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@Xoxo, Marcus

16:21

I need to feed! It hurts, I need it so bad. I'm so close, just need to wait for him to fall asleep. I watch closely, experience telling me the moment his mind begins dreaming. I place my hands on either side of his face, gently, so as not to wake him, and press my lips against his, and push my tongue past his lips. Instantly I'm there, inside of his mind as it produces exactly the type of psychic energy I need, filling me with strength and life. Keeping me alive. I spend the better part of the night feasting on his dreams. My presence becomes part of them, though I am able to affect them much more than he is aware. By the time I leave him, he has hardly any left. I never feed enough to kill. My prey will only feel lethargic, listless, and devoid of emotion for a couple of months. No big deal. It's not like I want to do it, I don't have a choice. It's what I am. A dream-eater, demon of the lowest rank, living among humans as a basic necessity for my survival. I only have to feed about once a week. The rest of the week passes like any other. For now, I work as a bartender at the local biker bar, Biker Bob's. It's the perfect place to find prey. Men and women both can satisfy my hunger. I feed on Saturday. On Tuesday my prey walk through the door. I spend a little time getting to know him. After all, I have 4 days to go until the hunger drives me to feed again. I have everything arranged, set up a date for Saturday, and the unthinkable happens. He stands me up! The next day is bad. I don't work on Sundays, so I spend the day in my apartment, irritably throwing things, touchy, reactive. hangry. I blame it on my date, of course, and come close to deciding to drain him completely. Monday, another work day, I can hardly get out of bed. I feel weak and lethargic, can't hardly keep my eyes open as I attempt to apply makeup. As bad as it is, I know I can manage. I've gone weeks before without feeding, each day worse than the one before.

16:21

I drag myself to work and go about my day. The regulars notice my disposition, often commenting that I work to hard, or asking if I am ill. None of them can feed me. I avoid locals. I don't want suspicion to fall on me. Then I see my next target. He looks absolutely delicious, a feast for my eyes. He comes in and starts writing in a small notepad he pulled from his pocket. "Hey, you got id?" I ask, heading toward him. I can see He is old enough to drink, but it's a great way to start conversation. He digs in his pockets and produces a beat up plastic id card from halfway across the country. Good, not a local. "What do you drink?" I ask. He orders from the tap. I fill a pitcher and set it and a glass next to him. "Oh, I just wanted the one, I don't have the cash for a pitcher," he says apologetically. I smile and wink. "It's on the house, no worries." I go about wiping down the bar. Mondays are slow. As I make my way toward him I throw a smile in his direction. He smiles back. There, interest. I put the rag down and lean over the counter. "What's that you're writing?" I ask. "Oh, it's, uh, lyrics. I write music." He says a bit sheepishly. I grin, beginning the familiar routine of luring my prey. But this one is more stubborn than others. He is busy tonight. He'll be back around the next day. But it's the same thing that night as well. I'm tempted to claim another as NY prey, but for some reason I want this songwriters dreams more than any other. Way more. After a week spent being teased cruelty by this attractive, reluctant, fascinating prey, I have a breakthrough. He offers me a ride home. Usually I walk, but it's raining hard this night. Still, when I see his bike I have to wonder why he offered. It's easy enough to get him up to my little studio apartment. He's cold and wet, and I offer towels and coffee. The tricky part is disabling his bike so that when he says goodnight and walks out the door, it's only a matter of minutes before he comes back.

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There’s something about this bar. It was just the right vibe. The lighting, the laughter, the sexy bartender. Maybe now I could get over this writer’s block. Tapping my fingers through another melody. Da da da-la dada da da da-la dada I’m getting close. I can feel it. I gotta get home and play. I bump into the bartender at the door and more comes to my mind. I shouldn’t love you I know this But still I’m asking for one kiss Huh. I kinda like that? I look out and see the pouring rain and I can’t let her walk in this. A few minutes won’t hurt, right? My clothes are sticking to me and I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve felt this cold. * You’re the sunshine in the rain The relief to all my pain* Taking a sip of my coffee I can feel the excitement in my body. At least I’d rather not be dripping wet longer than I have to. Walking into the bathroom, I squeeze as much water out of my clothes as I can and get redressed. I think her for the hospitality and head out. Shit, my bike won’t start. You left me so broken But expect me to open Up like I used to I don’t know what I should do There’s no use in staying out here. And this the most I’ve had to work with in weeks. I take a deep breath and knock on her door and damn does she look good. “Uh hey. My bike isn’t starting. Would it be fine with you if I stayed here until the morning or at least until the rain lets up?” @reddeR

