Dedicated to the Day of all lovers

Dracula Revelations

No, this story has nothing to do with vampires. Dracula is my nickname in the internet. Well, so - not entirely ethical, but epic. Certainly no worse than any Axel. Under this nickname, I meet, or rather, hunt. Yes, I am a hunter. Hunter for lost souls, naive girls who are looking for romance. Kinda I'm still a vampire. I like to suck the essence of the simple-minded, ready-made canaries. They are so cute, affectionate, shy. And so it is touching to bring them to a mad passion, to feelings, to desires. And then ... Then show the true face. Own or them.

So it turns out that they themselves do not know it. Your face does not know. One tries to solve their financial problems at my expense, the other - their housing problems, and the third - tries to crush me by solving my problems. My dears! Who told you that I would do all this?

Living rarely. Most often, a kind of life. Problems with her husband, gone when I return, I do not know, shelter. I have enough for one night - free, I do not trust you.

They are all cute, but consumers. But so nice to breed them. Used, threw. Used, sent. The latter is even more interesting. Tantrums, moans, pleas. Handsomely. Forest ... three times, and the canister in the back!

No, I'm not a monster. Just self-sufficient, calm in moderation, if not deduced, a lonely man of about forty.

Once met, found a live, real. Not a canary, a woman. Older me, a little bit. And it seems to fall in love. With her, I realized that I was still alive, that I wanted something, that I could. Her living perception set me on my feet. Not for long. She is not guilty, it's about me. I am dead, I know, I realize. A bag of bones, attractive but pierced through. Problems, psychosomatics and ailments, entailing me.

I do not sleep at night, swear in my sleep, jump, scatter furniture and dishes. If I were a woman, I would say hysterical. No, I am tormented by pain in my back, in the solar plexus, in the kidneys, in the liver, in the sternum. I'm losing heart for any reason. I'm dead. Live, walking dead. I have no business, work, occupation. There are only problems. But canaryas fall on me.

And she ... She was gorgeous. I saw everything at once. She said - I will never be with you, I can help, I will, but not more. I flew on the first call, did not regret, snapped, as she wanted.

We were together year, soul in soul. She looked at my girls and gave each characteristic. Exceptionally truthful and correct. I was not jealous, did not suit hysteria. Pointing finger, so, unobtrusively, by the way. And I was mad. What was missing?

Not enough of her authority, which in it is undoubtedly. Crush to myself, would have stayed. My girl, my dear, choke me with your own hands. I will obey! But you didn't need it. You do not want to answer for someone again and again. You do not want to carry on yourself another load. I know, and I accept. I would like to let you go, but without you I can not. Whispering in a dream - stay. I hate you because I was able to get it, I love you, because I was able to raise you.

Six in the morning, the cat yelled. I jumped up, woke me up again, I slept badly the night, I would kill the beast. My little girl woke up with me, but did not show it. When she returned, she buried her nose in the back of the sofa, carefully pretending to be asleep. Her shoulders shook, she cried. My dear girl, do not cry, my dear.

He wrapped his hand around his trembling shoulders, pressed his soft supple body to him, and the ass immediately settled between his legs. Why am I so calm with you? Because not a canary? Because I don't owe anything? What do you want, honey, I will do everything, my dear, nobody except you gave me so much heat, without demanding anything in return, will you marry me? I whisper not familiar words, shuddering inside. She is silent, does not lead with a shoulder, but listens.

Diligently pretends to sleep. I know how she breathes in a dream, but as in reality. She does not sleep, but does not want to answer.Yes, so, exactly, do not, do not answer. And I still love you, my dear, dear. I say these words out loud, I want to hear. Girl, nobody ever told me the words that you said. I'm swimming in your feelings. Honey, marry me.

Ass rises to meet. And I hear a whisper inside - take me. Aloud a single word. I get in, break in, stick into a soft crack, so narrow as if the girl is between her legs. I feel pleasure and irrepressible energy. I want to fuck you, but it's not about you. I want to take possession of you, to become something more than just a man in bed, I want to ... Yes! So, honey, what are you doing? No, wait, let me catch my breath. Sex with you asks for reflection. Now, darling, now. I'll get together ... Stop, wait!

You build up the pace, you knock out my thoughts, you do everything for me. Do not! I take myself in hand and put my nose in the pillow. You take it for granted, without demanding anything in return. Yes, honey, yes, come on, now! What are you doing? What? You yourself find your pleasure, delivering the same to me. Squeezed everything to the end. You suck deeply for the last time, and you yourself shudder beneath me. Once again. Quiet, quiet, dear. Yours, here I am, take it. Quiet, blissfully drawn out.

I flopped next. You curled up at my side. And I finally fell asleep. Calm and serene.

