"Oh." She nodded. "Technically, I'm undead, but I understand.""You do?""You don't want to share me.""Uh..." That wasn't exactly what I'd meant."I don't blame you," she said. "I'm the jealous type, too.""You are?" I winced as she rubbed her thumb around the head of my penis, but only because it felt so good. I kinda loved the way she jerked me off."I'm not a slut or anything," Shelly said. "I used to be a prostitute, sort of, back in the eighties, but not anymore.""You did? I mean, you're not?" I blinked at her. "What? You're a vampire prostitute?""Not anymore," she assured me. "After the Revolution, I married a winemaker from Nogent-sur-Seine. He had the most wonderful vineyards.""What revolution?" I almost smiled, but I still felt a bit confused."I still own it," Shelly said with a giggle. "I leave it to my daughter every fifty years or so and ... What?""I don't understand," I sighed. "You said you were a prostitute in the eighties, but you own a winery in France?""The 17
I like cooking," Shelly confessed after I'd finished eating. "I like cleaning the house, doing laundry, and waiting at the door with a glass of wine when my husband comes home from work.""Really?" I grinned, not believing her at all."Seriously," she said. "I still remember dreaming about it as a little girl. It's all I ever wanted to do.""Be a housewife?" I asked around my coffee. "You're teasing me, right?""No!" Shelly pouted and my cock grew hard. "I mean it, Bobby. In the bedroom, yeah, I like being sort of ... dominant.""Heh!" I shook my head and she ignored it."But everywhere else?" Shelly gave me her big gray eyes. "I want to be the woman, and not a liberated one either.""Barefoot and pregnant?" I teased. "That's a little hard to imagine.""We'll, I wouldn't mind if we had children someday," she said, and that made me blink."We?""Of course!" she said with a giggle. "What do you think I'm talking about?""I'm not sure," I replied slowly. Adoption, I assumed, but that imp
The sun had risen behind the heavily draped windows and Shelly closed her eyes, smiling with my cock still pulsing gently inside her. She slept silent and breathless beneath me, helpless as a newborn, and my only thought was to cradle her in my arms. I kept her safe and warm, and eventually I dreamt of beautiful, wondrous, and terrible things. Perhaps they were her dreams as well. I liked to think so."What are you doing?""Huh?" I glanced at Shelly from the driver's seat of my BMW, a beautiful M5 that seemed to impress the girl quite a bit. I'd kind of hoped it would. I loved that car and hardly ever got to drive it."That's the third florist we've passed," she said, glancing over her shoulder."You want me to buy you flowers?""Not for me!" Shelly punched me in the arm."Ow!""For your mother," she said. "What's the matter with you?""Uh..." I wasn't exactly sure."You can't go to your mom's for dinner without bringing her flowers.""I can't?"Shelly gave me an incredulous look. "I
I think he's just hungry," I said, drinking in her firm, upturned breasts as she moved around. I fed the cat, giving the task a bare minimum of attention.Watching Shelly get dressed seemed much more interesting. Captivating, really, as I just stood there looking up at her. She put on a white bra decorated with blue and pink polka dots on the cups, adjusting it with a self-conscious giggle. She knew I was watching. Shelly turned around, giving me her ass for a moment, then turning again so I could watch her pull matching panties up her long legs. I teased her about that, since I'd honestly believed she didn't own even a single pair of panties. Everything about her was pleasing to the eye and I smiled as she turned, smoothing her panties over her butt and posing just for me."You should be an underwear model," I decided, and she laughed at that."I should be a lot of things," Shelly replied. "Which one?"She held up two dresses, a baby blue sun dress with white trim, and a black mini-d
Shelly's cheeks turned pink with life and it wasn't only my blood that nourished her, but my living sperm as well. That's not something they put in the movies, but my vampire girlfriend assured me it was true.Secretly, I wondered if Shelly didn't have a serious sperm fetish, but either way, I wasn't complaining."And here's Robert when he had the chicken pox," Mom said. "It was just awful. All that itching. Like a big diaper rash.""Oh." Shelly nodded."Right after that, let's see ... That's right. He fell out of a tree and broke his wrist.""Ouch!""Such a clumsy boy." Mom clucked her tongue. "And then he had his tonsils removed when he was eleven.""That's a lot of ice cream," Shelly said, smiling at me. "You look pretty cute.""His father took this picture. Caught him flying right over the handlebars, see?"How many mothers keep a photo album dedicated to illness and injury? Not many, I imagined, and I shuddered to think of Shelly's opinion. One natural disaster after another arra
She had to hug me, too, and of course, she started to cry. For real this time. Even Shelly had tears running down her cheeks, I was surprised to see. It wouldn't even occur to me that the undead could weep, but there they were, tears of crimson joy that she quickly caught with a tissue. Thank God my mother hadn't noticed."Why wouldn't you want to tell me, Robert?" Mom wondered, leaving me completely at a loss. Thankfully, Shelly was right there with a ready answer."Because he hasn't given me a ring yet," she explained, holding up her left hand and wiggling her empty finger. "Bobby's a little self-conscious about it.""A ring?" Mom looked surprised suddenly. I mean, even more than she had when she found out I was getting married. Or maybe it wasn't surprise, but the sort of look people get when a good idea strikes."Are you alright?" I wondered."I'll be right back," she said, leaving Shelly and me sitting on the sofa."Are you crazy?" I hissed. "I didn't ask you to marry me!""You d
You are?""Absolutely," she said, kissing my cheek as if it was all settled. "I'm going to fuck your brains out every night and make you breakfast every morning.""Okay," I nodded. "Well, um..."How could I have lost the argument so quickly? That's what I wanted to know. I mean, we'd just started and Shelly had won already? How was that fair?"You're lucky you've got a girl like me," she decided, pulling my arm around her shoulder. "You know why?""Cause you're so beautiful?""Besides that!" She giggled. "Guess again.""Um ... You never get PMS?""Bobby!" She pouted playfully. "Well, I guess that's true, but no. You're lucky because I'm the girl who loves you.""I was going to say that next.""Liar!""No, I really was," I said with a grin. "You just didn't give me a chance.""I'm a vampire, remember?" Shelly kissed my neck. "I don't give anyone a chance.""Yeah." I felt my heart beneath her cool lips, beating strong enough for both of us. "And everyday is Halloween, right?"I could li
Celesta's face was pale and tears streamed from her eyes. Mascara ran right along with it and fear was rampant, making her pant. She gulped unsteadily, but then regained her composure. "So what ... you're going to fuck her instead of me? What do you think she'll say when she finds out what you are?""I think that compared to what your boyfriend was doing to her, she'll probably figure she traded up, where, if you run to him, you're definitely diving into the shallower end of the gene pool." He smirked, a sly twist of his lush lower lip. "Thirty minutes, Celesta. Anything you forget, I'll give to a home for abused women. Now get out!"Celesta sagged against the man who once held the leash. "Who are you to threaten her?" His bellow echoed against the massive stone walls.Celesta gasped. "No, Donnie, don't provoke him."Donnie hugged her. "Shush little one. You have no right to speak to her in such a manner." He poked his index finger into Chal's chest to emphasize his words. "She is a l