"oh! Shit! That sucks! Yeah, come in, your towel is still right there." I say sympathetically, gesturing at the towel. "Um, so, I've just got the one bed. You're welcome to lay down, or whatever, there's the recliner, but it's kind of broken. You could put your feet up on the coffee table, if you wanted. I'm beat though, I'm going to get some sleep while I can." I walk over to the unmade bed and fish my nightshirt out of the covers. With my back to my guest, I quickly take off my shirt and pull the long Tshirt on, then shimmy out of my skin tight jeans before I drop onto my bed and cuddle up under the down comforter, right in the middle. "Hey, what was your name again?" I ask. @Xoxo, Marcus

“Uh Cole. My name’s Cole. I think I’ve heard people in the bar call you Mira, right?” I definitely just spent too long looking at her ass and legs, but hey, if she’s gonna put on a show, I’m down to watch. I glance over the recliner knowing full well my back is gonna hate me in the morning, but hey. She’s already doing me a massive favor, don’t wanna intrude more than necessary. I pull off my damp shirt and ball it onto the coffee table. Through the corner of my eye I can see her eyes haven’t left me. Maybe I’ll intrude just a bit. “And my back isn’t exactly the best, would you mind if I laid next to you?” @reddeR

My eyes widen as a slow smile crosses my face. I move to one side of the bed. "I don't it's r what he has to offer. I very rarely have anybody in my apartment. In fact, I'm not sure I ever have. It's interesting, to say the least. I think I'll stick with going out to eat. I chuckle at my own internal dialog. "I've also only got this one comforter. The other one broke open in the dryer. You should have seen the laundry mat!" I laugh, "you don't snore, do you?" @Xoxo, Marcus

How cute “Tell you what, if I do, you can bite me. And while you’re at it I’ll tip you for all the free drinks you’ve given me.” Climbing into bed with her, I realize that she never wears makeup and I’m stunned by it. “Again, thank you. I really appreciate this. Breakfast is on me in the morning.” The melody from earlier fills my head. Da da da-la dada da da da-la dada The excitement to finish this song fills my mind as I drift to sleep. @reddeR

I lay there and wait. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, and wait for him to fall asleep. Then I carefully sit up and look at him. He's such a good looking guy! Well, it's not like I'm going to kill him. Just deplete him for a while. I'm certain he is sleeping, and I can see the telltale eyes movement of a dream. I lean down and press my lips to his-- I'm standing in an open... Blank. It's all just white, and he is standing in front of me, looking confused. Then a low, rumbling sound is heard. Fear grips me. I turn and see a massive, four legged beast, shrouded in black smoke with glowing crimson eyes. Its looking directly at us. My eyes widen in shock. @Xoxo, Marcus

The beast stands before us, snarling as it bears its fangs. Growing larger as its claws protrude further, a crimson coating now dripping onto the floor. It’s salivating as it gazes upon its prey, relishing the fear every growl produces. She steps into me and I look the beast in its eyes. “This chew toy, is mine.” It bows in submission. My clothes burst off my body as my claw reaches for her neck. The very same monster she was so scared of, now has a vice grip on her; pinning her to the ground. I take a single claw, running it down her body. Ripping all of her clothing to shred. “Like I said little girl. Mine.” I let out deep growl as I bite into her neck. @reddeR

I am to weak to fight this! I need to feed, but when I reach for what should be the pool of psychic energy within his mind I find... Nothing! That's not possible! Then his teeth sink into my neck. "What the fuck --?!!" I cry out, my hands grabbing at him. I would fight, if his teeth weren't buried in my neck. I can't move without risking him tearing out and taking my flesh with him. Tears run from my eyes. Dreams aren't supposed to hurt!! I don't know what's going on! "Stop! No! Stop!" I cry out, as if that would actually deter him. @Xoxo, Marcus

