoed in my head. A hallucination? I'm not sure, but it was enough to get me moving again. I knew what I had to do, and although I knew it wouldn't do much for my state of mind in the short term, I knew in the long term it would help me achieve my goal. Harry would have wanted it. We'd never discussed anything of the sort, but somehow, I knew.

I opened the car door and leant over Harry's body. He looked gorgeous even in death, his skin pearly white, his expression one of perfect calm. He looked as though he was sleeping. I drew closer, shut my eyes. I desperately didn't want to do this, but knew I had no other choice. I would join him in death if I didn't. But Harry hadn't done the things I have, seen things. There's still a chance he could go to Heaven, whereas I would definitely be going to Hell – so we wouldn't be reunited, even in the afterlife.

I did it. I sunk my teeth into the flesh I'd so frequently kissed and caressed. I knew that evil creature had drained him, but there was bound to be some sustenance left in the body, just enough to keep me going until I could find something else. I tried to shield my mind from what I was doing, but it was impossible.

Biting your own boyfriend, the voices taunted. No wonder you're lonely. You'll die lonely. Find your one true love? In your dreams. Who would want you? You're a monster.

I was. I was a monster. But I was a living monster, and I was going to avenge Harry's death. Even if it was the last thing I did. I drew back, eyes still closed and felt my way out of the car, so I avoided having to look at him. I stuck my head into the front of the car and turned the steering wheel to point to the left. I got out, shut the door, still avoiding looking into the back, went to the rear of the car, and pushed. With all my might, which still wasn't much on that small amount of the blood. But it was enough. The car went sailing down the hill, picking up speed as it went along. I heard the occasional crashing sounds as the car hit and brushed trees and rocks. I waited until I heard the final collision with the ground before I left.

It never came.

Sugasm #74

2007-04-10T19:34:00.000+01:00

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #75? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

History: Marlene on the Wall (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)

“3AM, showering, head, his hands soapy on my breasts, I’m thankful I’ve dropped weight, the water is warm and cool enough to feel like bed.”

Afternoon Debauchery (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

“Occasionally he’d push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations.”

Too Many Choices (http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)

“We’d been naked most of the time since getting here on Friday, so I wasn’t surprised when I reached under her skirt and found that she wasn’t wearing any panties.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Circumcision? Bullshit. (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor’s Choice

Spanking Models Run For Charity, AKA Bums on the Run (http://adelehaze.com)

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Ah! Yer Kegeling Me! (http://smutandsteff.com)

The Cruel Algorithm of Desire (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)

Gold Star Academy of Discipline to open Washington DC branch! (http://principalquattrano.com/blog)

Thoughts on the “true love revolution” (http://www.jessicagoldharalson.com)

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Jesse Capelli Nude (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)

Webmistress Feature Gallery: Dirty Chores (http://www.TaraTainton.com)

Sex Work

Oh, for the good old days (http://www.callacuckoldress.com/blog)

BDSM & Fetish

Hitting the Edge (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)

A Kinky Friend says… (http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog)

“Late for a Spanking” from He’s on Top, part two (http://lustylady.blogspot.com)

Laughter (http://www.kinkerbelle.com)

Lessons in the Boardroom, Part 3 (http://dragonflygeisha.blogspot.com)

March Questions: SM (http://danaewhispering.blogspot.com)

Meeboguest G confesses: “She likes denying my orgasms” (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)

Softness (http://kinkyfarmwife.blogspot.com)

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Lovely picture of C. courtesy of Polyamorously Perverse.

The face at the window

2007-03-30T21:49:00.001+01:00

As I pulled away from Harry momentarily to catch a breath, I opened my eyes. And almost jumped out of my skin. There was a face at the window. Pressed up to the glass clearly observing our nocturnal activities, was a man. Tall and graceful looking, with a shock of curly brown hair and pale skin. As my adrenalin rush kicked in, I clambered over Harry and flung open the car door, knocking the man backwards out into the road. Harry quickly followed after turning round and seeing the guy himself once he clocked my facial expression. He hurried to my side and stood in front of me, as if to protect me. I was momentarily touched by this move, but realised it could cost him his life, so I said,

"No, Harry. I've got this one, get back in the car."

"Do you know him?" Harry said, surprised. "Who is this?"

"Just get back in the car, it's fine." He made to protest, but I muttered, "Just go."

And he did. He got back in the car, but sat there watching us, no doubt with his hand poised ready to open the door to come to my aid if I should need it. Bless him. As if he could do anything.

"So who the fuck are you?" I asked the graceful stranger, "And why the hell are you watching me make out with my boyfriend? What are you some kind of pervert?"

"Thea," he said, smirking as he registered my shock that he knew my name, "there's no need to be like that now, is there? I was merely observing your activities. Interesting."

"Who are you and why are you watching me? How long have you been watching me, and what do you want?"

"Calm down, Thea. It will not do to be so flustered. You are beginning to sound like a human."

Oh bollocks.

"Excuse me?" I said, brazening it out. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Come, Thea. Don't patronise me. We both know who you are, and what you're up to. Don't give me all these silly excuses. Let's just get down to business."

"And what is your business, Mr…"

"My name is of no consequence. My business? Why, my dear, my business is you. I have been sent to watch over you. I am what some may call your guardian angel."

