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I get out the shower after a failed attempt to get myself off. I walk naked into my room making bee line to my big ass closet. I pick up some stretchy black Nike shorts with a matching sports bra to match. I lay them on the bed going back to the bathroom to put on deodorant and to grab my shea butter mint chocolate.
I go in front of my mirror and rub my body down. My hair is still dripping wet from the shower. There in loose 4c curls that's gonna shrink into tighter curls soon. I hurry up and put some leave in conditioner and oil before putting it into a curly bun. Looking at my body I feel like I don't need to go. Stomach still flat with a show of abs, a fat ass with hella cellulite, hips wide as if I've had a few children with a pair of thick thighs and cafts to match. Chocolate skin that's been kisses by the sun. Looking at my body I can see my mother Menaal who was renamed Coffey in myself.
Coming back to reality...I don't need to go down memory lane. I'll only get sad. But I need to do something with all this energy. What I honestly need is to feed. Hurrying turning away from the mirror I walk towards the bed looking at my clock reading 8:00am.
There's a knock at the door. I put on my robe and go to the door. "Damon? Your here early."
"Hey I thought you might be hungry. Haven't heard from you in a while thought I check in on you." He says inviting himself in I inhale deep, he smells of citrus. He's wearing a white T and black sweats he's very good looking and muscular...all man. But not like Ekon. Can't even compare the two. Ekon is like a fantasy. Damon is like any regular man. But he's a good man, I don't understand how he's still single or innocent for that matter.
He sits down on the couch. "How was your date with Mr.Snow?" I walk over to him securing my robe and sit on his lap facing him.
"It was pretty good. Very interesting. He's my mate." I say nonchalant letting my demon creep through. I now . I see a look on his face that I can't really make out cause as soon as it appears it's gone.
"That's great I'm happy for you. Do you have on clothes Taura?" He ask with a disapproving look. I shake my head no. "How many times do we have to talk about this?" He's told me countless times but I do what the hell I want. "Go put some on please. I don't want your new man to kill me." He smirks biting his bottom lip. I used to love it when he did that. I thought it was adorable. Now I don't feel anything about it. I wonder what would Ekon do in this position. Would he let me do what I want, or choose for me and enforce it.
"What I say each time we 'talk' about this?" I paused for minute. "Exactly. Put your head back." I whisper out. I drag my nose up his neck taking in his scent. I can tell he's still as pure as I first met him. A virgin, and he smells of oranges."So innocent. What a shame." My demon comes forth. She loves to tease her victims. We lick his pulse and sink our fangs into him moaning with him at the same time. "Mmm good human. You please me well." The blood is always more intense when aroused. I've always seduced my victims first before feeding. Unless I'm striking for a kill. But that's a different story for another day.
"I can't help it. You don't have on any clothes. Ah you feel so right." He's a moaning mess now. I talk gulps of him tasting the sweet yet copper blood. He tastes so good especially when he's aroused. I feel alive and hyper. As if I'd taken a hit of the best Columbian cocaine. My heart beat is pumping strong as I drink him in. My skins feels tingly and warm. He slides his hands up my thick meaty thighs and grabs my ass in a tight squeeze. I let out a gasp at the feel of his hands, leaving behind a trail of Sparks. Before that would turn me on. Now I feel a bit uncomfortable with this. I know he can't help his actions so I let it slide. He's big but no where near close to Ekon. I pull my fangs out and lick his wounds to heal it. I don't want to push him to hard. I bite my wrist and put it to his mouth so he can drink and gain some energy before he leaves. "Thank you Taura."
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Crave
General Fiction"Did you not hear me? Get out, Taurus." Unbuckling his seat belt he gets out. I unbuckle my seat and step out the car. His towering 6'3 is standing in front of me looking down at me blank face. "I've taken a lot of disrespect from you, Taurus more t...