The night I got lucky, very, very lucky!
This all happened a few years ago. I was in a small town I hadn’t heard of before. There on business, just another stop in my busy life, bouncing from place to place, never long enough to really meet or get to know anyone. Just a string of one-night stands. I went to a local bar to have a couple of drinks before settling in for the night back at my hotel—no other plans or expectations. I was sipping my drink at the bar when I heard the sound of a kiss, then a hard slap. I glanced to my left and saw a man standing, holding his hand to the side of his face, smiling and laughing. I heard him say, “Oh, you’re a feisty one, I like that.“ I could tell he was drunk, with a cruel gleam in his eyes.
As I watched, he reached out, grabbed her again, and was moving in for another kiss. The woman he was accosting was trying to stop him and telling him to stop. He wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer. On instinct, I stood, turning off my barstool; my hand was already clenched into iron-hard malice. I was one barstool away, but I made a long step and completed my turn. My arm swung around and made contact. I’m not sure why I bothered, but at the last minute, I held back about half of my strength so I didn’t break his damn jaw when I hit him, but I still landed a solid blow against his chin.
The impact sent him reeling. He grabbed his chin; his eyes were as big as saucers. The surprised look on his face turned to anger as he looked at me. Before he could open his mouth and say something stupid, I just glared at him and said sternly, “The lady said no, now back off unless you want more.”
He stumbled back two steps. You could see the mental gymnastics he was going through in his head, trying to decide whether it’s worth it or not. He looked me up and down and noticed my hand still coiled, ready for another round. He tried to brush it off and laughed. “Bitch, you’re not even worth it anyway,” and turns and walks away.
I looked at the woman for the first time. “Are you OK?”
She had a look of shock on her face. She was still recoiled from where he was leaning in on her, holding onto the bar so she would not fall off her stool. She didn’t say a word, so I just turned back to my barstool and sat down. I wasn’t there for a thank you. I wasn’t there to pick her up. I couldn’t stand seeing someone bully someone else. I quietly went back to my drink.
A few minutes later, she tapped me on the shoulder, so I turned and looked up. That’s when I noticed. She was the most incredible woman in that bar, maybe the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. Long, silky, Auburn hair down to the middle of her back. Stunning face, cute, and round, not a lot of makeup, just enough to make her stand out. Her body was the same way, shapely, adorable, but not in a supermodel way. She had nice, firm breasts and a cute butt. She was wearing a short red mini-dress and black stiletto heels that made her look taller than she really was. I was surprised by how much I took in in those few seconds. I looked at her face again. She was absolutely mesmerizing, and I couldn’t look away.
She had the most captivating smile and softly said, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I could have handled him. Not the first time some idiot drunk got handsy with me. But, I appreciate you stepping in.”
I tried to be cool and said, “It was nothing. I didn’t like the way he was treating you. I’m not the kind of person to ignore something like that.”
She sat down on the barstool next to me. “Is it OK if I join you? I want to buy you another drink to thank you for your help.”
I looked at mine, and it was still half full. But I went ahead and said, “Sure, as long as you have one with me.”
She asked the bartender to bring us another round. For the next hour or so, we just sat there and talked. She introduced herself, but I wouldn’t remember her name. I was still too busy trying to get over how attractive she was. She asked me simple small-talk questions, like where I worked, how I liked it, and the big one: was I married? I just sat there and answered her questions.
When she asked that last one, I just smiled and said, “No, never, have always been too busy. I’ve been accused of being a workaholic, plus I travel a lot and don’t have time even to date that much.”
We continued the small talk, just chatting away. I didn’t realize it, but we must’ve talked longer than I thought because all of a sudden I heard the bartender call ‘last call’. I looked up, and the place was practically empty. I had been so enthralled chatting with this mysterious, sensual woman. It felt so natural to sit there with her. Found myself drawn to her; I never felt that way with women I met in these bars. But this one was different, I felt like I’d always known her. But why?
I looked down the end of the bar, and there was that guy still glaring at us. He reached up and grabbed his chin; hopefully, it was still aching. Then, he turned away. He and his friends headed out the back door. I knew it wasn’t safe to leave her alone with them lurking around. I finished my drink, looked at her, and asked, “Can I walk you to your car? I don’t think you should be alone right now. That fool might be waiting outside with his buddies,”
She smiled, reached out to touch my face gently, and said, “Yes, thank you, that’ll be nice.”