I snorted. "Guardian angels are meant to be ethereal creatures that arrive when you need their help. Not skinny weirdos that watch you making out with your boyfriend. You sound more like a private detective than anything. What do you want?"

"Nothing. I just want to look after you."

I sighed. I was already getting bored of this pretence. I began to walk away from my "Guardian Angel" and back to Harry's car, wondering how I was going to explain this guy to Harry, when he was in front of me, blocking my path to the car. I tried to walk around him, but he simply sidestepped so he was once more in my way. Never the most placid personality, I started to get rather irritated by this guy. After all, he'd interrupted a rather heated session between Harry and myself which could have led to more. Never mind, there would be other times with Harry. Right now I had to sort out this joker.

"Come on now, you've already ruined my evening. Cinderella's fairy godmother didn't do things like this. Let me get back to my boyfriend."

"I am afraid I can not let you do that."

"Why?"

"Because Harry isn't right for you."

"What? Who are you!?"

"I have already told you. You must heed my warning, Harry is not right for you. He will be your undoing."

"Don't be ridiculous. We love each other."

At that moment something changed in my "Guardian Angel." His face displayed a fleeting mask of fury, then returned to its normal state. I began to feel a little afraid. Who was this guy? And why on earth is he bothering with me? I'm nobody special. Well, yes, I'm a vampire, but in the vampire world I don't mean anything to anyone, except my family and friends.

I made to run for the car, but the mystery guy was too fast. He grabbed my arm in an iron grip, and yanked me towards him. I looked toward Harry, who was jumping out of the car to come to my aid.

"No!" I shouted, struggling to get free of the man's hold on me. But it was too late. He grabbed Harry with his free hand, and with extraordinary strength and speed, spun him round so he was facing us both, then sunk his elongated teeth into Harry's neck.

I'm not sure who it was, but screams filled the air. I was convinced that at any minute, people would come rushing and we'd be discovered; one man with superhuman strength attacking two other people. People wouldn't believe their eyes. I couldn't believe mine. I was forced to stand there and watch as the man drained the life out of Harry. I struggled, screamed at him, spat, swore; and when I realised that wasn't working, implored him to stop. To spare Harry's life. He was innocent. He was human and knew nothing of our world, and he wasn't hurting anyone.

Soon though, he discarded Harry like an empty carton of juice, and let him drop to the floor with a sickening crunch. By now he'd released me too, and he turned to me with cold eyes, and said,

"Now that is where you are wrong, Thea. Not hurting anyone indeed. Of course he was. And now he has paid. He will not hurt anybody again."

Then he turned and walked away. I made to call out, but no sound came out of my mouth, and I stood open-mouthed as his figure became smaller, then suddenly disappeared.

I dropped to my knees beside Harry's body and wept.

The back row of the movies… and the back seat of Harry’s car

2007-03-14T22:29:00.001Z

After my weird dream I avoided Harry a little bit… not loads, I didn't want him to think I'd gone off him, but I just felt, well, odd. You know, he's a guy I've been dating and he seems perfect in all ways, but then I dream about him and in the dream he's my (dead) enemy. Was it my subconscious trying to tell me something, was there something strange about Harry? Was it paranoia? I just didn't know, so I kept him at arm's length until I could decide what to do. I didn't want to tell my dad, because he'd have insisted on meeting him to 'suss him out' – and this would have clearly been a bad idea as if Harry was perfectly normal then he'd run a mile anyway after meeting my dad. I had to think, and fast.

It wasn't easy, keeping him at arm's length. After the fantastic time we'd had together I just wanted to see him again and spend more time together, but obviously not at the risk of my safety and that of my family. I eventually relented in playing hard to get and we arranged to see each other again, but this time it was somewhere more public, so it would be very unlikely for anything to happen, if anything was amiss. God, talk about over analysing things!

Harry and I went to the cinema. I know it's dark, but it's still public, isn't it?! This was somewhat a novelty in itself for me as I'd never been to a cinema before.. most of my time spent in the dark I'm either asleep or drinking someone's blood, but it's always good to try new things isn't it?

After meeting up at the cinema I had to endure some uncomfortable questions before the film started about my strange behaviour since we last met. I had to fob Harry off with excuses about not wanting to rush things, and needing to think etc. He seemed happy with that, and after reassuring him I was still interested, we kissed and made up, then settled down to watch the film.

A horror film, would you believe. He'd brought me to see a horror film. My mind wandered to some of these magazines and books where you read about guys who take girls to see horror films so the girl will snuggle up them when she's scared. That's unlikely with me, isn't it? Plus, this is "the noughties" and I'm sure those customs are long gone. Aren't they?

When the film started, I had to swallow a bubble of mirth threatening to pop out. Films like this always make me laugh because they're so damn unrealistic. I've seen tons of this stuff for real, and to watch it dramatised on a screen cracks me up. But if I laughed, it might raise an eyebrow or two. So I had to sit tight and hope for the best.

