Young Writers Society

There he was: sparkling like a pixie, caught in the tangles of energetic squabble, with the butterfly of my soul. His divine bod did much to fantasize me, and to allow me to fall into his hunky arms. I remembered the days in high school with him. His tenure in soccer always caught my eye, as he caressed the football. I could see his gleaming brown eyes, the sort that a hawk would die for, and his impressive set of shiny white teeth. This man was pure and raw sex, with a rather biting appeal.

He approached me, and gripped my arms. He put his tongue into my ear and bellowed,

"Take me to the hill."

"Why?"

"I want to show you a magic wonderland."

Turns out this wonderland was in his jeans, beyond the fabric of his underwear. I always wondered if a creature of the night could still possess an erection. Upon ripping off his jeans, to reveal a throbbing shaft which had been waiting a thousand years to have another chance at maximum please, my question was answered. The veins all along the rhythm stick were brown and unearthed. I feared that one slip and I too will become a creature of the night. Then again, I'd be his creature for eternal bliss.

He bared his raw, sharp teeth and went for my neck. I allowed him plenty of access to anywhere and everywhere; except for my clitoris- it was at high risk of being bitten off.

Suddenly, a pack of wolves showed up, really hairy and snarling with long, sharp teeth. However, not even their long hair could match the length of my lover's pubic hair- the most impressive bush of all. The pack of wolves fucked off.

And we were left alone, at last, to make love. He slammed into me like a bull in a china shop, my vagina being the china shop. I could feel his loins burning like a pleasure volcano; my leakage covering his mountainous rod like an avalanche on a Sunday morning in Colorado. His sexy bod had many centuries of exercise, and looked like he drank a million egg whites in a row. His fanning for flesh transferred from a want for blood to a want for my vagina.

He pulled out, and started to observe my thighs, and sunk two teeth inside. Oh shit. I had just become a vampire. Oh well, I always wanted to die during sex.