Her touch was soft and warm, sending a chill down my back. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. At that point, I didn’t know why she was affecting me like that. I brushed it off on my drinks and put it out of my mind. After all, I was only walking her out to her car. We both got up and headed out through the front door. We stepped outside; the air had grown cooler, and I saw her shiver. I hadn’t put my jacket on yet, so I wrapped it over her shoulders. She pulled my coat tighter and cuddled into it. She was so adorable.
“Thank you,” she cooed.
I looked around. The parking lot was nearly empty, and I instantly knew which car was hers, a little pink Mercedes convertible sitting over by itself, but I still asked her which one was hers. She smiles, takes out her key fob, and pushes the button.
“That one,” she teased with that beaming, bright smile.
As the car chirped and the lights came on, I walked my mysterious stranger over to her car and opened her door for her. She handed my jacket back to me and sat down. Before she closed the door, she smiled and looked back up at me. I found myself thinking that I still couldn’t get over her captivating smile. And the fact that this is one incredible woman.
She asked, “Can you please follow me home? I’m afraid he might follow. I still don’t wanna be alone. I don’t feel safe yet.” She had an air of innocence about her.
I looked around the parking lot. There was another car sitting across on the other side, lights on and running, but I doubted it was him; he wouldn’t be that stupid. But still I looked at her and said, “Sure, why not. I don’t have to rush back to the hotel. Be glad to.” I tried sounding casual.
I walked over to my car, got in, then pulled up next to hers. She smiled and pulled out. I pulled out behind her. It was a short drive, 10 minutes, maybe a little more. We turned into a really nice neighborhood: big houses, tree-lined streets. A few minutes later, we pulled into this beautiful drive, gated with a stone fence all the way around. She must’ve pushed a button because the gate started swinging open slowly.
As we pulled through, I looked back in my mirror, and the gate was closing behind us. The sight of it closing sent another chill down my back. A brief thought flashed through my mind, ‘Why am I so nervous?’ The drive made a half turn a little way up, and there was this beautiful house, huge, had to be 2 1/2 stories, with tall, white pillars in the front.
She pulled up in front of the house, stopped, got out of her car, and walked back to mine. Again with that beautiful, captivating smile of hers. What was it about her smile? Why did it affect me like that every time she looked at me? I rolled down my window and started to say something, but before I could, she put her hand on my door and said, “Don’t know about you, but I’m wide awake, and I still would rather not be alone. Would you please come inside and have a nightcap with me?”
In a flash, a voice flew through my head: ‘Sure, why not? Maybe this is your night to get lucky. She is a gorgeous woman, and nobody is waiting for you at the hotel. You hadn’t been with the woman in quite a while. You’ve been so busy’, so I smiled and said, “Sure, I’d love to, thank you.”
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled even bigger. “Thank you. Let me put my car away, and I’ll meet you at the door.”
She turned back to her car, got in, and disappeared around the corner. I assumed she went to put her car in the garage. I turned mine off, got out, and slowly walked up to the door and waited for her. She didn’t take long. I heard a click, and the door started to swing open, and there she was. She opened the door and said, “Come in. Follow me.“
The house was beautiful, huge, immaculate, and almost gleaming. I thought to myself, ‘She did say she wasn’t married, didn’t she?’ I wondered if she lived there all alone in that vast house, and if she had servants to help with the upkeep. I followed her inside.
We stepped into a room that I assumed was a study. Beautiful hardwood floors, dark oak built-in bookshelves on both sides. I couldn’t see what the books were, but there are a lot of them. Right in the middle of the room was a leather loveseat, with two overstuffed chairs on each side and a massive fireplace in front of them.
On the other side of the room was a little mini bar; behind it, on the bookshelves, were liquor bottles, glasses, and everything we needed for our drinks. Next to that, on the other shelves, there were some trophies and awards. I couldn’t make out what they were; there just wasn’t enough light so that I could see. I found myself wondering what she did, what the rewards were for. She led me over to the loveseat, where I sat down as she turned to go to the bar. “It was a rum andCoke, right?”
I replied, “Yep, that’s right. Thank you.”
“One more question,” she asked, “spice or light rum. “
I tried to sound relaxed and said, “It doesn’t matter, as long as the Coke is not diet.”
She came back in a minute or two, placed my drink on top of a coaster in front of me, and her drink next to mine, then sat next to me. We talked some more about nothing. I resisted the urge to ask her questions about the house and whether she lived there alone. None of that is actually essential, and none of my business. The only important thing was whether this beautiful, mysterious woman was really sitting next to me. She had picked up a remote control, and the fireplace came to life with a lovely fire. I felt the warmth from it. She slid a little bit closer, leaned in, and whispered in my ear.