It was one of the better films, actually. More a psychological horror than a gore-fest, luckily. We held hands most of the time, when not scrabbling madly around for popcorn and feeding our faces. I felt so comfortable with Harry, I couldn't understand the women I'd heard about that wouldn't eat in front of their date. I found myself thinking how much I'd hate it if I couldn't be myself around my date, then laughed inwardly at my train of thought. Who am I to talk about being myself? I can only reveal my true self to my family, and victims whom I then brainwash so they never remember a thing. I can't very well go revealing myself to anybody…. Anything could happen.

But with Harry, it didn't. The date was entirely hitch free and I didn't notice anything odd about him in his appearance or behaviour, and I also didn't sense anything wrong. Maybe my dream was just my overactive imagination and horrible flashbacks of the James experience. I hoped so.

When the film finished, we left the cinema then went for a coffee before it was time for home. We discussed the film, what we'd been up to and so on (plenty of lies on my part there!). It was so easy spending time with him. And I wanted it to continue, so when he offered to drive me home, I said yes.

Once in the car, we took a long detour to my house, giving us the excuse to talk and spend more time in each other's company. I asked him if he'd enjoyed the last time we went out and received an emphatic "yes" in reply. I mentioned that I'd like to do it again sometime. He smiled, and pulled in at the next safe place by the side of the road.

Shit, I thought, this is it. He's a psycho and he's going to try and kill me.

But I'm still 100% here. The only thing he killed was the car engine. When he unclipped his seatbelt, he wasn't reaching for my throat, he was reaching for my hand. He pulled me closer and planted the softest kiss on my lips, delicate as a butterfly. I closed my eyes, and he continued to give me little kisses, my lips, nose, cheeks. I felt my heart start to race, and my groin starting to warm up and feel moist…

Harry slipped a hand between my legs and caressed me. I felt myself getting wetter, and kissed him needily. He responded by tangling a hand in my hair and pulling me to him harder and kissing me deeply and passionately. I felt my resistance melt away in a second. I wanted him to touch me intimately as he had done before, but this time I wanted it all. I wanted him to pleasure me fully, and I was prepared to give myself.

After minutes of heated snogging, I pulled back and whispered, "I want you."

"What?"

"I want you so badly."

"Are you serious? I mean, are you sure? Isn't it a little soon? I don't want to rush you into anything." He babbled like a nervous schoolboy. I hushed him with another kiss. One thing led to another and soon we were in the back of his car, our bodies intertwined.

I'm still horny....

2007-02-22T19:52:00.001Z

I had to stop writing the previous diary entry because I could hardly believe what I was writing. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing all these things, these “normal” things. I was beginning to think I’d be a freak of nature forever, lonely and unwanted. But Harry proved me wrong.

We didn’t have sex. I really wanted to, as you could probably tell, but I held back. It was nothing to do with nerves, or feeling rushed, because Harry wasn’t pushing me, he kept asking if I was OK, and my body language was obviously telling him to carry on. He must have thought I was such a tart!

No, the reason I stopped him was because I wanted to experience the excitement and tension a couple enjoy before they have sex. I wanted to make sure Harry and I were more than just a flash in the pan. And I certainly didn’t want to get hurt… let’s face it, lots of people say “Cheat on me and I’ll kill you.” But for someone like me, words like that can come true. The old saying goes “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” But they forgot to mention women vampires, because they’re much worse! We have the ability to maim and kill in the blink of an eye. And I certainly don’t want that happening to Harry, he’s too pretty to die.

So I refused. He took the rejection gracefully, as I’m sure he knew it was a “not yet” and not a “not ever.” We calmed ourselves down and headed back to the car, and he dropped me off at home. Yes, I even let him drop me off on my street this time! He’s a nice guy, what’s he going to do? I have now warned him about how odd my parents are, so he’s unlikely to drop in unexpectedly. I wouldn’t allow it anyway, how rude!

That evening, after shutting and bolting my bedroom door, I went over the day in my mind once more. I mentally relished Harry’s touch, his kiss, and how he’d made me feel. He was so wonderful with me, so patient and understanding. I really hope this works out. After what happened with James I could do with some respite and a little happiness.

I found myself getting horny again as I relived the moments where he’d been caressing my pussy, and bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste my juices. How kinky was that? I wasn’t expecting that! He seemed to enjoy it anyway, I hope one day I’ll be able to return the favour.

I undressed and got into bed. I could feel a dampness between my thighs, and smiled. That’s twice in one day that boy has got me wet, and he’s not even here this time, I thought. Well, there’s nothing to stop me finishing what he started, is there?

My hand wandered down to where the juices were seeping out of me, and dipped between my labia. I was soaking wet, and I gasped at the contact. I’d never done it before, but after Harry had evoked such a response, I wondered what would happen if I tried the same. I stroked all the same places he had, finding certain areas that were more sensitive than others, and rubbing what I knew to be my clitoris. Magazines had taught me that much, the clitoris is meant to be the main part of a woman’s sexual pleasure, touch this button right and you’re away. So I pressed the button, wiggled it, stroked it and generally played around to see what felt good.

I explored myself thoroughly, stroking up and down my outer labia, then dipped a finger into my wetness and spread the juices over my skin, marvelling at how slippery and smooth it was. I poked a finger inside my vagina, and felt how wet and hot it was, and ready for sex. Not yet, I thought, There’s plenty of time for that. If he’s somebody special, he’ll wait around until the time is right. And I knew he would. My intuition, though not 100% accurate, was usually right, and I had a good feeling about Harry.

