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Listen to Frank croon. Deep and low.
Watch me walk to you. Fire in my eyes and a burn in my belly.
Smell my desire. Earthy and pungent.
Experience my hands glide over your body. Flesh upon flesh.
~~ The best feeling on Earth ~~
Taste me. Drink me in. Roll me around your tongue, savoring every flavor.
Close your eyes and really … taste me.
Soft hidden folds bloom under leisurely lengths.
Bite. Nibble. Nip.
Deep draws.
~~ gasp ~~
The essence of Life.
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Ecstasy
1 1/2 ounces Vodka
1/2 ounce Black Raspberry Liqueur
1/2 ounce Pineapple Juice
1/2 ounce Cranberry Juice
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
** from The Bartender’s Black Book 7th edition
“Bite me.”
Vanessa pleaded quietly, feeling the alluring pull of Elijah’s body even as her sight faded with the evening light. She groped for his hands in the near darkness, but came up short. He was keeping his distance. Protecting her, he said.
“Bullshit, Elijah! This is bullshit and you know it!” Frustration oozed from her words like slime from a storm drain. Black and grimy. “Why do you insist on keeping us apart, Lije… why? What are you afraid of?” Vanessa sank to her knees, not caring that she was soiling her wedding dress in the wet grass.
She had run from her betrothed. The man she loved since her teenage years. Left him at the alter. And ran to the man she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The man she was relentlessly drawn to.
But, Elijah didn’t want to ruin her life. He thought he couldn’t give her what she was used to, what he felt she desired. So he tried to disassociate himself.
But, she couldn’t let him go. She knew to the depths of her being that they were meant to spend eternity together. Fate shared her thoughts. And with hard lessons learned, kept pushing them together.
Elijah knew it from the beginning, but chose to ignore their Destiny. He truly didn’t want to pull her over to the dark side. He loved her and thought he could save her future by staying away. He felt she deserved more than to live the lifestyle that had claimed him.
“Bite me, Elijah,” Vanessa begged softly a second time.
Her lilting voice tugged heavy at his Soul and he felt his composure slip away. He bent down and pulled her from her knees and into his arms. And when he wrapped his hand around her throat, he could feel the pulse of her devotion under his thumb.
Quick and willing.
His breath caught. A surge of lust assaulted his loins.
All self-control evaporated.
Fangs, alabaster white and sharp as needles, ferociously revealed themselves.
Vanessa closed her eyes and turned her head, offering her veins to him … offering herself.
He bent down slowly, exhausting control vibrating every nerve. And in a movement so swift it blurred, he bit her neck and drank of her body.
Her blood warm and thick against his tongue, quenched his fire like a snort of coke quells an addict. He took long, sensuous pulls. Feeding his need and sating his cravings with her life force.
“Yes… finally,” Vanessa whispered, sinking into his embrace. The sharp sting of his teeth sent waves of pleasure through her body. She grasped Elijah tightly, desperately needing him to feed from her … to imbibe in her love.
Elijah felt his erection prick against his trousers. With a renewed surge of greed and an even deeper draw, he gulped the blood from her neck. His cock wanted freedom now. Yearning for her skin to replace the denim restricting it.
Holding her firmly to him, Elijah finally retracted his teeth. Tiny ruby droplets glistened on her skin, enticing him. Beckoning him to lick and taste.
Long strokes of his tongue caught every red bead as Vanessa pressed her aching breasts into his chest with each lap. Her heart pounded in her ears, her head swam with lust and love and happiness.
She could give this man what he needed … what they both needed. She knew that her decision to come here was the correct one.
Elijah ripped the wedding dress from Vanessa’s body and lay her on it in one movement. The tight white corset squeezing her flesh with ribbons and lace rosettes would be no match for his powerful grip, but he left it in place. He chose instead to delve below its beauty to her precious treasures encompassed in silk panties.
He removed the finery with one slash of his fang. Tufts of blonde down glistened with dewy moisture. Elijah could smell her heat.
His roar filled the vanilla peach air as he possessed her with his mouth. The intensity of his kiss overwhelmed Vanessa and she grabbed at Elijah’s head. Lifting her thighs and pulling his face frantically into her, she pushed herself onto his tongue.
A halo of warmth spread slowly through her groin until it reached a peak she could no longer contain. She screamed her release into the balmy night as Elijah hungrily lapped at her flesh. He held her hips, staying her trembles until she relaxed exhausted onto the pile of wedding taffeta.
Elijah prowled slowly up her body and peered deeply into her eyes. “You are Mine,” he growled.
“Yes, Lije … I am … forever.”
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Leap of Faith
6 ounces Citrus Vodka
1 ounce Sweet Vermouth
1 ounce Grand Marnier
1/2 teaspoon Lemon Juice
Add vodka, sweet vermouth, Grand Marnier and lemon juice to a cocktail shaker filled with cracked ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
*note: this martini is as potent as a Vampire’s bite… enjoy with extreme caution!
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Cream Dream
2 ounces Vanilla Vodka
Ginger Ale
Cola (optional)
Fill a tumbler or rocks glass with ice. Add Vodka. Fill with ginger ale. Add a splash of cola if you like.
Enjoy!
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Wander through my mind with me,
Won’t you darling,
wander with me?
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I can tell you need me,
what shall we do?
Be still my love,
I’m here for you.
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The pain the pleasure,
watch it unfold
across my face,
beneath your hold
on me, my love
the want is there
be free my love,
it’s only fair.