“I feel like I still owe you. You really didn’t have to do that tonight. That horrible man was obviously bigger than you, but you still stood up and helped me. I’m trying to figure out how to thank you.“ There was a mesmerizing tone in her voice.
She kissed me on the cheek and slid her hand along my leg. Her hair was soft, her scent intoxicating. All I knew was that I wanted more, but I forced myself to stay in control, not make the first move. I didn’t want to be a jerk like that guy had been; I let her take the lead and waited to see where things went. I thought that if we ended up in bed, great; if not, that would have been OK. I realized I still hadn’t asked her name; had she told me earlier? I couldn’t remember. I really didn’t know anything about her. We sat there and talked a little bit more. I was so captivated by her beauty.
As we were finishing our drinks, her hand was still on my leg. Her scent was incredible, whatever she was wearing. It was an exotic, enchanting fragrance. I wondered how the rest of her smelled, how she tasted, how she felt. I was glad that the room was on the dark side and not bright; otherwise, she probably would’ve seen the bulge in my pants. I couldn’t have hidden it if I tried. It definitely stood out. I was hoping she wasn’t paying attention. At least I thought she wasn’t, but all of a sudden I felt her hand. I had forgotten it was still on my leg. She slid over and rubbed her hand across my cock, my hard cock, and leaned back in to whisper in my ear again;
“Don’t you think it would be a shame to waste this. Why don’t we take this upstairs?” her voice purred in my head as she squeezed my cock tenderly. That strange feeling, that chill ran through me again, but I pushed it aside again and still tried to blame it on the drinks.
She stood up with her hand out for mine. I didn’t say a word; actually, I couldn’t. I took her hand as I stood up. We didn’t say another word as I followed her upstairs. We walked into this large, beautiful bedroom. Again, she turned the light on. They were on, but dim; just enough so we could still see. She led me over to the bed and kissed me again. This kiss wasn’t on my cheek. She placed it straight on my lips; it was soft, warm, and gentle. She had her hands on the sides of my face when she was done. She leaned back, again, with that intoxicating smile that I couldn’t get enough of. I didn’t know what it was about that smile, but it was melting me on the inside, but not on the outside; that was harder than ever.
“I’m gonna go change. I’m sure you know where this is headed, so why don’t you get undressed, then get in bed, and wait for me? I’ll be back in just a minute. “
She turned and walked out of the room. I guess into a bathroom or a changing room; I didn’t know or care. She didn’t have to ask me twice; I was out of those clothes as soon as she left the room. I laid them over a chair and slid into the bed. It was a huge king-size bed, with fresh, soft, satin sheets, a thick, warm comforter, and way more pillows than needed. I wasn’t gonna throw them on the floor so I just pushed them up, leaned against them, and waited.
My cock was rock hard from the excitement and anticipation. At that time, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Never thought I’d pick up a stunning woman like that, I never planned on it, and hadn’t been looking for it either; it just happened. I guess good deeds do pay off after all.
A few minutes later, she walked back into the room, and my heart skipped a beat. I thought she was gorgeous when she was dressed. She was standing there in this thin silk robe, and nothing else, her long beautiful legs, astonishing body, breasts just the right size, not real big, but firm, nipples sticking out straight at me. I looked down, and saw that she was shaved; her pussy was naked, soft, and inviting. I couldn’t wait to be between her legs.
She approached the bed, slipped out of her robe, and into the bed next to me, snuggled up close. She was warm, soft, and her breasts felt so good pressed against my body. She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me again, this time it was hot and passionate, our tongues were fighting each other. She didn’t rush, but took her time. If I hadn’t been hard already, I certainly would have been then. One hand slid down my body and straight to my cock. She grabbed hold of me, stroked it a few times without saying a word.
Then she got up and straddled me. Rested my cock between the lips of her wet pussy. We still hadn’t spoken at all since we’ve been in bed, and there she was rubbing her pussy on my hard cock, just skimming back and forth. Sitting on me, her eyes closed, both her hands on my chest, Her beauty hit me, overwhelming me again. She leaned forward, her breast resting on my chest. They felt warm, soft, and incredible against my skin.
She finally spoke and asked me, her voice just above a whisper, “What are you waiting for? Slide that beautiful penis of yours inside me. I want to know how you feel inside my cunt.”