As I felt my juices coat my finger, an idea popped into my mind. It wouldn’t hurt would it? Just to try, see what it’s like? I pushed my finger more deeply inside myself and wriggled it round, then popped it out and into my mouth before my mind came to its senses! A new taste invaded my mouth, not unpleasant, just strange. A tangy yet sweet taste, something that makes you have to taste it again to make sure. So I did.

And then I played with myself again. I used my fingers inside my vagina, on my clitoris, and I really enjoyed it. I don’t think I had an orgasm, but then I don’t really know what I’m doing, so I’ll have to experiment. I suppose as a teenager, that’s what I should be doing anyway. I’ll definitely have to read up on the subject of masturbation. I’m sure there must be a website somewhere that gives you hints and tips. There are websites for everything else!

I slept well that night. And funnily enough, I dreamt of Harry. Now I’m not normally plagued with bad dreams, but this one was bad enough to have me sitting up in bed in a right panic! A vampire having nightmares.. how funny is that?!

I dreamt about mine and Harry’s day together, and everything was the same as it had been, right up until he turned his face to mine to kiss me. And even then, most things were the same. But the one thing that did change was so disturbing that I didn’t want to allow my mind to consider what it meant.

In the dream I looked at Harry. Only it wasn’t Harry’s face. It was James’. He looked exactly as I’d last seen him, alive and sneering at me, threatening me. I really hoped it was just one of those random dreams that don’t mean anything. Because I don’t want to even contemplate what this could mean. James is dead… isn’t he?

Second date

2007-01-24T23:07:00.001Z

I couldn’t wait to see Harry again. The first date had been so perfect, so romantic and we’d got along so well that I wanted to repeat the experience. I remembered all that stuff about playing it cool, but in the end I thought bollocks to that. I called him the evening after we’d gone out and asked how he was, and thanked him for the previous evening. He said no problem, and asked if I was still up for going out again. I said yes, that’s why I was calling.

We chatted a while about where we could go. We discussed spending a day together at the weekend, then we had more scope about where we could go and what we could do. We decided that on the following Saturday we’d take a drive out into the countryside and go for a walk, then have some lunch in a pub. The weather promised to be good, so we said our goodbyes and he said he’d call me Friday night to make some final arrangements.

And he did. Not Thursday night, or Saturday morning. Friday night, exactly when he said he’d call. Now I suppose some girls might find that a little boring and predictable, but with my lack of experience, I like to know what to expect. And with my background, I kind of need to know what to expect and how to deal with it. Imagine if he’d called Thursday night when I was sinking my teeth into some unsuspecting victim. Or if I didn’t answer and he thought I was ignoring him? Ooh, it doesn’t bear thinking about. And nor does giving him my home telephone number. I couldn’t subject the poor guy to speaking to either of my parents, my nutty mother giving him the third degree, or my dad treating him like some kind of rodent. Ergh. He certainly wouldn’t call again if that happened. Dear God.

Anyway, Friday night arrived, as did my expected phone call. Harry said he’d pick me up at ten in the morning. That was good for me, because I’m not really a morning person. Late nights and early mornings don’t do a girl any good do they? I need my beauty sleep!!

Ten came, and I left my house for the short walk round the corner where he’d dropped me off last time. I didn’t want to make it too obvious that I didn’t want him to know where I lived, so I just said my street was a pain in the ass for parking, and that I had to go to the shop anyway. He seemed to buy it anyway. So there we were, off on our way for a lovely Saturday together. He was looking very sexy in some tight jeans, and a white v neck top. I could see fine hairs poking out of the collar. Delicious.

We drove for about half an hour and then he asked if I had any preference as to where I’d like to go. I said no, just so long as we had some stunning views and a pub within reasonable distance. Harry said he knew a lovely little pub, and we could leave the car in their car park whilst we were walking. I said I trusted his judgement, and so off we went.

It was indeed a cute little pub. We stopped by briefly to get two bottles of water to accompany us on our little trek. It was very old fashioned, family run by some extremely friendly people, and it was spotless. I’d have eaten my dinner off the floor.

We headed towards a path to the rear of the pub, to see where it took us. We had all day and were in no rush, the weather was gorgeous, the sun was just starting to warm the air. Not bad at all for the time of year. So we wandered aimlessly along paths, through woods, and presently we heard running water, so we followed the sound and came out beside a river. I turned to Harry with an appreciative smile, and the next moment, I was in his arms and we were kissing, slowly and intimately. As we explored each other with tongues and wandering hands, I felt that now-familiar feeling in my groin.

And then I felt something not quite so familiar. Harry’s hand was creeping slowly around from where it had been on my bottom, round to my tummy, then lower…

I didn’t know how to react. It certainly wasn’t an advance I wanted to rebuff, it was just I had no idea of how to retaliate. Where should I touch him, and how? I decided to just go with the flow. If it came up, I’d just have to be honest, and tell him I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. He was such a nice guy, I was sure it wouldn’t bother him. And anyway, don’t a lot of guys fantasise about having sex with a virgin? Popping cherries and all that jazz.

