Masturbation Monday, An Amuse Bouche of Vampire Porn & Two Fic-Recs to Warm You Up

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Hello, My Beauties!

It’s Masturbation Monday and the week before Halloween.  There is a chill in the air and the days are getting shorter. It’s a perfect time for an amuse bouche of Vampire smut. The prompt for this week’s Masturbation Monday was a haunting photograph of a nude woman with dark, spider-like veins etched across her skin. It’s beautiful and stark, something that inspired thoughts of blood and change, aging and history. All those spell “vampire” for your dear, sweet Anne, so there you have it!

The fic-recs are for some extra warmth, like marshmallows in your hot chocolate.  These are two stories, one new and one I return to over and again, like a favorite sweater. So, enjoy!

Be Well and Be Wonderful.

Anne

Masturbation Monday is a gift from the mind of Smut Goddess Kayla Lords


Becoming

“Tell me our story,” you asked, resting your head on my bare shoulder.

Dawn was not far off. Though the world was still draped in darkness, the air was heavy with the scent of sunlight, a lemony tang mixed with the musk of fresh earth.

“Fifty years ago you found me in an all-night diner. You bought me a cup of coffee,” I said, unraveling the tale of us like a ball of string.

~*~

Your bite was sharp, a pinch of sensation too quick for the nerves to register, followed by stinging pain. Yearning, throbbing and sweet, rushed through me.

‘It’s like stepping on a clamshell,’ I thought, remembering the frequent childhood hurts, so common in the summer, I would continue to swim despite the injury. The blood in the water drew minnows into the shallows and I would watch, fascinated, as they nibbled on my toes.

“Being eaten must be my thing,” I said.

Shivering, I combed your hair back, delighting in the way the strands slid through my fingers like smoke. Nestling between my legs, you laid your head on my thigh, and sighed, contented.

Your fond smile revealed needle-sharp teeth, “Happy to oblige.”

The flesh around your bite turned cold and white.

“I’ve always been pale; didn’t think it would make that much of a difference.” Dark veins threaded out from the two small puncture wounds, like rivers of ink flowing beneath my skin.

“Your body is being reborn, love. For me. Forever.”

“Do all vampires talk like a trashy romance novel?” I joked, enjoying the juxtaposition of amused exasperation and desire in the twist of your mouth.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not funny you know.”

“I think I’m hilarious.”

You growled, a joyous, wild sound like the rumble of wolves at play, and nipped at my hip. You were my ancient creature with lifetimes of wisdom shining in your eyes. The youthful curve of your cheek and your plush lips, tempting and ripe as a plum, didn’t fool me. I knew you had spent centuries searching for me the first time we met.

Slender and graceful, your self-possessed confidence drew me to you. Your passion for loving convinced me to stay, to beg for immortality. As much as I teased you about your romanticism, I wanted to be yours until the world crumbled to dust.

I spread my legs wider, unashamed of the wetness of my sex. Two cool fingers parted the lips of my cunt. The tip of your tongue darted over my clit, like a snake tasting the air. The tender skin of my pussy dripped like blooms of oleander after a summer rain.

“I’m freezing,” I said, my teeth chattering. The trembling increased to shaking as my human life faded. Coal-black lines spread over my stomach and the swell of my breasts. 

You prowled up the length of my body until our faces were inches apart. Your lips shined with my slick and I ached to taste myself. “It’s the change. Once it’s over you won’t feel the cold. I want to make love to you, warm you as you transform.” 

“Please,” I said, my heart skittering in an erratic rhythm. There was no pain, as you had promised. Still, I craved the weight of you, wanted you hovering over me as our bodies joined together.

You guided my hand between your legs, curled my fingers around your cock while you plundered my mouth. I answered each of your touches with one of my own. Swiping my hand from the root to the ruddy head, I reveled in your hardness and craved the slip of your shaft within me.

“Fuck me.” I gasped, and you pierced me, filled me again and again until I writhed beneath you, desperate with pleasure. I arched up as you gazed down at me.

“Touch yourself.”

I did as you asked, caressing the pearl of my clit, and feeding my own quaking need. The walls of my cunt clenched around your shaft and we chased our pleasure, thirsting for release and the irrevocable change of my becoming.

~*~

“When we came together, I was home.”

“Now who sounds like a trashy romance, eh?”

I chuckled, brushing my lips against your forehead, and we listened to the birdsong that accompanied the rising sun.


Fic-Recs to Warm You Up

Offstage Performance by Sorcha Rowan on Bellesa.co.  This romp by Sorcha Rowan is a sizzling short piece. The main character is a confident woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid of seeking and finding her pleasure. Rowan gives us the thrill of public sex with a hint of voyeurism. The action takes place in an orchestra pit, how wonderful is that? Even more delightful, the author does not shy away from the puns and the fun that the two characters have together.  The writing is light and airy, with a realism to it that makes it easy to slip into either of the character’s skins for a wonderful fantasy.

I Will Be So Good (For You) by hobbitdragon on Archive of Our Own (AO3). Let’s start with a bit of a warning, there is mention of non-consensual sex in this story, but it does not take place within the story and is not between the main characters.  This is a Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) fan fiction piece that focuses on Captain America (Steve Rogers) and the Winter Soldier (James Buchannan “Bucky” Barnes).  Don’t worry if your not an MCU fan, all you need to know is covered in the story. Hobbitdragon (I never get tired of the author names on AO3) weaves together complex issues like healing from sexual trauma and kink as an agent of recovery. The result is an evocative and scorchingly hot piece of fiction.  Oh, and there’s Daddy kink thrown in for some extra yumminess.

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