It's Love at first Bite!
I was nattering to Doris on Skype, as we do most days, and asked her what she wanted me to write about in this blog post for The Vampire's Breakfast.
There was a silence…very unusual…
Then a smiley face and a giggle emoticon…
So I did the er??
She did the rolling on the floor one…
And said… Where did you get the idea from.
Easy Doris…from you.
Okay that's a bit simplistic, but it was one of our what shall we write next chats. The sort where we go on about which character is shouting loudest and are we going to listen. Then who ever hadn't made that statement does the ROTFLMAO emoticon and says, "don't be daft you know you've no option."
My response this time was "But it's vampires."
Me…"I don't do vampires, they scare me. And this is Regency vampires." (Yes, I confess I whined. I am a wimp. Don't ever expect me to watch anything remotely scary.)
Doris…"Ha, ha. You do now, so stop mumping, just get on with it."
I did as my muse, and Doris told me. Listened to those voices in my head, gulped and gritted my teeth more than once, and found out just what The Vampire's Breakfast was.
And, yes, okay, I enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. My vampires were fun to write about. I was fairly sure they weren't interested in me for their breakfast, but I kept the garlic and stuff handy, just in case. Being Regency vampires, I expect some of their ideas weren't all that orthodox, (if indeed vampire rules and regulations are in any way such) but as I didn't know—still don't—I was able to write what they told me.
The short flirt, The Vampire's Breakfast is the result. They like it, I like it, so I hope you like it as well.
The vampire's breakfast was well overdue. There was just one thing to discover. Who was the vampire and who was the victim?
When Dorissa and Rafe got together, sparks flew and sex was always on the menu. This time though it went deeper. And became a game of dominance and a race to win.
Dorissa knew her life depended on Rafe—he didn't. Could she show him how?
Rafe wanted Dorissa in every manner possible, except perhaps in the only way she could live. Would he agree to her terms?
In this game of life, could there be two winners, or would they both lose?
As dawn approached one of them knew that once the sun rose, nothing would be the same again.
And a wee teasy, hope it makes you all tingly bit…
His hand met the cool flesh of her arse once more and soon warmed it as he spanked each soft globe in quick succession. He was strong and able and judged each blow so well that the intensity increased at a steady pace. Dorissa lost count of how often the blows landed, as the pleasure built inside her and she floated.
"You do not come." He stopped suddenly and also pulled his fingers out of her.
Dorissa gasped. "Fiend." It was the coldest, loneliest feeling ever. She vaguely heard water poured and hazily understood he was cleaning his hands.
"As you say. Now how lucky the chef added cream to our basket. Silly though it may look, I've covered my pego with it, to make it easier to enter you. I'm going to fuck your arse with my cock and fill that dark, tight channel with my seed and juices. You're not going to come until I say so, Dorissa, because if you do, I'll bring you to the edge and keep you there for hours."
She whimpered; he laughed.
"Yes, love. I know it would be hell for you. Therefore, you know the answer. What is the answer, love?"
"'Oh Lord' is not the right answer, love."
He bit her arse and she jumped. It was much too soon.
"Don't come... Argh, yes, oh yes."
The rounded head of his cock pressed smoothly into her arse and tested the tightness of the ring of muscles that guarded the entrance. She tried to relax, but it was oh so hard when Rafe knew exactly how to make her jittery, shivery, and ready to come. However, Dorissa knew he never spoke in jest about keeping her dangling. He had that act down to a fine art. Tonight wasn't the time for it. She needed to come.
In her precarious position, she could do nothing to aid or increase the speed in which he filled her. Rafe could judge to within a nicety how to move inside her and give her the most pleasure, and as ever he did so. His pego filled her arse slowly as he breached the muscles and then smoothly pushed until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
"Are you still pinching those delicious nipples hard, Dorissa? As hard as you know I would? I hope so. "The words were soft but held a note of domination in them.
She increased the pressure of her fingers on herself.
Rafe pulled back until he almost left her arse, and then thrust hard and deep. She moaned because the pleasure and pain were exactly what she needed. Her body was on fire with her skin covered in the soft sheen of arousal that Rafe always brought to her, and her channel muscles were tight. The pulse between her cunt and arse throbbed, and she accepted she needed to gain her release—sooner rather than later.
His soft laugh held the knowledge of how excited she was. "Oh yes, you like that, don't you? And this."
The crack of a riding crop as it hit her soft globes made her jerk and scream. Where he'd gotten the crop from she neither knew nor cared. Every fiber of her waited for the next sweet blow.
It came, and she arched upward to absorb it all the more.
"No, stay still." Several more blows followed, each one harder than before. With his cock full inside her and the stings and thuds of the crop as he varied his strokes, Dorissa knew she wouldn't last long. Her juices coated her mound and thighs, and her cunt channel spasmed rhythmically with each strike.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll see stars," Rafe said. His voice was uneven, and she felt his breath on her in irregular pants. "Then you'll soar."
He leaned over her and nipped her back. The pressure of him on her smarting arse was almost unbearable. Almost. When he lifted himself and began to fuck her arse in hard harsh thrusts, she missed the contact.
Rafe started to shudder. "Come now." He put one hand under her and delivered four harsh slaps to her cunt, which he followed by a pinch to her nub.
She did see stars and then fell over the edge into a deep and fast climax, which went on and on. Dimly, she felt Rafe still plunging into her arse as he spilled his seed into her secret place. The one they both enjoyed him using. Slowly she shuddered and waited for his next order. She needed to slump, to take deep, heaving gulps of air, and to let her muscles relax. But she couldn't and wouldn't. Not until he said so.
"Such a good girl." He kissed her back. "Breathe evenly now and let me free."
The Vampire's Breakfast is available from
(By the time you read this it hopefully will be on Are and Amazon as well.)
You probably know this bit, so feel free to ignore it…
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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