I could of course play the obliging date and ask him what he wanted me to do. But then I’d be offering myself, effectively. I did fancy him, and I was mega horny, but I didn’t want him to think I was easy. Suddenly I understood the feelings of all the young girls writing into magazines and websites with this very problem.

“Thea,” Harry said, pulling back briefly, “I fancy you so much, but I don’t want to rush things and have you think I’m a total bastard just after one thing. I do really like you, and I’d like to think we have something going here.”

“Shhh,” I replied, putting my fingers on his lips, “I hear what you’re saying, but if I wanted you to stop, you’d soon hear about it. I’m OK with this, only…”

“You haven’t done it before, have you?”

Oh my God, was it really that obvious?! Apparently so. My answer was to press my lips to his once more, ending the conversation. Harry’s fingers resumed their previous location, rubbing my crotch through my jeans. My hips involuntarily thrust forward, and he smiled against my lips. He took this as a cue to step up the pace, and he undid my button and fly, then slid his hand down my pants and sought out my wetness. He didn’t have much trouble finding it.

I clenched as he began to explore, and jumped as his fingers gently caressed my delicate sex button. He commented on how sexy I was, how wet I was, how warm my juices were on his fingers. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven as he touched my innermost places, with touch light as a feather, like he was handling something delicate. He removed his hand, much to my disappointment. But it was only to bring his fingers to his face, smell them, and with a smile, put them in his mouth to suck off my love juice.

“You taste as gorgeous as you look.”

I could do nothing but smile, and hope to God he carried on where he’d left off. I felt like there was a firework display in my pants, and I wanted Harry to be there for the explosions! Much to my relief, his slid his hand back down my pants and plunged his fingers into my pussy, which tightened around his fingers. My head was a mess. I may not have done this before, but all I could think about was him naked, pleasuring me with his fingers, tongue, penis.

Like this? You decide what happens next!!! Do they? Don’t they? Leave your comments and the most popular response will be written into the next instalment. Thea’s virginity lies in your hands! Choose wisely.

**THIS VOTE IS NOW CLOSED. PLEASE READ ON FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT**

Hot and Horny Harry!

2007-01-10T13:45:00.000Z

After my brush with death, thanks to the hybrid James, I was determined to let my hair down. After Harry and I had arranged a date and time to meet up I started to let myself get excited. Daddy was still busy doing detective work. I could tell the whole situation had really got to him, he was incredibly distracted and was always in his office on the computer or telephone. But if anyone could get to the bottom of the mystery, it would be daddy. I left him to it.

On the day of the date with Harry, I did girly things; took a long bath, painted my nails, and all that jazz. Even if there was no spark between us, we could still have a good time; that was my attitude. But I didn’t have to worry, because as soon as I laid eyes on him I knew he was someone special.

He looked like the photograph he sent me, thank God. No middle aged weirdo. No, Harry was exactly as he’d described, blonde, blue eyed, and God, was he gorgeous. I actually felt myself go red as we introduced ourselves to one another.

I suggested going into the pub we’d met outside for a drink.

“Oh no,” he said, “I’ve got something much more exciting than that planned. It’s a good job you’ve wrapped up warm.”

I was intrigued. What on earth did he have in mind? My intrigue quickly turned to panic. I started thinking of deserted parks and back streets. Was he another one plotting to “out”, or kill me? I forced myself to relax. I told myself he was a respectable young man, and that everything was going to be just fine. Just.fine.

And it was. But it wasn’t just fine, it was fabulous. Wonderful. Amazing. And any other positive adjectives you can think of, just insert them in here. He’d gone to so much trouble, it was touching. Particularly since he’d never met me before. At first, I was a little cynical and thought it was a little desperate. But as I got to know him I realised it was just the fact that he was the most genuinely nice guy you could ever wish to meet. And he certainly knew how to treat a girl. I’d no idea how he ended up going on the Internet to meet someone. How on earth was he short of offers?

But anyhow, I’m digressing. Our date took place by a lake. A moonlit picnic. I’ve never felt so romanced in my life! After we said our hellos, he took my arm, and we went to his car, and raced off into the night. Presently we pulled up by a lane. Harry parked in the gateway, and we hopped out of the car. I looked around. The sky was clear, the stars were out, and there was a pretty impressive moon shining a beautiful light on everything. It was a bit like that film Bruce Almighty where Jim Carrey pulls the moon closer to the window.

Only there was nothing about Harry that suggested he was anything but lovely. There was no pressure at all, we chatted, we ate, and I decided early on in the night that if nothing of a sexual nature did happen between us, I almost wouldn’t mind because I’d have gained such a great friend.

But I didn’t have to worry. Because I soon found out Harry was as attracted to me as I was to him. As the night drew on I could see he was fidgeting around. We were sitting opposite each other, so I bit the bullet.

“Come sit here.” I patted the picnic blanket beside me.

He crawled over so he was sitting next to me, and continued to fidget. I was just turning to him to ask what the matter was when I noticed he was turning to me. Our faces were centimetres away from each other, and we both leaned in. This is it, I thought. My first proper kiss, and what a setting. Perfect.