Again, she didn’t have to ask twice. She had her legs up against me on both sides. I reached down around her leg and lifted my cock up enough to find that special spot where I needed to be. my cock slide between her lips, and I felt for the opening I was craving. I stopped when I hit the right spot. As soon as I did, she pushed back and slid me inside her.
I’ll be honest with you, it took all that I had to stay in control, as soon as my cock slid inside that hot, warm, wet, inviting pussy of hers, I wanted to cum instantly. I came so close to losing it. That’s how excited and wound up I was, how intoxicating she was. I’ve never had a woman who excited me that much. I still didn’t know why yet. I thought that maybe it was the way she took me in, the way she looked at me, that sensual smile. I was lost, fighting not to cum. She didn’t move, just held me inside her warm pussy. I think she knew better than to stroke my cock for a few minutes.
She kissed me again, hard and wet, letting me calm down as she ran her hands along my arms and shoulders, helping me to relax. When she was done with the kiss, she raised a little bit, smiled that enchanting smile again, oh, that smile melted into my mind, into my soul. I thought her face would be burned into my mind forever, exquisite long hair draped down, brushing up against me. She was saying something, but I didn’t even realize it. I suddenly snapped out of it. ‘I needed to pay attention, ’ I thought to myself, and I caught up. She was telling me to take my time; we had all night. Her help was out for the night and wouldn’t be back until the morning. We were completely alone.
She snuggled up against my neck, kissing me. My breathing was finally slowing down, getting back to normal. My brain was starting to reboot again. I was lost there for a while, lost in the lust and craving of this ravishing woman sitting on top of me. I snapped out of it and thought to myself, ‘what I’m I doing? I’m a better lover than this?’ That gorgeous woman deserved more. She deserved to be treated better, deserved to be loved, and to be made love to passionately.
I had finally snapped out of my daze. I reached up and held her, letting her know that I was with her again, and I was ready. She responded immediately. Her hip started sliding back and grinding on me again, up and down my cock, and it felt so wonderful. I grabbed her and pulled her closer, then rolled her over.
The two of us rolled over together, so that I was on top. It was time for me to take over, to love this woman the way she deserved to be treated. She didn’t resist; she held on tightly as She had rolled with me, then kissed me again when I got on top, and then pushed me back. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, so her pussy was tight against me, and I started slowly at first, gently, moving my cock full length in and out of her, using her pussy to stroke my shaft. She felt so good.
Her body was so warm and soft, and her cunt was hot and wet. It was a magnificent, incredible night. I thought I was so unbelievably lucky at the time. I was starting to get close again, but I wasn’t ready for this to finish. I needed more. I didn’t think she’d had cummed yet, and I wasn’t going to let this woman down, not this captivating, exotic minx; she deserved all my attention, everything.
I slid back to pull out of her. At first, she wrapped her legs around me, trying to stop me, but I pushed her legs apart. I slid down further, she relaxed when she realized what I was doing. I continued to slide down until my face was right above her pussy. Her sex smelled incredible, alluring. I knew I had to have it and lowered my face between her legs and my tongue between her lips until I found her clit. I settled in. I teased it at first, just a few flicks of my tongue across it. I felt her hips jump a little bit as I may contact, a little moan came out of her. I knew she was enjoying it.
I worked my hand up and touched her. I didn’t put it in yet, but she arched her back, wanting me to. I went back to concentrate on her clit again, this time a little more forceful, a little harder, and she groaned a little louder. I sucked her clit into my mouth; her taste is so good, so sweet. I couldn’t get enough of that vagina. I wasn’t gonna stop until I tasted her cum. I continued to lick and suck on her, trying to see how far I could get her, as I slowly pushed my fingers inside her. She tightened up around me as my fingers slid in. I moved my fingers around inside her paradise, trying to find that spot that I knew all women had, that one that would definitely drive her over the edge when I touched it, as I continued to ravage her little girly-penis, giving it all the attention it deserved.
She was breathing harder; her moans were louder. Her nails were digging into my shoulders. She was close, really close. Her pussy was starting to throb. She let out a muffled scream, not real loud, but enough. I knew that she’d cum and cum hard. Her whole body tightened up, and she held her breath for a second as the orgasm passed through her, hard and fast. When it finally passed, she pulled me up; I made the trip back up her. That time, I stopped at her breast
I hadn’t had a chance to pay attention to them yet; they were so inviting. I had to spend a minute there to lick her nipples, making her jump again, gently sucked on them one at a time. Her body tasted as sweet as the rest of her. We were both sweaty by this point. She let me do this for a few minutes and then pulled on me again.
