There's something to be said about becoming someone's treat.

I didn't know it at the time but he was different. Perhaps it was his huskier than normal voice, or those hypnotizing brown eyes - their center seemed to have gold in there.

Very different. Very erotic.

Our first date was a quiet one. We found a little cafe in the middle of Downtown, it was close to 10PM when we finally met and we sat there just drinking a warm Earl Grey tea, tucked into the soft leather seat. He wore a pair of jeans and a clean white shirt. Damn, but I'm a sucker for that look. She looked ravishing. Her long black silken hair falling about her neck, lips so full like fruit waiting to be tasted. Her shirt was loose fitting and comfortable and her skirt flowed as she walked. She smelled like anticipation and lust, I just needed to bide my time.

The next night we went out again. And the following week we managed to arrange another date. Each time we ended with a sweet kiss ~ and he tasted a combination of tea and unknown spices. I would go to bed with that flavor lingering in my palette. Every night I would leave I could feel her soul coming closer and closer to my own. I could hear her heart beat as I talked to her, calling me to take her for my own.

By our fourth date, I invited him to my house. When he showed up around 9PM, I couldn't help but feel my panties soak. He wore delicious cologne which lingered around the air near him, a dark shirt which made his tanned skin really look hot and a pair of dark slacks. So this is what sin looks like, I thought. By this time I could hear her thoughts as I knew the time was right to taste the fruit I have been craving for these past several days. I WAS what sin looked like, and if she only knew the truth would she turn and run, or accept the gift I was going to give her?

Tried to make him feel relaxed by having soft music playing and a few votive candles here and there within hallway. As we walked into my living room, the song that came on was a gentle little jazz beat so he placed his arms around me and we fell into a slow dance.

His tall boned body brushed alongside mine and I couldn't help but turn my face into that muscular chest. I could almost feel his rhythmic heartbeat matching the song drifting around us. His head lowered down and that full lipped mouth lightly brushed my neck. I knew this was it, I could hold back no longer. Having my lips against her skin I could feel her blood flowing under my lips. It was time to take what I wanted and see how she would handle it.

My heartbeat picked up a quick tempo when I felt him do it again, but this time his lips opened and it felt as if the gentle glide of teeth caressed my flesh. Oh my. This was new.

I'd had hickies before and men nuzzle there but for some reason it felt as if something sharp within his mouth stroked near my neck. My razor like teeth gently scraped her flesh. I wanted her to know what I am. I wish to have her not harm her.

Slowly I broke a bit away from his body and gazed up at my dance partner. His dark eyes almost seemed to gleam in this darkness. Was it the reflection of the candles?

Then his handsome mouth broke into a small smile and I witnessed the two things I wasn't expecting: these incisor teeth seemed elongated tonight.

One part of me wanted to whimper from fear. But the other actually made my panties grow very, very moist from excitement. It was not reading her thoughts that set my mind at ease; it was the smell of sex that drifted up from her moist pussy. A willingness that is genuine and hard to hide in females.

"What's this?" I inquired, attempting to sound nonchalant.

His smile grew a bit naughty and he whispered, "Foreplay. I won't hurt you. I give you my word. I wish to show you a pleasure you have never dreamed of."

And I believed him. Something in those eyes showed me that he wasn't lying. So taking his masculine hands in mine, I led him towards the sofa and there we both sat. At first I couldn't help but keep staring at his lips. His enigmatic grin was hiding those sharp sexy teeth.

"I don't think I ever saw them so long." My curiosity was winning over my initial fears.

He replied, "When I'm sexually excited, they make their appearance."

My eyebrow curved and I simply had to know: "You weren't excited during our past dates?"

His naughty smile returned - and so did that vampirish grin. "I was ready to taste you since our first date. But I could control it better since we were around so many other people. I could not reveal my secret then for fear of being exposed. Now that I have you alone and I can smell your excitement, it's harder to contain it. Your soul has been crying out for me since the first date. I can ignore it no longer."

Smell my excitement? Oh, to hell with it. I'm fucking horny. I thought as I brought his head down to mine and kissed him a bit rougher than we'd ever done previously.

My tongue dipped into his cinnamon flavored mouth and those long teeth scrapped mine. This was going to be exciting, I knew.

Oh, his lips had me entranced even more - I felt drunk from his taste. I had her soul she is now mine. She was so willing and beautiful, I felt myself wanting to ravage her in a violent sexual frenzy, but I didn't want to hurt her so I remained gentle.

Gently he dipped into my palette like a bee into a flower, tempting me little by little. My now hard nipples felt rough against the soft cotton bra holding them. All this excitement was making my tiny clit dance at attention.