So was the kiss. It was truly amazing. I felt so comfortable with Harry that I didn’t panic about doing something wrong or whether I was rubbish. I just closed my eyes and went with the flow. He took the lead, his soft lips against mine felt like velvet, and his tongue followed shortly, probing gently in my mouth. I copied what he was doing, and it felt good. He slid his hand up behind my ear and pulled me slightly so we were kissing more deeply. It was then I noticed a dampness in my pants. Bloody hell he was hot! A glance down told me he felt the same.

Realising what this was leading to if I didn’t do something, I ended the kiss, albeit reluctantly.

“What’s the matter?” he enquired.

“I don’t trust myself. We shouldn’t rush into anything.”

He nodded. “I know. But that was some kiss. Where did you learn to kiss like that?!”

I smiled, and punched him playfully on the arm. He played along,

“Ow,” he said, looking hurt, “now are you going to kiss that better?”

As I kissed his skin, I felt a familiar urge. Shit, I thought, I’d better get going. Don’t want to stay out all night with the guy of my dreams, only to tear his throat out because I can’t go any longer without feeding.

I stood up. Harry looked a little disappointed, but in true gentleman style, he offered to take me home.

Back in his car, I reflected over the evening and realised I’d had the best time I’d had in ages, and I told him so. He smiled, and said he’d like to do it again sometime. So that was it, we’d agreed to a second date.

He dropped me off at the end of my street. Or so he thought. It was actually a couple of streets away, but I had something to do before going home. Fresh blood was a necessity when starved for so long.

2006-12-17T17:39:00.000Z

I knew what it was about. I hurried into his office – daddy doesn’t like to be kept waiting – and took a seat.

“Thea,” I could tell he wasn’t impressed, “You and I need to have a little chat. It appears there are some things your mother and I neglected to teach you about.”

Oh my God, I thought, he’s going to give me the sex talk. Dodgy diagrams and dodgier videos. Free condoms at family planning clinics… no! I mentally put my fingers in my ears and sing at the top of my voice, LALALA…. I may be a virgin, but I know everything there is to know. I can’t believe this is happening.

“You see, I’ve done some digging, if you’ll pardon the pun, on this James chap.”

What? My brain slammed on the brakes. So he isn’t talking about sex? Well, that’s a relief. I think. Depends what he’s going to say instead…

“It appears I owe you an apology. I wrongly assumed that it was your youth and lack of judgement that landed us in this predicament. Turns out it was something altogether more sinister.”

Daddy then explained that, as I’d already sussed, James was no human. He was no vampire either, which explained why I’d still been able to overpower him. It appears he was some kind of hybrid – a vampire had given him some powers, but not the complete set, so to speak. The bad news here being, some other vampire had seen fit to bestow powers upon a human being, but why? Effectively James had been their slave, but what other errands had the vampire boy been running?

Daddy then explained his theory. Somebody has got it in for our family, whether it be daddy, or all of us. Another vampire out there disapproves of us and wants to hurt us. That’s where James came in. He would more than likely be a waster, someone that nobody would miss, and this mystery vampire had dragged him in off the streets and rendered him no longer human. Vampires often do this, not always for evil ends, like setting the slave on someone else, but sometimes just out of laziness. They send these creatures out into the night to capture prey for them to feed on, rather than doing it themselves. They send them to do menial jobs, fetching and carrying, sending messages, and so on.

“You see, Thea, I haven’t heard tell of one of these creatures for decades, so never felt any need to explain to you. But now I can see I was wrong, you should have been taught before, because this situation could have been a whole lot worse. If you weren’t such an intelligent young girl, we could have all been outed. I think that’s what this rival of ours wants. They want us to be discovered and run out of town. Well, I’m not going to let it happen, darling. We’re going to fight this one to the end!” He slammed his fist on the desk, knocking over a lamp and scattering paper. As he bent to pick them up, I quietly took my leave to think about what had been said. And to check my e-mail, of course.

He’d replied. Saying that rather than sending endless e-mails, would I like to meet up with him in person, and just see how things go? No pressure. It sounded like my idea of heaven. I pressed Reply.

Hi Gorgeous, I began. Then idly fingered the Backspace key. I didn’t want to appear too forward. But I really wanted to go out and let my hair down after all this shit cracking off.

Eventually, I just sent a quick message saying that sounded lovely and when would he like to meet up? Did he have anywhere particular in mind? I found myself longing that he was this wild spontaneous guy that would think of somewhere really cool and exciting for us to go. Only time would tell….

Better

2006-11-30T21:40:00.000Z

Having spent a few days in recovery after the whole James incident, I felt once again ready to face the world. Not to mention starving for some fresh blood. That vaccuum packed stuff is shit. I think perhaps James' blood was impure too, because it left me lethargic for days. My daddy is investigating, but he's not letting on. I know what he's up to though, every time I come into the room, he hides things; his laptop screen, pieces of paper. He quickly ends phone calls.

On one such occasion this week, I said "Look daddy, I'm sorry for what happened. Please don't be angry with me any more. And stop hiding things from me. I'm not a child any more. I will be more careful in future."

He took me into his arms without a word and held me. I felt safe and secure in his arms, like I've always done. But there was something a little different. It was almost as if he wasn't totally into the moment, like he was hugging me for the sake of it. Either that, or he was intensely distracted.