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Don’t burden yourself with unrest and guilt,
Surround yourself with this love we’ve built.
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Surround yourself with your desire for me.
With your want,
your need,
let it go,
be free.
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Because I’m here for you
whatever you need.
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I’m here for you,
come here and feed.
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One Enchanted Evening
1 ounce Banana Liqueur
1 ounce Mount Gay Rum
2 ounces Pineapple Juice
Grenadine
Add all ingredients, except grenadine to an ice filled cocktail mixer. Shake well. Pour contents into a tall glass. Top with a few drops of grenadine.
Enjoy!
The acrid stench
of dead animal was replaced by the clean, green scent of freshly cut grass as we rode through the Black Hills of South Dakota.
That’s the thing about being on a motorcycle – you get to experience everything without the confines or restrictions of a box of metal surrounding you. The good, the bad and the ugly of the environment assault your senses whether you like it or not. It’s a very cool way of life actually.
I gave up my 9 to 5 and box house in the suburbs, oh … probably about 6 years ago. I was done with the whole facade and ‘what would people think if’ attitude. So… I left. Took my old Harley Low Rider and said ‘Adios’ to it all. No feelings hurt… mutual understanding all the way, thank god.
I chased my rainbow across the country… Minnesota, Colorado, Montana… stopping only long enough to make some money to keep going. I became a vagabond and I thoroughly enjoyed the freedom of not having anyone but myself to answer to.
Then I met Steele. Oh, he was something to behold. Not drop dead movie star handsome, but … his mouth… oh… his mouth. One glance had me dripping into my lace thong.
He captured me… mind, body and Soul. And it wasn’t an easy capture.. Oh no.. I was a free spirit… no one was about to tame me. Hah… little did I know, how utterly and completely he would possess me!
The first time I saw him was on the Rocky Mountain range, just outside of Denver. I had stopped at a roadside burger joint for some lunch and to give my tired ass a long needed break. He was sitting outside on a dilapidated bench, eating a dish of ice cream.
His lips surrounding that spoon of chocolate sent lightning bolts directly to my clit and 
I found myself riveted to the sidewalk, mouth agape and exhaling quite loudly.
I couldn’t help myself, I started mimicking his movements … licking and biting my lower lip. Growing ever more unsteady on my feet, the sensuous actions of his mouth consumed me and my groin was set ablaze instantly, as if ignited by a flash inferno.
He raised his eyes to me, spoon mid-air nearly touching his beautiful, full lips… tongue ready to lick the creamy confection from it. I saw the glint of smug satisfaction shine in those eyes… shine with the knowledge that he was turning me on and I was mesmerized and hypnotized like a pauper finding a bag of gold.
His eyes were as intense as his mouth was erotic and I was ensnared like a fly on a spider’s web.
Watching me, he made love to that spoon … sucking languidly… wrapping his ample tongue deliberately around it. Drawing the ice cream in, he let a tiny drop run seductively down his chin and into his beard. I nearly pitched forward on the sidewalk with the avidity emanating from my body.
Extending his tongue fully, he captured the runaway ice cream… slowly licking and luring it back into his mouth. Then he turned the spoon backwards and flattened his tongue against it, releasing a long, low moan of enjoyment. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he pulled the spoon down until it was no longer connected to his tongue and he closed his lips for a honeyed moment.
I couldn’t breathe… the crushing ache … the overwhelming yearning in my body was screaming for his attention.
I wanted his tongue on me… on my body… between my legs… wrapping around me, sucking, drawing me in, swallowing me down. I wanted his lips on me and my lips on him. I wanted to do to his body, what he was doing to that ice cream. I wanted to wrap my lips around the sweetness of his cock and draw him down my throat. Drinking him in, like melting ice cream.
I knew how he would taste… like chocolate and juicy berries and salt and road and rocks and dirt and metal and leather and … lust. Yes, he would taste like lust…. because he was that intense. I could tell, just by looking at him… he exuded power.
I could feel him…. his hands on my body… wandering over my breasts, around my throat, into my hair. I could feel him inserting a finger inside me, rotating, cupping, moving back and forth, in and out. I could feel him… grabbing my ass and pulling my hips up to his, thrusting himself inside me … deep … inside me. I could feel his hardness, his urgency, his satisfying orgasm. Just by looking at him … I could feel him … everywhere.
I couldn’t stop staring and I didn’t care that my bold gaze might be turning awkward. I desired him … and I wanted him to know that I desired him.
He casually lifted his chin, raising an eyebrow and beckoned me with the slightest movement of his head … I needed no other invitation and I walked slowly towards the bench.
He gestured to the empty space next to him, inviting me to sit down. When I did, he lifted the spoon of ice cream to my mouth, offering to hand feed me what was left in the dish. I took the spoon in … never unlocking my eyes from his and I wrapped my lips around it, much like he had done earlier.
When he withdrew the spoon, he wiped my lips with his fingers, allowing them to linger there. My lips parted slightly of their own accord and the tip of my tongue whispered a touch upon them. The groans uttered in unison between us were our verbal marks of parallel cravings.
“What’s your name, Beautiful?”
“Jewel.”
“Well … Jewel … they call me Steele. I own a bar down the road and I have to get ready for Happy Hour. Would you care to ride along beside me and perhaps spend some time there, so we can get to know each other better?”
“Yes, Steele… I think I would like that very much.”
We each climbed on our motorcycles and rode down the street to his bar… that was five and a half years ago… and we are still celebrating that HAPPY HOUR together to this day.
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