We were face-to-face again, and she said, “It’s your turn, now get back inside me and this time fuck me hard and don’t stop until you come.”
She pulled me down and kissed me again, this time burying her tongue in my mouth. This was different. It was hungry, greedy, hot & passionate. That kiss said I need you. I want you. I slid my cock back inside her, tilted her hips to give me a good entrance. After her legs were around me again, she pulled me in tight. Held me there to make sure I couldn’t leave again, I didn’t disappoint.
I slid back and forth a couple of times, slowly, to make sure I was in the right place. It was seductive, and then I let loose and at first stroke, when I hit hard, slapping my balls against her, her legs and arms tightened up around me again and she moaned out loud. I heard her call out.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want, harder, keep going. Don’t stop, this feels so good. Fuck me like I’m your little whore.”
She moaned, louder, harder. I could hear her passion building, so was mine. My lust was taking over. I pounded her harder and harder, driving my cock as deep as I could with each stroke. I couldn’t get enough of her; my self-control had left me, now I was all business. I wasn’t trying to cum anymore; I was trying to please her, that stunning, erotic woman. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more and more of her. She felt so good, so hot, so intoxicating.
I knew I had to be dreaming. It couldn’t have been real. She was getting louder. She came again. I felt her tighten up and shake as she screamed, “Yes, yes, push that into me. Fuck me hard, please, it feels so good. Keep going.”
I didn’t disappoint. I continued my rhythm as her orgasm flooded her body. I didn’t slow down. Didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I just kept going. I kept this up, enjoying this mysterious, exotic woman, with her wrapped around my cock. I was holding her close to me as I pounded into her. She came again, even harder this time, as she let out another scream and tightened her hold on me, stopping me with her legs, holding me tighter inside her, her arms holding me close, trembling. I could feel her orgasm rush through her body. Every part of her shook. When it finally peaked, she relaxed a little bit, but continued to tremble as the last of it passed.
When she finally could control her breathing, she said to me, “I told you it was your turn. So now let me repay you.”
She pushed me off and onto my back. She got back up again, stretched my legs apart, and crawled between them. She grabbed my cock, wrapping her hands around it, and then slid me into her mouth. Her mouth was hot, her tongue slid along my shaft, from the tip to the base, her hands cupping my balls. She was gentle and stroked my shaft while she sucked on me. She looked up at me and saw me getting close.
She stopped for a second, smiled, and asked seductively, “You want to cum in my mouth or my pussy? It is your choice; I’d love either one. I want to return what you gave me.”
There was that smile again—that soul-burning, heart-wrenching, seductive smile. I thought for a second that she had already cum several times, really hard orgasms, so intense that they raced through her body right to the core. She had her time; this was for me to get mine.
I looked at her, grinned, and said, “I wanna see you swallow every bit of my cum, and don’t waste a drop of it. “
She smiled, went back to my cock, put it back in her mouth, and this time she was sucking hard; her hand tightened around my shaft. Her rhythm got stronger, faster; she wanted it as much as I did. She was ready for it. She wasn’t letting up this time until I exploded in her mouth. I was going to give her what she wanted, she continued stroking my cock, sucking my head, as if she was begging me to cum. I felt it building in me. My balls were getting tight. I resisted the urge to fuck her face. I just wanted to lie there and let her do the work.
She was enjoying it, and she was good at it. Really good at it. I wasn’t that into getting a Blow job. Something I could usually take or leave, but she was different. Something about the way her tongue slid around the edge of my cock, the way she teased me, the way her mouth engulfed my cock. The way she was sucking on me was fantastic. I’ve never had a woman treat my cock this way. She knew exactly what she was doing and what I wanted. A few more strokes and I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t control it. Couldn’t stop it. I had to let it go. I had to cum, and cum hard.
I grabbed her with both of my hands, and I said, between gulps of air, “I’m cummimg.”
I took in a deep breath. My hips tightened, my whole body shook as I released my load into her mouth. She devoured hungrily. She tried her best to swallow every bit of it, but I was coming hard, fast, and heavy. She got most of it, but some leaked out and ran down my cock and my groin. I felt it running down between my legs and on my ass, hot and sticky. It felt great. She was still sucking, trying to get the last of it out of me, holding onto me.
My face started to relax, and my cock stopped throbbing. She looked at me, smiled, her lips wet with a little bit of cum on the edge of her mouth, running down her chin. She ran her tongue around her lips, trying to get all of it. She licked my cock again, softly, then looked up at me.