In the morning you stretched, felt, whether I was sleeping or not, and casually asked: “At night did you call me in marriage again? Or did I dream it? Look, you call for the third time, I agree. Not afraid?"

And I answered - yes, I called, but I'm afraid!

Lei. Perception

We met a year ago. Of course, in the internet. Where else do everyone meet now? He was a little younger, but he was not embarrassed by this, all the more so. In the first minute I didn’t like him terribly externally, but I don’t have the habit of pushing men away just because they don’t meet the standards of beauty. Yes, and I evaluate myself adequately - certainly not beautiful. When communicating, he was interesting, original, extraordinary. I wanted to stay with him.

The same thing almost word for word he will tell me about me, when in moments of special intimacy we remembered our acquaintance. “In the first minute, you terribly did not like me outwardly ... But you want to communicate with you, you are alive!”

Our novel developed rapidly. Actually, on the first evening after a friendly gathering in a cafe with a bottle of good wine, we were alone in his bachelor lair. Usually these options end before they start. But here, contrary to traditions, everything has just begun.

From Monday to Thursday I worked and lived at home, from Friday to Monday I lived with him. Slowly, very slowly, his house began to replenish with my things. At first he protested. But the toothbrush still issued! Although on the first evening I myself presented me with a personalized tea mug, which I prudently left him with.

Again, I can not do for three days without slippers. Then came a traveling cosmetic bag, facial wash, and hair balm. Home dress, because your silk Chinese dressing gown is a bit too big for me, to say the least. Well, can not a woman without it! My last victory was the curlers. You do not have a hair dryer, my dear, but I have to come to work with a full parade. The arguments were iron, and gradually he got used to how systematically I mastered his personal space.

Each meeting was for me the discovery of something new. How many films, it turns out, I missed, how many books I haven’t read yet, how many stories I didn’t know before, how many songs I hadn’t heard at all. Every time he found something new for me, bringing me back to life after several years of stagnation. I’m not talking about the peace of mind that rolled at me in his lair. I immediately dubbed her a refuge. There I could be by myself, so the problems disappeared, the problems disappeared. The outside world seemed to cease to exist. I had a rest soul.

We rarely chose the society. But sometimes his acquaintances, who were many, looked at us at the light. More often girls. I looked at them as an object of study, and then alone expressed my opinion.He listened, I liked that about him. To someone jealous, frantically, frantically, but did not file the form. Only once, without restraining the insult and emotions, defiantly threw a tantrum. Silent such, nezlobnoy. Probably to regret. He did not regret, but he understood more than I expected. It was because of her that he once pulled me out in the middle of the night and asked me to come. Reinforced concrete arguments - she again quarreled with her husband, sleep on my couch, I am busy in the morning, I trust you, but she doesn’t, so come and see her tomorrow.

He introduced me to his friends. This is for him a true feat. And once in a telephone conversation with his mother, he mentioned that I was visiting him. I could not stand it, I asked: “It seemed to me, or did you tell mom about me?” He answered reluctantly, but sincerely, yes.

Problems began in the New Year holidays. The decision to hold them together seemed to be mutual ... or I forced this decision to be made. I wanted very much. Did not work. Although still were together. But not the way I would like.

Your quirks knocked the brain, you, me, the whole world. You plunged into them more and more, moving away from me. Your psychos for no reason, a couple of times offended for nothing. Of course, he called later, forgave, as always.

That evening you called me in marriage again. The first time I said - no. And now you again whispered sweet words to my back, thinking that I was sleeping. I did not sleep, I cried, having buried my nose in the back of the sofa, and was very afraid to show myself, to scare your fragile and inconstant feelings. Strongly wanted to take, come in, fuck. Raised her ass, settling somewhere in the lower abdomen, opened as best she could. Heard! Already inside. Yes!

I poked my nose into the pillow, and I realized that I swam. No, not a man makes a woman, a woman makes a man. I grabbed your cock with all the muscles, tight, secure. Yes, honey, yes, mine. Lifting my ass a little bit, moving a little bit, I sucked it all out. Yes Dear! Pressing the base, went up, then returned to the base. He moved according to my script. He got to the stop, and I pushed him again. I owned it. I enjoyed it. I set the pace. You already hissed in the ear - yes, please, yes, come on. But I let go again and again. Swallowing again, not allowing to relax. And only when she felt the full tension, she let her spill out. Yes! It was my victory.

I was trembling all over your weight. I was shaken a couple of times. I caught my buzz, which is rarely caught. You respect and uvazhuha, you endured.

But I will not marry you! I don't need your psychos. I want great sex with you, not sleepless nights. And tears for no reason. Even for the sake of great sex.

I'm not yours, you're not mine. That says it all. Even though I love you!

I do not know what awaits us tomorrow. Maybe I will come last time to collect my few such things and return your book. And maybe stay forever.

Diana Tim Taris