I whisper into her ear, slowly and methodically, “Just be a good girl and stay still. You’ll love what comes next.” Every time she struggles i just hold her down more, licking down her neck to her collarbone. I ball my fist and reach down into the floor, small pools appearing as I pull out chains to hold her down. “Remember stay still.” A devious smile creeps along my face as I bite the center of her thigh. And slowly work my way up. Replacing my teeth with my tongue as I take a small taste of her clit. @reddeR

"oh, fuck, oh fuck!" I whimper as I'm securely restrained. His teeth on my thigh make me twitch every time they grab onto my skin. But it's insanely hot, too. My head rolls to the side as I close my eyes. It seems this is what's going to happen. As much as I want to resist, I can't. I'm trapped and chained in this dream. Then his tongue sends an explosion of sensation that makes me gasp as my hips buck. That felt incredible! Go fucking figure, I would enjoy being raped, wouldn't I? I pant lightly, my heart racing as I try to deny my arousal, which is perfectly evident between my thighs, I'm sure. How is he so unphased by all this? Is this what he usually dreams about? Damn, I guess i should have passed this one by. Then again.... But without any psychic energy, I'm still just going to starve. My hunger isn't going to dissappear on it's own. @Xoxo, Marcus

“You learn better than I thought.” I can feel how soaked she is as my fingers brush against her pussy. Fingers? Well that’s more convenient, I dig my fingers into her and repeatedly curl them. Watching your squirm and moan for more as she screams through an orgasm, soaking my hand. “You look ready for what’s next.” I grab onto my cock and line it up against her slit then - I sit up immediately. What the fuck was that dream? I walk over to the bathroom and splash water onto my face. I look into the mirror and take a deep breath. Clearly the raging hard on is telling that I enjoyed myself but damn that was something intense. I walk back to the bed and lie down. Lost in thought and trying to make sense of what just happened. @reddeR

I wake up the second he does. As soon as he walks to the bathroom I reach down and touch myself through my panties. Soaked, I'm fucking soaked! My hands tremble, I have to catch my breath. Oh, fuck, I may not be able to feed off of him, but there's another hunger I think he can satisfy just fine. When he comes back and lays down I turn toward him and study him for a moment. Then I move closer. And slide my hand down his arm. I don't know what I could possibly say to entice him at the moment, so I just show him. When I get to his hand I bring it over to press between my thighs, where there is no mistaking my current state of need. @Xoxo, Marcus

“Such a good girl.” I press my lips into hers, rushing to get my boxers off. She’s wet enough to completely soaked my hands and her moans fill my mouth. I don’t know when the last time I wanted someone this badly. With every look at her body it feels as if I already know it’s every curve and need. I grab onto her hips, flip her over and thrust my member deep inside of her. Every stroke filled with intention. Grabbing onto her hair, I force her to look me in the eye, growling into her her as spank that perfect ass of hers. @reddeR

I cry out as his cock sinks into me. I don't get a chance to draw breath before he is pounding into me deep and hard. I cry out over and over, the pleasure taking over my senses. He fucks me exactly right, immediately! "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh holy shit I'm gonna cum!" I whine. I rock backwards to meet his thrusts hard, getting more and more tense as I get closer to release. "Yes! Yes! It's perfect!" I can feel it coming hard and fast, I'm not going to last long, I won't be able to hold it back. @Xoxo, Marcus

I feel her body convulse under me and let her collapse. She struggles to catch her breath and bite her earlobe. Not done, I pound back into her soaking wet pussy. She moans weakly with every thrust until I pick up my pace. She screams louder and louder as I feel her body tighten up again, covering my cock and her sheets in her juices. In that very same moment I feel my cock tighten as I fill her up with enough cum to watch it leak out as I pull out of her. I collapse next to her desperate to catch my breath. “Sorry for cumming in you. Are you on birth control or should I look into plan b in the morning?” @reddeR

