Internal With a Vampire
by Anora Lane
Copyright 2012 Anora Lane
Smashwords Edition
All characters, places, and situations in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblances to real persons living, dead, or undead are entirely coincidental.
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Ashley turned off the water and shook some of the bigger drops away from her body. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed the towel and began to dry herself, starting with her slender legs. When she was finished, she patted her hair a few times then used the towel to wrap up the silky mess like a turban. Taking a few steps to the mirror, she put on her glasses and winked at her reflection.
Studying her curves as if they held the answer, she started to think about what she might wear that day. She liked to imagine her style as “the sexy librarian.” She often chose an attractive blouse and a skirt – nothing too short, but close-fitting enough to get men’s attention. She liked it when they approached her, because Ashley was quite shy. At least she was when she wasn’t in the bedroom; for all of her outward meekness, no-one would guess that Ashley held a strong fetish.
She supposed it had started when she accidentally found the porn video her dad had left in the DVD player when she was just a teenager. The images of a beautiful woman being taken by force thrilled her. As a socially awkward, late blooming high school student, she had naively wished that some boy would show sexual interest in her – but she had no idea how intense and erotic sex could be until she saw the pretty girl on the screen being pounded by a muscular, exotically tanned man. Things didn’t get any better when curiosity led her to find all of the free porn available on the internet. Before long, she had become quite the little addict, masturbating to porn daily and fantasizing that she was in the place of the actresses.
Things got better for her when she reached college and a friend helped to break her out of her shell. Boys started to give her attention, and though she was still shy about making any advances, she started to get laid. It felt good – really good, but the sex wasn’t as intense as she had imagined it would be from all of the steamy videos she had absorbed. Whatever had made the videos so exciting was missing from her real life encounters. Sure, sex felt good, but she never felt as emotionally charged as she had masturbating to hardcore porn.
Fortunately, she soon discovered the secret ingredient that was missing from her sex life. The setting was remarkably similar to how she stood now, standing in the bathroom, puzzling over which outfit to wear. She had just gotten out of the shower, and was drying her hair in the mirror. Her boyfriend at the time had wandered in and couldn’t resist her naked body. He had seduced her with a shoulder massage that became a back massage that became a butt massage. After the butt massage, she was ready to go, and he began to take her from behind. When he bent her over the sink, Ashley found herself staring into her own sex-widened eyes in the mirror. In the reflection she could see the details of both of their bodies. She could see the tightness in his hands as he squeezed her shoulders, and watch her breasts bounce and jiggle with each hard thrust he made with his hips. She could study the perspiration on his forehead, and the slackened but still sexy shape her mouth made with each moan. With the mirror, it was as if she was watching herself in her own live pornographic film.
In the present, Ashley grinned at the memory of that breakthrough occasion. Then she pouted her lips and sucked a finger, studying herself the whole time. She slid the finger slowly down her neck, between her breasts and around her navel. Her eyes followed her finger’s wandering path, and noticing that she had forgotten to dry between her legs, she settled for rubbing the moisture away instead. She felt her nipples getting hard just from the excitement of watching her fingers spread her lips as she began to masturbate.
She loved to play these little sexual games with herself in the mirror. But even more, she loved bringing men home and watching them fuck her in her bedroom, where she had many mirrors set up just for that purpose. She always carried a mirror in her purse, not for doing makeup, but just in case she hooked up away from home. The men she seduced sometimes laughed when she pulled it out, but they always found it hot how wild a mirror could make her act during sex. Taking her compact in her hand, she lowered it beneath her gyrating fingers to watch them dip into her wet pussy again and again. This was a fairly new trick for her, and it turned her on amazingly to see how her wetness rolled over her lips and around her fingers, so pink and pretty but so erotically dirty at the same time. She came quickly, nearly dripping on the compact as watery beads of her cum began to slide down her flushed thighs.
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Later that day in the evening, Ashley sat at her favorite coffee shop, reading a steamy romance novel and sipping at her latte. She had decided to wear comfortable clothing for this outing, but her snug jeans and attractive sweater still caught her some glances. So, she wasn’t so much surprised that the man approached her as she was startled to be during the middle of a particularly erotic scene when he did.
“Vampires, huh?” he said, noticing the title of her novel, Love at First Bite. “Those seem to be popular these days.”
She looked up, blushing. The novel wasn’t too trashy looking, but she tucked it away quickly beneath her purse, anyway. She studied the man who stood before her. To say he was tall, dark and handsome would be putting it mildly. His strong features and jet-black hair and eyes made him look like he had just stepped off the cover of a celebrity magazine. She giggled demurely, replying, “Guilty as charged. Umm, I read a lot of other stuff too, though. What do you have?” She nodded at the book he held loosely by his side.
Laughing warmly, he flipped it upward to show her the cover: Dracula. She smiled widely. “Ah, I see,” she said, extending a hand. “I’m Ashley.”
“Hunter,” he replied, taking her hand gently and giving it a confident shake. He held it a touch longer than necessary, but she didn’t mind. Gesturing to her cup, he asked, “Can I buy you another coffee?”
She let him, and before long they were sitting together, talking about the books they had read and other such things. She found him to be confident and charming, and something about the way he spoke made her eager to come out of her shell a bit more than usual. In an instant, it seemed, two hours passed, and the shop had to close. He made sure to trade numbers, and the next day he called her to set up a date.