Watch the teeth, Bobby," she warned me as I caught my breath. "Or I'll have to find something else for you to ... Shhhh!"I froze with the acute fear of being discovered. We were in the men's room of a popular restaurant and I was sucking a vampire's tongue! Oh man! If we got busted my life would be over. Shelly probably wouldn't care, she could just go back to Transylvania or wherever the hell she'd come from, but I had a job, a career. I was a prominent CPA with an influential and very conservative clientele. Having perverted undead sex in a public bathroom would be like jumping out the window of my 38th floor office - messy, painful, and utterly final.The man's footsteps echoed off the tiles. He hummed softly and the sound of his zipper coming down made me jump. I could hear his piss hitting the porcelain and Shelly decided to fuck for real. She reached down to unzip my trousers, giggling silently as she found my cock swollen with irrational desire. I stood tip-toe, holding my bre

This is crazy," I decided, shutting the door before one of my nosy neighbors happened to walk by. Not that I had nosy neighbors, I still hadn't met the ones next door, but why take chances? I liked my apartment a lot."No, it's not," Shelly said. She sat on the sofa, looking over her shoulder because it faced the wall and my big flat-screen television, and ... What was she doing here?"Look, I don't understand any of this," I told her, honestly. "I'm not into it, alright? I'm not looking for some weird Goth Halloween ghouls and goblins thing.""Excuse me?" She narrowed her eyes and I felt my stomach knotting up. I wasn't very good at confrontation."Um...""Did you just call me a ghoul?""Kinda?" I said, making it sound like a question. You know, like maybe we hadn't heard me right. It didn't seem to work as she stood up again, smoothing her skirt and walking towards me."For your information, Robert," she poked me in the chest with her finger, "I'm not a ghoul and I'm definitely not

The woman had an amazing body, neither too thin nor too fat, but formed in proportions that gave lie to the myth of supermodel perfection. Real women don't look like airbrushed Victoria's Secret models, they look ... Real. The imperfections are what makes a woman truly beautiful.Vampires, too, as it turns out."A little more," she whispered, cupping her tits and rubbing her thumbs around her dark nipples. "Get as deep as you can, baby. Wriggle it around, that's it. Nice and slow, yeah, just like that. You're such a good pussy licker, Bobby.""Ummph..." I agreed, bobbing head as I fucked her with my stiff tongue.Shelly's nipples were growing long and stiff above me. Her tongue played between her teeth, resembling the graceful fangs of a viper rather than Count Dracula's clumsy canines. And the girl's brilliant gray eyes glittered like diamonds as she watched me with obvious satisfaction. She seemed a vision, an erotic dream come to life, and I only wanted to please her.I slipped two

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

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