[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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HER TONGUE LAVISHED the inside of my mouth - swirling, exploring, dominating, and almost choked me out of breath. That's how deep her kiss was. And it was intoxicating, like a brand of brandy mixed with opium. I couldn't seem to get enough of it.
I flipped her over on the bed, so I could move on top of her. I straddled her between my thighs, then for a moment, had a good look of her.
She was beautiful. A lady in her early 30s, with luscious red curls, soft alabaster skin, a splash of freckles forming like the constellation of stars across her petite body and demure face. And her eyes... her eyes were the prettiest, a light shade of green; it was as if I was gazing upon a lake glinting over the gentle rays of the morning sun.
She smiled at me. She knew I was admiring her beauty. I smiled back at her, then dove back to kiss her plump lips. I left her a trail of kisses downwards. I kissed her cheek, her chin, then her neck, then her collar bone, until I reached the mounds of her breasts.
Her breasts were bell-shaped, smooth and soft and full and perky with excitement. I suckled her tit, and I heard her squirm beneath me when I rolled my tongue around her hardened nipple.
I continued to saunter my mouth below her, and only stopped when I located her soaking wet spot between her thighs. I gave her a naughty look straight in her light green eyes, before sticking my tongue to lick her wet vulva.
Her taste was exquisite. It was as if I was slurping a sweetened liquor.
I flicked the tip of my tongue on her clit, and there, I sucked, like I sucked her tit. I pressed her tiny bud between my lips and gave it a suction, until I heard her moaning loudly, and felt her toes curl.
Two of my fingers were inserted in her leaking cunt, then I started to move them back and forth. The first thrusts were gentle, and loving, but as I felt her starting to rock her hips to match my motion and how she quivered greedily under my touch, the thrusts of my fingers went rough and animalistic.
She yelled my name, again and again, as her hand gripped my hair - holding onto it for dear life as if she would fall into oblivion if she didn't. She held me tight as she shut her eyes close. Her teeth sank deep on her lower lip to suppress a howl, and with a frown, she shook. She was near, near to her release. And I made it sure to bring her to the climax of our story.
With a final jab of my fingers and final swirl of my tongue, her cum splattered in my mouth like a spouting fountain. It burst like translucent fireworks that made me in a daze of euphoria for awhile.
I drank her all then licked my lips from her taste, then glanced over her on the bed. She was sweaty and looking spent. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling. She was still in her very own daze of euphoria, and the high had not waned down yet from her body.
I lied beside her then tug a loose red curl behind her ear to see her beauty better. Then, I gently kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Rose."
She turned at her side to face me, then opened her eyes, and once again, the greenness in them swallowed me. "I should be thanking you. You gave me a good - nay - a great one."