After long moments, he slowly drew back while planting feathery kisses along my jaw and heading down to my throat. My short nails dug into his shoulders in wet anticipation. "I am giving you my word of honor that I will not hurt you."

he whispered against my skin.

It felt as if I were leaving a damp spot within my underwear and my poor puss just kept becoming more drenched with each slow second it took for him to reach my jugular.

Smoothly his mouth first put butterfly kisses all along the area and then those lips gently opened onto my skin. I felt the first twinge of his teeth puncture me and I couldn't help but gasp while coming. Gripping the back of his head in place, feeling my body respond to his bite as my insides convulsed in pleasure. As I punctured her flesh with my teeth she cringed a little in pain, then the warmth of her nectar started to fill my mouth. Thick warm sweet nectar flowing past my lips, filling my soul with pleasure. I knew she was climaxing as I could smell her cum running out of her. She gripped me closer to her as if she was offering more of herself to me. I sucked harder drawing the blood from her neck no longer content to let it just flow into my mouth. She was lost in a realm of pleasure that she had never dreamed of.

The bones in my body seemed to melt and I became his evening treat.

With each delicate suckling from his mouth, my clit hummed and soaked those poor cotton undies even more. My eyes tightly clenched as I rode out my second orgasm until his canines pulled out of me and that sweet tongue tenderly ran over the tiny wounds. I did not want to take too much from her at once so after she climaxed again; I withdrew from my beautiful and willing treat. I used my tongue to put pressure on her wound to stop the bleeding.

The moist rasp of his tongue lingered over the two incisions in what seemed a silent apology for having to hurt me that quick second when he broke through my skin.

Finally, I pulled back to look at my lover and my head swam: both from the multiple orgasms he'd easily given me and the small lack of blood. But it was so worth feeling him drink from me. I was still aroused from his lust and from the hard on in his slacks.

"You've given me such a wonderful experience tonight. Let me return the favor." I offered, while slowly lowering myself onto the cold tiled floor. With some gentle repositioning, I was tucked between his now spread open legs while carefully unbuckling his belt and then his pants. Once I'd lowered that tented up zipper I removed his shoes and reached for his slacks again.

In a joint effort he helped me remove them and then all that he wore were the shirt and those tented up boxers. Silk. My fingers carefully roam the hard body hidden behind only a touch of silk. His skin was so warm even through the clothes. I bent my face forward and ran my left cheek over his pulsating covered cock.

My lover's breath mingled with the soft jazz song playing in the background. Unable to fight temptation anymore, I spread my anxious fingertips across the waistband of his boxers and with a quick lift of his ass from the cushion; I was finally able to see the massive chunk of man's meat he had.

My eyes meet his as I lean up and then take his cock deep within my mouth. His thick fingers crawl into my dark hair and hold me down so my whole throat is choking on his cock. My mouth waters with the sweet flavor of his pre cum while I silently gag on the thickness of his flesh. His pre cum coats my tongue as I begin to suckle harder and with more pressure. The sounds of my wet mouth fill the room as I suck him harder still.

After a while, I break away from his cock and dip lower to lavish my small pink lips all across his cum filled balls. The tiny hairs covering them are trimmed and feel ticklish against my chin. His hand covers mine as we masturbate him while my lips open wide to take one of his balls inside. I bite on them enough to make him tremble but then I lavish this pink tongue all over them to wordlessly apologize for the slight pain. But he doesn't pull away. After several moments I feel them begin to tighten up. Oh my lover is close to coming!

I quickly move myself back up to the tip of his cock and whisper against his flesh, "You tasted my nectar now I want to taste yours."

With on long moan, his body grows incredibly tense and I feel his cock pulsate his creaminess out. I close my eyes and cover his cock head, drinking down the vanilla flavored cum that's pumping out of him. Oh, he's so scrumptious that it's almost a pity that his juices finish coming and he finally falls back onto the sofa with a happy sigh.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Standing up on wobbly legs I ask him, "Stay the night?"

Without another word, he stands up and takes my hand in his and we walk towards my bedroom.

Eventually during that long and sex filled evening, every part of my body felt his seductive lips; the tender scrape of his teeth and the wet aftermath of his salty cum.

At any moment during the evening, I could feel his sweet kisses across my two tiny puncture wounds and inside the curve of my neck. Finally after fucking each other until our bodies completely hurt from all the pleasure, we fell asleep on my sweat coated bed. I drifted in and out of sleep while lying in my vampire lover's arms and recalling how erotic just the feel of his first bite was.

My final thought before drifting into a satisfied sleep is that I couldn't wait till he was hungry again!