It started out as any hopeful night might for one such as I. The bar was packed with bodies, wall to wall, the music pounded through me. I drank a little, danced some, laughed a lot; but always my eyes, my body, were searching the crowd for that certain kind of man, the man I write about, the man I dream about.

I walked through the bar, my body conscious of every touch, every jostle against me. Always watching the eyes for that look of desire, that flash of heat. Waiting for the one who would look at me as though he knew my thoughts. Just the anticipation was often enough to make me wet.

I had just about resigned myself to going home alone when he stepped in from the night. His hair was messy and curled just past his ears; the lights made it look blue, but I knew it was blonde. I watched him, as he seemed to shake off the cold; a boyish grin was on his face. His eyes roved over the crowd. I held my breath for a moment, keeping my gaze fixed on him until his eyes met mine. There was that spark. That look of recognition that told me we knew one another for what we were. I exhaled slowly and smiled. When he smiled back, I felt myself weaken all over, for his eyes ran up and down the length of my body, returning to my eyes for that smile.

Shameless as ever in the pursuit of my pleasure, I went to him.

The crowd parted slightly and there I was face to face with him. Somehow I muttered out a hello. He just kept smiling at me. I felt flustered and off balance. Finally he spoke: "What do you say we get out of here?" he said. I was more than happy to agree. I am no fool, I knew exactly what he wanted--or so I thought--and it was what I wanted too.

We stumbled out into the night, his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders. Just outside the door, he stopped, pushing me to the wall for a kiss that stole my breath. "This will be perfect, just you see," he said, and then gave me that charming smile again. I melted. I'd have gone anywhere he wanted at that moment--he was like a dream come true. We decided on my house, as the closer of two options, and also vacant of roommates for the weekend.

I didn't even know a moment's hesitation as I unlocked the door and let this total stranger into my house. The second the door was shut, our hands reached out for one another. His mouth pressed to mine; his tongue snaked out and licked at my lips. We headed for the bedroom, half stripping, half groping our way there.

I felt the bed press against the back of my knees and buckled, laying back on the bed and smiling up at this handsome stranger. I ran my hands up and down my body, teasing myself, teasing him. He licked his lips, his eyes following my hands as they ran over my curves. I smiled and reached for him. He grasped my hands tightly, and then slid his own down to my wrists. He gave me the strangest look.

His fingers increased the pressure on my wrists. I started to squirm a bit, and whine; he was beginning to hurt me. I was also getting more and more turned on. He just smiled again and squeezed harder. A small yelp of pain escaped my lips and his smile grew wider.

He leaned over me, forcing my wrists down to the bed, holding them in an iron grip. I could feel the blood leaving them. My breasts thrust upward as my back arched. I squirmed against his grip, twisting my body from side to side. He watched my face as he lowered his weight onto me. 

The course hairs of his chest scraped softly against my nipples then his chest pressed down, smashing my breasts against him. He licked and bit at my neck; his teeth grazed against my skin. His knee pressed roughly between my thighs and I gladly slid them apart, welcoming the feel of his jeans scraping against my panty clad pussy. I rocked my hips and ground my clit against his thigh; soft moans came from my mouth.

His full weight now holding me pinned upon the bed, he ran his hands down my sides, softly, just his fingertips trailing down over me. Goose bumps broke out across my body and I felt my nipples tighten against his chest.

His hands moved lower, across the flair of my hips, then he slid his hands underneath my ass, grabbing a buttock with each hand. I moaned a little and twisted under him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, could feel his cock along my thighs, between them, teasing me. I spread my legs wider, opening myself to him.

His mouth found mine. He sucked my lips into his mouth; he traced their outlines with his tongue. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me, to be filled up by him entirely. Finally he stopped teasing me. Never stopping in his kiss, he arched his hips and slid himself inside of me.

His cock was hot against my cunt; it's heat thrust deep into me, stirring up my juices, quickening my breath. I tossed my head from side to side and gave in to the pleasure.

His hands squeezed at my ass, his fingertips resting just outside of my anus, teasing at it. His hips ground into mine, and I rose them higher, opening myself as much as possible for his use, grinding my pussy against him, smashing my clit into him with each stroke.