I didn't bother trying to quiz my mother because I knew she'd never let on. A proper hard-nut, that woman. I think I get a lot of my personality traits from her. Just my luck.

Anyway, I couldn't abandon my search at the first sign of trouble. There was more at stake (that was unintentional, but it made me laugh, so I'm leaving it in) here than just losing my virginity. Losing my soul, remember?

I adopted a thorough approach and registered on a dating web site. I was told at my 'dating' class that these web sites check the men out for you, to make sure they're not murderers or rapists (the least of my worries), and that they are who they say they are, pictures posted are really of them, blah, blah, blah.

So there I was, plodding away through the database of 'eligible' bachelors when I came across a guy that really caught my eye. In total contrast to the dearly departed James, this chap looked almost prim and proper, but with a cheeky glint in his eye that I found difficult to resist even in the photograph. Would I resist for real? Only one way to find out...

...I e-mailed him. After um-ing and ahh-ing for some time over what to say, I just kept it short and sweet, telling him I liked his photograph and would like to know more about him.

I eagerly awaited his reply. I didn't have to wait long, it came just ten minutes later, half way through a game of MahJongg. He told me a little more about himself, and I scrutinised his words, mentally checking them for errors or oddities. On discovering nothing strange about Harry, 24, surveyor, blonde, blue-eyed babe (I added the babe bit) - I thought he deserved to know a little more about me. So I told him the bare essentials, sent the e-mail and logged off. I didn't want to seem a) too keen b) desperate or c) like I had nothing better to do than e-mail him all day long. Playing hard to get, you go girl, I thought to myself.

For two days I resisted the temptation to log on and check to see if he'd replied. It nearly killed me. I am the proverbial cat. I played Mah-Jongg, I went out to play in the town, grabbed myself a "late supper." Poor cow didn't stand a chance, pissed out of her brains, wearing next to nothing and tottering around the streets in ridiculously high heels. She's lucky she wasn't attacked, I mean by someone intending to actually harm her. I even had the softness of heart to escort her home while she was passed out. I threw her driving license onto the bed where I'd dumped her, the wounds on her neck already starting to heal. Leave her guessing what happened. She was good. Young, attractive and drunk victims are I suppose the equivalent of what you humans call 'tender meat.'

You'd dig into a nice, juicy expensive cut of meat, cooked in wine. I sink my teeth into tender flesh also, drawing out all the confusion and vulnerability of the inebriated. The alcohol sends me a little hyper if anything.

Finally, I can wait no longer. I'm just plonking my bottom onto my computer chair when my daddy calls me... he doesn't sound too pleased.

Fuuuuuuuck!!!!

2006-11-20T21:46:00.000Z

I am in so much trouble. You remember me telling you about my date with James? Well lets say it didn't go exactly to plan.

I met up with him as arranged. I'd really made the effort, new clothes, make-up and I'd even done my hair. He looked hot in some tight jeans and a black shirt. I dread to think what he looks like now.

Everything started off great, he was there already when I got there so I wasn't left waiting. A definite brownie point. He stood up as I entered and immediately asked what I wanted to drink. Beyond the manners and niceties, we got on very well, sharing some of the same interests, like our taste in music and books.

The evening was going splendidly and I felt like I wanted to stay there forever chatting with him. But there was something I needed to do... feed. Of course it's rubbish that vampires can only feed at night, but it is a hell of a lot easier, cover of darkness to jump your prey and all that.

So, as much as I didn't want to, I started to make my excuses to leave. Then he did something completely unheard of in this day and age... he asked to walk me home. I protested, saying I'd be fine (let's face it, I would have been!) on my own, but he was very persistent, so in the end I agreed.

However, it would appear James didn't want to just walk me home. He was dawdling along, savouring the time together I suppose. But it wasn't doing me any favours as I started to feel a little woozy from lack of blood. It wouldn't have killed me, but I'm told it's like when humans get really hungry, they begin to feel a little odd and light-headed, and find it difficult to concentrate.

We reached my road, and I turned to James to explain that was where I lived, and I'd be fine now, thank you very much. But as I faced him, his face wore a very odd expression. He was smiling in a very sinister way. Even through the haziness in my mind, I knew something was wrong.

"Thea," he said, "I know what you are."

I, used to lying, said "Yes, I'm tired, that's what I am. So I'm heading home, if you don't mind."

He put an arm out to stop me, and he was surprisingly strong. Again, not being human means I'm much stronger than even the strongest man. And I noticed the strength in his grip. That's when I knew he wasn't human either. Another vampire? I doubted it. I know all the vampires in this area, and there aren't many of them.

I shrugged his hand off my arm and began to walk away, sensing that I may well be in danger.

"You're a vampire, Thea. And I'm going to expose you to the world. I'll make sure it's in the papers."

"Where's your proof?" I tossed back. "Who's going to believe someone like you, saying that mythological creatures really do exist? They'll have you in the loony bin."

"I have proof."

"You're bluffing."

The banter went on like this for some time. James must have realised I didn't believe him, because he beckoned me over and got his mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a couple of buttons and showed me the screen.

A few seconds later and I was panicking. Fuck, he did have proof. What the hell was I supposed to do? I knew he wasn't a vampire, but I didn't know what he was.

