Lust & Fangs: Steamy Vampire Erotic Short Stories
Occasionally, she would push my head down and sigh contentedly as I licked and nibbled at her breasts, but mostly we shared deep, lazy kisses and a part of me felt as happy as I'd ever been in my life.
Another part of me felt guilty, even ashamed of what we were doing. After I'd cum, I'd regained my senses, so to speak. How could I love a vampire? I mean, I didn't know anything about her, or vampires in general, except what I'd seen in movies. Did she sleep in a coffin? Could sunlight kill her? I'd never seen her in daylight, so ... That would suck! What about mirrors and crosses and garlic and all that stuff? I'd been raised Catholic, but I wasn't really practicing my faith, although I went