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A thin line of blood snakes down her arm as she gasps with pain. He is so thirsty…he cannot help himself. Quickly he tears the flesh, and begins to feed.

Although I love vampire movies, glance away from this part and refocus on your face. In the dim light your tanned skin looks almost black. Your short hair is still crisp from the gel you put in hours ago. My feet are sitting lightly in your lap with your hands resting on my knees lazily.
Slowly, my gaze travels down, scanning your body. I shiver slightly and go back to your face. I can’t help but notice the fake lip ring you’ve still got on. I grin and wish I could get a real one, just to show you up again.
I can dream, can’t I?
Your eyes are still glued to the movie. The vampire has finished drinking and tossed the limp body out the window. Blood stains his teeth, and he grins, completely satisfied.

Your tongue slowly begins playing with the ring. My eyes widen and stomach flips. I try to rip my gaze from you, but cannot. This memorizes me.
I lean forward, brushing my lips against your neck, and softly kiss your tender skin. You jump slightly, but grin and pull my face up toward yours. Quickly our tongues meet and before I know it my hand is desperately pulling at your shirt. I’m now sitting on your lap, facing you. Your hand moves up my shirt and unhooks my bra. I quickly shrug it off and lift my shirt up over my head.
Slowly I run my tongue down your neck, kissing the skin softly. You moan and hold me close. I can tell you’ve been thinking of me too. I unbutton your pants and slide them down to reveal your boxers. Grinning, I slip my hands under the material…

A woman in the movie screams and I’m thrown back into reality. You’re still messing with the ring, only now you’re sliding it back and forth with your fingers.
A hunger for you has grown in my stomach and has now spread to my heart. Slowly I scoot closer to you and lay my head on your shoulder. After a second or two your head rests upon mine. Your breathing slows and soon I know you are asleep. I glance out the window and watch the sun rise, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

Description
A thin line of blood snakes down her arm as she gasps with pain. He is so thirsty…he cannot help himself. Quickly he tears the flesh, and begins to feed.

Although I love vampire movies, glance away from this part and refocus on your face. In the dim light your tanned skin looks almost black. Your short hair is still crisp from the gel you put in hours ago. My feet are sitting lightly in your lap with your hands resting on my knees lazily.
Slowly, my gaze travels down, scanning your body. I shiver slightly and go back to your face. I can’t help but notice the fake lip ring you’ve still got on. I grin and wish I could get a real one, just to show you up again.
I can dream, can’t I?
Your eyes are still glued to the movie. The vampire has finished drinking and tossed the limp body out the window. Blood stains his teeth, and he grins, completely satisfied.

Your tongue slowly begins playing with the ring. My eyes widen and stomach flips. I try to rip my gaze from you, but cannot. This memorizes me.
I lean forward, brushing my lips against your neck, and softly kiss your tender skin. You jump slightly, but grin and pull my face up toward yours. Quickly our tongues meet and before I know it my hand is desperately pulling at your shirt. I’m now sitting on your lap, facing you. Your hand moves up my shirt and unhooks my bra. I quickly shrug it off and lift my shirt up over my head.
Slowly I run my tongue down your neck, kissing the skin softly. You moan and hold me close. I can tell you’ve been thinking of me too. I unbutton your pants and slide them down to reveal your boxers. Grinning, I slip my hands under the material…

A woman in the movie screams and I’m thrown back into reality. You’re still messing with the ring, only now you’re sliding it back and forth with your fingers.
A hunger for you has grown in my stomach and has now spread to my heart. Slowly I scoot closer to you and lay my head on your shoulder. After a second or two your head rests upon mine. Your breathing slows and soon I know you are asleep. I glance out the window and watch the sun rise, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.