Elicit Taste (collection of one shot erotic stories)

Like a Vampire

I live my life as a sucker.

People call me names like a leech. I can't blame them. My mom abandoned me for the same reason; I stole her precious youth.

Growing up in the streets with rats, and some stray dogs and cats, I find solitude with children that were thrown away like garbage. I found a family with them and at the age of sixteen in order to save my dying little friend, I found myself training to be a sucker.

The first two-year was a blast. They come and go like prey volunteering themselves to be devoured. I can remember their faces lit up, heads tilt high, and lips parted. Most of them would say that I let them experience heaven - the type of solace that I could only give them, not their lovers, mistresses, or other suckers, but only me, only Valerie.

It's easy. Kneel down on your knees, staring at the statue in front, not just stare but make your eyes speak -- let it believe that you crave and are willing to do everything to satisfy your yearning. Gently let your fingers play against the cloth as if you're touching a luxurious brand of clothing for the first time and you don't want even dust to ruin its beauty --- let the statue assume that you are longing for it. Don't stop. Let your tongue out --- slowly move it like licking a newly unwrapped lollipop, until the statue makes a move -- voluntarily reveals itself. Take a moment to gaze upon the introduced treasure --- it doesn't matter if it is long or huge enough to make you scream --- just let the statue experience a heaven-like visit, a visit that he will never forget. Now, let your hands feel the treasure's texture --- squeeze it, run your fingers unto it, hold onto it as if saying you're owning it. Taste --- No, not yet. Gaze back at the statue's eyes, show admiration -- you're admiring the treasure unfold, like asking permission to devour; be greedy. Teasingly let the tip of your tongue touches the treasure's head. "Ahhh." Now, let the treasure enter the tight slippery chest. Let every inch of the treasure fill the corners of the chest, let it moist, let it push itself inside. If the statue won't make the move, let yourself do the job --- make the treasure feel the anticipation of wanting to stay inside the chest, let it in and out, and make the chest's hole tight, tight, and tighter.

Pretending that you enjoy it is the easiest. It is not the life in the slumps that taught me the most valuable lesson in life, but being a sucker.

The money that I earned every night saved five lives.

I am well aware that my childhood was stolen. I grow up as a sucker. Will I also die as a sucker?

It was the usual Tuesday night. Dressed in an elegant red above-the-knee-length tight dress. Showered with vanilla scent perfume. Black breast-length wavy hair loose. Light makeup and reddish-pale blood-like lipstick.

It wasn't the usual night. I wasn't the sucker. I lay down in a coffin with the softest mattress I ever laid. It feels like made and prepared, especially for me. I became the victim waiting for the predator to prey on me, to devour me, to pleasure me, to own me. The statue's head between my legs is a new image; staring right into my eyes, tongue out, and I gasped as the tip of the tongue meets the tip of the treasure I hold. Oh, God! Oh, fuck! It is crazy how the tongue makes me want to lose my mind.

The statue has preyed on me. I lose.

Three treasures he held made me want him that night. Treasures that I wanted to keep. I didn't feel like a sucker, a money-trash bin, a desperate. I was pleasured.

But it wasn't the usual night. I am not the vampire.