His cock slid deeply into me, then my eyes opened wide as I felt his finger press into my ass. My cunt clamped down tight around him, squeezing him as new waves of pleasure washed over me. I wouldn't be able to take very much of this. A few more thrusts were all it took.

My eyes flew wide as I started to orgasm, the sensations washed over my body, again and again. I screamed out in pleasure. As the last waves of orgasm throbbed through my system, I realized that he was still and silent over me.

Smiling, I looked into his eyes. My body felt hot and flushed and still tingled. He was grinning at me. A small blush crept across my face. I felt him throb, still hard inside of me.

"Don't be shy," he said to me, "you look beautiful like this." I grinned again. "Only one thing could make you more beautiful," he said.

Curious, I looked up at him. He had a strange light in his eyes, feverish, excited. I imagined I must look about the same. Slowly he started to fuck me again. Delighted, I sighed and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations this stranger was giving me.

The scream was out of my mouth before I even realized what had happened. I looked up in confused shock and pain as another scream tore from me at what I saw. He grinned down at me, my blood across his mouth, a horrible smile on his face. I stared in amazed shock at what remained of my nipple. Looking again, I realized he had bitten almost clean through. My nipple hung from my breast, a small piece of skin dangling from the rest.

Panic overtook me and I screamed on and on, My body thrashing about madly, desperate to escape this man. His mouth lowered again, and he nursed from my torn breast, his mouth sucking in the blood like a babe would milk. My stomach spun at the horror, and nausea swept over me both from the fear and from the sight of my own blood smeared across his face. Still, his cock slid in and out of me.

I sobbed while he nursed, my eyes closed tight, the pain intense. They opened a second later in shock, then another scream was torn from me as that horrid mouth descended again, this time sinking into the side of my other breast. He clamped down hard; I felt as his teeth broke through the skin and sunk into the delicate flesh.

I sobbed, begging him to stop, begging him not to hurt me anymore, but he seemed to not even hear me. It was almost as if I didn't exist for him. He shook his head from side to side, tearing at my skin, growling as he did. I'd never felt pain like that. I kept thinking I was going to pass out, but that mercy was denied.

Relentless, he fucked into me; his cock sunk time after time into my moist pussy. His mouth moved from my breast and I knew a moment's relief before he bit into me again, this time sinking his teeth into the top of my arm. I wiggled desperately, trying to move, but he held me firmly pinned in place beneath him. I cried harder; the tears flooded from my eyes.

On and on this went, this nightmare, seemingly without end, his cock slithering in and out of me, his teeth sinking in here, there, everywhere.

Finally I could feel his urgency build, could feel his cock throb inside of me as he neared his own climax. A savage cry came from his mouth, and then he thrust into me hard, burying his cock inside of me.  At the same moment, he sunk his teeth into my neck. With a horrible growling sound, he ripped into my neck, his teeth tearing the flesh open. My whole body tightened and one long howl of pain flew from me.

I felt his hot seed pump into me while his tongue lapped at my blood. It seemed like all I could see was blood, and I knew it was all mine. He latched his mouth onto my neck, bit his teeth in again, and tore it open more. Blood poured from the wound, dripping down onto the sheets, running down my chest, running into his eagerly waiting mouth to fill it to overflowing.

Slowly, I felt the pain slip away. It wasn't conscious:  I just suddenly realized it really didn't hurt much after all. I could feel his cock softening inside of me. He lowered his lips to mine once more. Blood coated his face. I could taste my own blood on him.

He licked at my face, my neck, my breasts; he licked and nursed and sucked at me. A heavy fatigue started to weigh on me. I felt sleepy, so very sleepy. I looked at the stranger one last time, confused. Who was he? What was he doing? But none of that really mattered. I just needed to rest.

I closed my eyes and drifted off, somewhere in the back of my mind was the knowledge of him growing hard once more inside of me. It was getting hard to think, though, and I was feeling a little cold. A shiver ran through my body. It was cold in here.

As the stranger started to fuck me once more, I saw his red face smile at me through a fog. I kept gasping and gasping, but I couldn't seem to breathe very well. My eyes grew wide in panic, then a final breath shuddered from me.

"Now you are truly beautiful," the stranger said, his cock sliding in and out of her cooling body, "now you are beautiful forever."