desire?
“That reminds me.” His face gets animated. “How about one night, you come audit the class, just for old time’s sake? You’ll wear a tiny little skirt and no panties. Sit in the first row. Act really naughty and slutty. I’ll ask you to stay after class, hmmm?” He runs his hand up my ass. “Punish you for being so forward.”
He’s already hard again.
“Of course, Professor.” I run my hand along his rock-hard cock. “As long as you bite me one more time.”
And he does.
The End
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About the Author
Alexis Alvarez writes kinky romance, kinky sci-fi, and contemporary romance. With a background in chemical engineering and photography, she brings her enthusiasm for knowledge and beauty to her heroines – as well as the perfect amount of BDSM. Alexis lives in the Phoenix desert with her husband, daughter, and a ton of backyard scorpions. She loves to cook and to travel, especially if she can bring her camera. Her current interests include reading poetry in Spanish and German, hiking around Arizona, raiding with her Australian friends in Pokémon Go, and saying “That’s what she said” at inappropriate times.
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One Night with a Vampire
Vivian Murdoch
Chapter 1
Anticipation slithers up my spine, its icy fingers strumming along every nerve. The night is balmy, especially considering how close it is to Halloween, but I can’t stop the shiver that keeps going through my body. Clutching the bag tighter in my left hand, I peer up at John, trying to see if he’s just as affected as I am.
His face is like marble, no emotions flit through him. It’s like he’s wearing a mask. Sensing my stare, he looks down and smiles, though it never seems to reach his eyes. Maybe he’s taking this way more seriously than I am. Or maybe he’s plotting my demise. He is a stranger, after all. If I learned anything from my parents, it’s ‘stranger danger.’ A dark chuckle fills my mind at my runaway imagination as I tighten my right arm around John’s, needing his body as my anchor.
My heart slows at that contact, and I find that I can breathe just a touch easier. But it does nothing for the anxious flip flopping of my stomach. The churning sensation gives me pause. Should I turn and run? I look back up at John, the moonlight highlighting the sharp planes and angles of his face. The stone facade seems to have melted away and his normal expression is back in place. Perhaps I just imagined it. Gaia knows, from the moment I said yes, my mind and heart have been going into overdrive.
Smiling, I slide the tip of my tongue over my new set of fangs. Every year or so, I spring for a new set. I always get the good ones—well, as good as the mall sells. But it’s worth it. Everything is worth it for this one moment!
The full moon illuminates our path and casts odd shadows across the rows of tombstones. I’m not a highly religious or superstitious person, but I still get twitches of fear as we pass each one. I’ve been watching way too many horror movies. I’ll just have to tell Amy that I need a break when I get back to her house. Still, something feels off. I don’t know if it’s something in the air, or the fact that I’m about to cast my first spell, but something electric pulses around me, through me.
It takes a few more moments, but we finally arrive. Normally, I’d be talking up a storm the whole way, but John has been silent, somber. Since he’s done way more of these than I have, I take his cue and make the journey in reverent silence. Other noises fill that silence, though, and my ears feel like they’re twitching with every new sound.
Bugs, birds, nighttime vermin, all of them scurry, scamper, fly, cry out—each noise making my heart beat just a touch faster and sending zips of panic through my body. Even the groan of the crypt door sounds extraordinarily loud as John eases it back before striking a match on the worn stone.
The small light in his hand becomes much bigger as he lights an old-style candelabra that’s hidden just inside the door. My heart thumps loudly in my chest. It’s just like an old gothic novel, only this time, instead of staying in my fantasies, it’s starting to come true. Cool air swirls around