"don't... Worry about it. I can't get pregnant." I say with a slight chuckle as I pant to catch my breath. I feel fantastic, and I press myself close to him to keep feeling his skin on mine. My eyes slowly close as my satisfied body and mind finally let me start to fall asleep. I'm not worried about pregnancy, what I am can't breed with a human. @Xoxo, Marcus

She snuggles closer into me and instead of the pride I should be feeling, I’m filled with confusion. What the fuck just happened? And that dream, it just felt so vivid. Like I was really living out those moments. I know I’ve been known to be up for some intense and rough sex, this just felt different. But maybe I’m just putting too much stock into this. That was the best sex I’d had in a long time, maybe ever and I’m fixated on a dream. Maybe the stress of this song is getting to me. The weight of my previous actions and release hits me like a truck and my eyes drift into sleep. @reddeR

I wake up and he's still there, not surprisingly. My stomaches aches with a deep, relentless pain. It feels like it's growing. I have to feed, and this guy has nothing for me... What is he? I carefully climb out of bed. It's time for drastic measures. I grab a lockpick set from the drawer and slip out of the house, still wearing just my pajamas. I have a neighbor who works nights. He snores loud enough to be heard downstairs, and when I tap on his door, there is no answer. I hate doing this like this, feeding on a neighbor is a sure way to end up having to relocate again. But I can't take this pain. I nimbly pick the lock and slip into his studio. It's an exact replica of my apartment. One large room, a door leading to the closet and bathroom. He lays sprawled half off of a hide-a-bed couch that's seen better days. I creep across the room and look down at him in distate. Yuck. This guy hast brushed his teeth in a month, and he's drooling. I suppress the urge to gag and kneel down, then quickly lower my head to press my lips to his. It's a casino, he's dreaming of the casino! The bright lights, loud noises, and bustling crowd of a familiar place are comforting. I reach for and find the well of psychic energy I am so craving. As soon as I start to pull from it, the dream changes. "Hey, Mira! I didn't expect to see you here!" My neighbor says, turning and spotting me. The machines around us all start to pour out coins. I hadn't known slot machines could do that. "Hey! Look! Ok won!" He says, scooping coins off the floor. More and more machines begin blaring alarms and pouring out coins. This is going to get ugly, fast I start walking toward a bar, hoping to avoid the bulk of the crowd. I need to feed, but the more energy I pull, the worse this nightmare will become. It isn't long before a fight breaks out. Then it turns into a riot. People fighting each other over the quarters on the floor. I pull harder, wanting as much as I can get as quickly as possible

11:53

. Gunshots ring out, and people start screaming. I spit my neighbor, blood pouring from his eyebrow, clutching a large sack of coins. He looks frantic as he searches for something. Then he spots me. "Mira! Have you seen my daughter? She was here just a minute ago!" He says. His daughter, a cute little 9 year old he sees on weekends, couldn't really be here, but it's his dream. I just shake my head. The hissing sound of gas escaping the canister is the only warning before the tear gas hits. People scream and run from the canisters on the floor. Coughing, teary eyes people fall down, only to be trampled as others try to get away. From the looks of it, all the doors have dissappeared. It's time for me to go. I have to lock him in this dream to leave without waking him. I hate to, he looks very upset that he can't find his daughter. But it's a dream, I'm sure he'll get over it. The dream fades around me and I stand up and fall backwards, frantically wiping my mouth. My neighbor is tossing and turning, mumbling in his sleep. I creep back out of the apartment and lock the door behind me, then return to my own apartment. Nobody saw me, that's good. I wonder what I'll find in my apartment. The entire venture took maybe half an hour, and I feel much better for it, though not full. If I'd continued feeding, though, I could have killed my neighbor. I've been inside a dream when I killed the host, it's not pleasant. @Xoxo, Marcus

I look up to the door open with Mira just behind it. “Well good morning princess. Welcome back to your castle.” Looking back her, I can tell she’s confused to say the least. “I did promise you breakfast in the morning didn’t I? Or did you think I was just joking. Just made sure to find plates first.” Looking in her eyes, for the first time, I gotta wonder if I overstepped. I mean, do like to think of myself a man of my word, but then there’s the chance that she left in hopes, I’d follow suit. Especially considering the….events of last night. And maybe I needed that more than I thought, I feel better than I have in months. “Go on, take a seat. I’ll be out of your hair soon. Probably in your bar later. Just wanted to say thanks for last night and make sure you started the day with a good meal.” I double check that I have everything with me and walk out the door whistling my new favorite tune. Not looking forward to fixing my bike in the slightest da da da-la dada da da da da-la dada da @reddeR