"Ja-ames! Now I'm sure we can come to some arrangement! What do you want? Name your price!"

His smile sent ice running through my body. I was feeling worse and worse by the minute, the blood lust driving me wild with desire, clogging my brain, until I could barely concentrate on James' inane grin.

"What?!" I repeated.

His demand was just far too much. Some people think they can get away with murder. And in the heat of the moment, so did I. Because before I knew it, I felt myself springing towards him, grabbing his hair and wrenching it down to expose his neck, and dug in. I could feel life and sanity flowing back into me as I drank. I didn't just drain him of his blood, though, I drained him of information. So I knew everything he knew about the situation and I could make sure it never went any further. Apart from the body, damn. Remember, I don't normally kill. But in this circumstance, I had little choice. Myself and my family would have been hunted to the death had that video got out.

Left with a body and little else, I had no idea what to do. So I did the only thing I could think of. I picked the body up and headed back towards the park we'd just come through on the way from the cafe. And to think the devious bastard was lulling me into a false sense of security. The fucker deserved to die.

Once in the park, I examined my options. I still didn't know fully what he was. Now if I died, one of the rumours is true. I would indeed disappear in a puff of dust, never to be seen again. But this guy... who knew? And I couldn't risk it. We'd been seen together in the cafe, and also seen leaving together. So when his disappearance was noticed, I'd certainly be questionned.

I panicked. I didn't know who he was, was he alone, part of a team? How long before he was noticed missing? What the fuck?! So I did what every girl would do when faced with a dilemma. I went to my daddy...

I took the body home and explained to my dad what had happened. And as every loving father would do, he took the problem right out of my hands. He left me with only one little chore to do - dispose of the mobile phone, and everything on it.

All I know is poor James is now at the bottom of a lake somewhere, never to be seen again. And if he is ever found, he won't be recognisable, not even from dental records. I didn't ask daddy what he'd done... there's some things a girl doesn't need to know.

Daddy's very angry with me, though. He can't understand why I didn't notice something was amiss with James when we first met. I did think it a little odd that he'd turned to look at me that first time in the cafe. I suppose I was trying to keep an open mind, what with all this trying to find a soul-mate malarky!

I need to be more observant in the future. I'm to check guys out before I go out with them now. As if it wasn't hard enough...

All set for my first date!

2006-11-16T22:39:00.000Z

Wow, what a busy couple of days I've had. I'd been thinking about my plan; how to go about meeting 'eligible' men. Firstly, I went shopping. I thought it best to try and look as 'normal' as possible. My wardrobe was full of clothing that would make me stand out a mile. I need to fit in with humans my age to have a cat in hell's chance of achieving my goal.

So, I hit the town. I went into a book shop and perused some of the fashion magazines, to get a better idea of what is 'cool.' Some of it looked plain weird, and would still have made me stand out, so I went for the less outlandish ideas. So, I came home with a complete new wardrobe, including formal wear, casual wear and a kit I can wear for the gym.

I've never really been into makeup, so I didn't bother with any of that. I just dressed up in my new trendy gear, brushed my hair until it shone, then went out.

I thought I'd start small, anyway, so I took a book and went and sat in a cafe one early evening. I sat in the corner so I'd have a good view of who was coming and going.

Shortly, this guy came in that caught my eye. And I mean really caught my eye. I even put my book down to check him out properly. He certainly ticked all the boxes looks-wise... tall, well-dressed, longish dark hair, a little dangerous looking... although not many things are 'dangerous' to me - but you get my point.

So there's the guy, and he's up at the counter ordering his meal. I'm checking him out, then suddenly he turned to look at me. And I don't mean he glanced around and then noticed me... he turned and looked directly at me, as though he could sense me looking at him. I thought it a little odd but tried not to give a reaction.. I just gave him a small smile and looked away. Perhaps he would think I was just staring into space or something.

I thought I should look busy so I started reading my book again, and a couple of minutes later I heard a gentle cough, I looked up and there he was. He grinned a very sexy grin at me, and asked if he could sit down. I let him, and he introduced himself, and we began chatting, just general everyday stuff. It was then I realised it's not so difficult after all... I was thinking it would take forever to find a man, let alone get talking to one.

We chatted for some time, through a couple more drinks and some snacks, and I let myself relax a little and just enjoy myself, because of course it's what socialising is all about, isn't it? I suppose there's a little less pressure on most people, because they're not condemned to hell if they don't find a soulmate... but ultimately, socialising and meeting people is about enjoyment and fun. So I thought I may as well have a slice of the fun pie.

A while later I thought I should make my exit... in the class I went to, I was taught that if you linger too late in the evening things can get a little complicated. Though I don't suppose I'm the one that should be worried after dark really. But I didn't take the chance, I took my leave hoping to leave him wanting more - another tip from the 'love' guru - and it worked. He asked if he could have my phone number, and I said no, and that I would meet him at the same time and same place in one week. I figured then I'd have the choice, without having him bother me at home. The last thing I need is him talking to my mother.
Bloody hell, that'd scare him off before he even said 'hello.'

So, there we have it. My first 'date' is all arranged... introducing James, 22, musician with a very nice bottom... and I'm meeting him tomorrow night. Wish me luck.