“Thank you,” she said in a soft, yet sincere voice, “You tasted wonderful, and thank you for tonight. Tell me, did you take pleasure in me? You definitely pleased me. Most men don’t; most men are a disappointment, but not you. You’re an amazing lover. I’m so glad we met tonight. I needed that. I haven’t had a good fucking for a long time. There are so many pitiful men out there. They don’t know how to care for a woman right, but you do. You rest for a minute. Catch your breath.” Her voice was different, and her accent sounded strange. That chill down my back had returned.
With that, she was gone. I do mean, gone, I didn’t see her leave, didn’t even feel her get up? She was just gone! I looked around the room. It was darker somehow. I was still breathing hard, my heart beating fast. I was trying to regain my composure. Still overcome from the explosion of the orgasm that I just had. I needed to clear my mind, to focus. I thought to myself, ‘I did have one, right?’ Yes, it had been real. My cock was still dripping cum, still wet, and I could still smell her sex. I still felt her warmth, but the house was quiet. There wasn’t a sound, absolutely no noise at all. All there was were her last words haunting my mind.
Nothing else, and suddenly I was cold, a chill in the air. I can’t say I was scared, but I definitely became uneasy. Something was off, something wasn’t right. I pushed myself up on the pillows, sat up a little bit taller, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Where had the lights gone? My brain woke back up again, came out of lust mode, and went straight into fight or flight. Something was definitely wrong. I looked around the room. It wasn’t the same room I came into; it was different. It was older, colder, seemed dusty, and seemed empty.
I was wondering what had happened? Had I been transported to someplace else? No, not at all possible. Same bed, same size, but the sheets were different. They felt stiff and old. I knew I needed to get out of there. I knew I needed to leave, and I needed to leave immediately. I didn’t try to find a bathroom or anything. I just grabbed my clothes and threw them on, just my pants, my jacket, and shoes, everything else I wrapped up in a ball and held it tightly. I had looked back at the bed one more time and realized it was stained. No, it wasn’t cum and sweat, that looked like, like dry blood and a lot of it.
I was starting to panic and talking to myself, and I don’t know where the thought came from. I had no clue, but I knew it was real and that I was right. I knew I had just escaped with my life. Ever since I had met her, I had been in a trance. Meet who? I knew I had just had fantastic sex with her, but I couldn’t remember her, couldn’t picture her, and never caught her name. I realized that if I hadn’t given her what she wanted, she would’ve taken it, all of it.
I started doubting my reality, even my sanity. But that house around me had been real. The floor, the walls. The rancid smell, the heavy, metallic taste that suddenly filled my mouth. Then I heard it. I heard a voice from deep in my mind, faint, but it was there. It was pleading, begging. The urgency was undeniable. It wanted, no, insisted on one thing. I must leave, no, must escape, yes, that was the feeling. I was in danger and had to get out, fast.
Then suddenly I knew why I was alone, I didn’t know why or how I knew it, I just knew it. I knew why she was so beautiful, why she was so captivating, why she drew me in so deeply, so quickly. I never thought it was true. I never thought they really existed. I always thought it was a lie, a fantasy. Something made up to scare little kids in the middle of the night, a nightmare from the movies, but I suddenly realize that I had just managed to get out of the grips of a higher vampire.
I was desperate to get out, and I rushed out of the house. Could feel I was being watched as I ran, literally ran, out of that house. Jumped into my car, locked the doors, and started it up. The house, once bright and alive, was now dark and overgrown. The lawn was unkept, with weeds were everywhere. I put it in gear and push the pedal down. I was getting out of there as fast as I could. I knew I wanted to live, and I wasn’t taking any chances. I turned the corner on the driveway toward the gate again and looked one last time in my rearview mirror, and there she was, standing on the steps, glowing, radiant.
I didn’t understand how I could see her from that distance. But I could, I could see every detail of her clearly. I could see that smile, the look in those dark, mysterious eyes. Then I saw them, the most chilling sight, her fangs. Two beautiful, white, sharp fangs protrude from her mouth. She was standing there, completely naked, smiling at me, as if to say ‘We’ll meet again’. I look back at where I was driving and drove out past the broken gate. Never looked back, and never went back to where I met her.
I finished my business in that town and got out.
I’ll never forget that night, but because of it, I will always remember to take care of the women I meet. To treat them the way they deserve to be treated. Never take them for granted, never use them just for sex. Always make sure to give them what they need. Make sure I put them first.
I’ll never know where or when I might cross paths with someone like her again. I’m not going to take the chance of disappointing one if I do. I survived that time, but I may not the next time.
