Decisions....decisions....
- Mood:energetic
- Mood:excited
Happy Birthday, you beautiful creature. I wish I could share it with you, but I emailed you some very special pictures. I hope you like them.
*Winks...*
- Mood:content
His supple lips tasted like Scotch and cigarettes. I loved it and allowed his hands to explore wherever they wished to. I just had to smile as his mouth found the soft nap of my neck and nipped as he then kissed his way south.
“Do you want to get under the covers? You’re so cold!” he gasped.
“I’m quite alright, darling,” I answered back.
Now I’m a big girl. Tall and well built, which was very unusual for my time of mortality. I had to be extra careful not to hurt him as I rolled him over and lay on top. He laughed and made some quip about me being dominating. Ha! And oh how he was ready for me and, I was too, only not in the way he was thinking.
He wouldn’t look into my eyes, which was just as well. I suspect some tiny morsel of guilt prevented him from really looking at the woman he intended to cheat with. Oh yes…he had a wife, three children and a warm and loving home. He even had a dog! But you know how it is; our eyes are iridescent and can completely befuddle and confuse our victims if we are not careful. I wanted him alert and active.
A few more kisses before he tried to maneuver into me and I sunk my pretty sharp teeth into him. I always love the first initial reaction. It varies you know. This one was shock. Than anger! Oh how I wanted to laugh! But you know….I was rather busy getting down to business. Strong arms tried to throw me off as he yelled and fought for all of two minutes. That’s all it took before he lost himself in the whirlwind of memories and confusion that keeps them hostage until ultimately, death.
I pulled the last few drops that I could from his vein as his heart stilled to a full stop. I stroked his cheek and kissed his lips leaving a trace of his blood. I licked that off too, before healing the wound.
His wallet contained little cash, but that wasn’t what I was after. I wanted to see the pictures. Two little blonde twins grinned up at me with azure coloured eyes. A third picture was of a strawberry blonde holding a giggling baby with the same shade of locks. I had to smile to myself as my original hair colour was identical. I’ve been dying it black since the days of the Theatre.
It was time to go. And on silent feet, I casually walked out of the hotel and back to my lair.
Lost in cheap delirium
Searching the neon lights
I move carefully
Sink in the city aquarium
Sing in the key of night
As they're watching me
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing on my own
Wrapped in silent elegance
Beautifully broken down
As illusions burst
Too late to learn from experience
Too late to wonder how
To finish first
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing my own
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
Won't you take me home
Won't you take me home
'Cause lately I've been losing my own
Won't you take me home
Searching the neon lights
I move carefully
Sink in the city aquarium
Sing in the key of night
As they're watching me
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing on my own
Wrapped in silent elegance
Beautifully broken down
As illusions burst
Too late to learn from experience
Too late to wonder how
To finish first
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing my own
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
Won't you take me home
Won't you take me home
'Cause lately I've been losing my own
Won't you take me home
- Mood:content
- Music:Zero 7
I took him by his strong, manly hand and asked what hotel he was staying at. He led me there with haste and almost forgot to be a gentleman and open the door for me. I actually had to wait and give him the eye! The lobby was busy and most ignored us, except the bellman, who recognized me from another hotel I’d frequented. He gave me a knowing smile as if to suggest that he deals with my kind all the time. I almost laughed.
Inside the room was clean and sparse and his suitcase yet unpacked.
“Business or pleasure?” I asked.
“What….?” He didn’t understand my question.
“Why are you here in Singapore?”
“Oh! Business, a convention.” He answered.
I nearly rolled my eyes as he clued in and waited for him to fix us both a drink from the fresh mini-bar as I sat sweetly on the edge of the king sized bed. I suddenly didn’t want to bother pretending to sip the vile smelling alcohol. I wanted to kiss him instead. So I did.
As he handed me the vile concoction, I sat it on the bedside table and took his out of his hand. He momentarily looked confused until I forced him down on the bed and plunged my tongue through his parted lips.
“Whoa!” Wait….just wait…he stammered. “How much are you going to costs me?”
“Never mind,” I answered. “Only what you can afford.”
He pealed off my clothes and his – and oh how I smiled at his reaction to my lovely body.
“So beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly. “But you’re so cold!”
“Not for long,” I smiled.
What? You still want more? Are you sure? Can I temp you further? We shall see if I return to tell the rest of the tale. *Chuckles *
- Mood:content
I walked like a cat through the humid streets which are still wet and shiny from the recent downpour. One lovely shaped leg in front of the other, oh I glide, baby. Tonight I wear a pair of white short-shorts that expose ivory flesh to the heat of the night. Low on my pretty hips, I just have to show my lovely navel which I’ve recently gotten pierced. Oh la la….a pear shaped diamond glitters under streetlamps, for I am a giant among the tiny people of this country, and my hips in these heels sometimes come up to mid chest for some.
Of course, I had to wear the highest heels I could find, pretty sandals that flashed my red painted toes to match the barely-there red tank top I’ve stretched across my ample breasts.
I look like a hooker.
But that’s the point! I towered over all the passersby’s with a height of now over six feet, in heels. If I weren’t so feminine, I’d say they’d think this French girl with Celtic blood in her heritage was a beautiful Drag Queen looking for a John. But no. And yes! I am looking for a John. And it’s not often that I hunt the not-so-perfectly innocent, you know. But tonight I wanted a little fun, a little flirt and passion to go with it.
So many to choose from, hmmm…..but there he stood, staring and gaping at me in all my glory. Well.., not quite, but I soon would be, don’t you kid yourself.
“Please tell me you’re not a man,” he whispered into the pretty shell of my perfect ear with his American accent.
“Oh no, sweet thing,” I purred. I am all woman.
I’m still licking my lips from the taste of him. I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow. If you’re interested. Maybe. *Winks*
- Mood:flirty
I have been silent too long and there are times where I question at all whether it is necessary to make myself available to this virtual world. Why now? I truly could not say. Perhaps I shall stay, perhaps I will not. All will be told when the moment is right and then, I will enfold you in my cold white arms and devour your pretty electric words. I will demand that you feed my voracious appetite and in return, I shall offer little bits of myself for your own consumption. Just a tiny taste so that you come begging for more.
I am all that which is sultry and decadent but I will give you innocence at it’s best, should you ask for it. I live for passion and that, my loves, I can find in your rapidly beating hearts.
Can you feel my soft breath on your neck? Can you hear the tinkling of my immortal laughter? I am close, very close and this shall be glorious.
- Mood:amused
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