Vamperic Addiction

How do you stop an addiction that you crave, want and most definantly have?1

Why should we? When the rewards are so sweet and passionate and wild, you feel so free and wanton. Shall we?2

We start off sitting on the floor then soon to be rolling around trying to tease one another, to see who will break first, sometimes no one breaks and we just lose ourselves in the pleasures that we soon partake of each other. 3

The pressure of his body against mine is his way of teasing me, the strength within him that I love so much drives me to want him more so much more. Our love is soon shown as something so much simpler then this lust that takes over our very soul. 4

This lust is Vamperic addiction. This phrase is so true for two born vampire lovers.5

How much more does he think I can take of his endless teasing, his fingers trace my inner thigh and he knows I can’t wait as I breath just that little bit heavier against his neck, I bite into his flesh and he groans, that hand then moves and cups my behind and I am pressed even harder against his firm chest, I dare not suckle on his skin, it’ll cause a mark and we can’t have that now can we.6

Heated thoughts move inside my mind forcing me to act wild and free, I move my hand down towards his now protruding member and I run just a finger along him making sure to press at certain nerves to get the sounds and reactions I so crave, he will soon learn that nothing is left unpaid. He’ll be getting everything back. Licking the area that I have so newly bitten I hear his breathing become harsher and he whispers ‘I really want you’. Clothes are just obstacles that will soon be taken away, or so I hope. I am now pressed against the wall and I am trapped but it’s the only place I’d want to be. His face so hot against my neck, his teeth and lips move along my throat and I can’t help but go weak in the knees. I want him. 7

But we can not take our pleasures too far the family may hear us. We can’t have them knowing of our secret love and lust, we show love but the lust so much more powerful and wild must be kept a secret must be shared only between us. This dance is only for us. He pulls my straps down and nibbles my neck to my shoulders and then down, to my breasts that he so loves. He wants to go further but he knows why we can not, it’d be too risky we may lose it all. We groan at our predicament, we always end up this way, never able to take what is ours we will soon falter in the end and we will soon slip up.8