I can't sit down! I jump up and rush out the door behind him, down the stairs to meet him at his bike. I slow down at the bottom of the stairs to admire the sight of this guy with his bike. Sure, he's a bit rough, but god damn he's got such an ass! "Hey! When you finish up here, why don't you come upstairs and take a shower? I mean, I don't even work tonight, it's really not a big deal." I offer, then I look at what he's doing with the bike. "You sure you know what you're doing?" I tease, waiting for him to look away so I can quickly fix what I'd sabatauged. It should work just fine, now. Hopefully. I hadn't meant to actually disable the bike. @Xoxo, Marcus

“You know, now that you say it, it does feel like I forgot something.” The song can wait a bit longer. And it’s not like the bike is going anywhere. We get back to her door. Her long black hair behind her ears. Looking her up and down, I can’t help but notice she’s not wearing a bra and perfect her tits still look. Her ass just barely poking out of her shorts. I want her. And I’m going to have her. I close the door behind me and close the gap between us and wrap my hand around her throat and whisper into her hear, “You know, I thought you were a good girl. Turns out you’re a slut that needs to be used.” Spin her around and bend her over the counter holding her down by her neck. @reddeR

Oh... My... Fuck! I explode with erotic energy the moment the word slut leaves his lips. I gasp, then I'm bent over the counter, gripping the edge of it. My feet step wide, and my back arches as my hips tilt. Holy shit! My heart races uncontrollably and I feel my own wetness trickle down my thigh. I didn't bother putting any panties on this morning. I can feel his hand on the back of my neck, and the heat from his body against my ass and thighs. I tremble as I wait to feel him touch me more. To feel him fuck me. Oh god, he makes me feel like a whore and I love it! "Is that so? Do you even know how to use a slut?" I laugh, "let's see what you've got then." @Xoxo, Marcus

“Oh, that was the plan.” I reach up and take a fistful of her hair and pull sharply while thrusting my cock deep inside of her. “And look, you’re already soaked for me.” I don’t know what’s taken over me, but I just don’t want her, I need her. With every thrust and ever sharp moan and squeal she makes my desire for her body only grows. The sweat glistening on her slender body, every curve accentuated. I pull out of her, take her by her wrist and throw her onto the bed. Grabbing on to her ankles, I fold her knees to her ears and down her wrists together above her head. “Now, just be a good girl, and enjoy what’s next.” And in a moment, the full extent of my length is filling her now soaked pussy. @reddeR

I cry out desperately as he thrusts into me. Each time he hits me so very deep, it takes my breath away. I writhe under him and moan frantically, pressure building rapidly. I hear my own voice cry out, "more! Fuck, yes! More! More!" As I loose myself in the intense sensations. My eyes meet him and I'm undone. I gasp as I peak, and it comes out as an empassioned cry of euphoric bliss as my body spasms around his cock. Each thrust pushes my climax farther until I have no airnleft to scream, I can only ride this out until it's end. @Xoxo, Marcus

Every moan she makes fills me with lust. Her breath getting sharper. Her voice raising an octave higher. I didn’t just need this, I needed her. My fingers digging deeper into her flesh. Every time she begs for more, I fuck her faster and harder. I look her deep into her eyes. Eyes that have long since given up to the bliss of an oncoming orgasm. My own soon to follow. “Come on. Be a good girl and take this cum”, I growl instinctively. I can feel the contractions in my shaft as she screams silently. Every stroke, filling her with more and more cum as we finally wind down. I let go of her wrists and stroke her hair. Kissing her gently before whispering in her ear, “You really are such a good girl.” @reddeR

"I was ..." I blush, laying here with my knees by my ears, panting in post coital bliss, his cock still buried inside of me. What the hell just happened? It's like I don't even have the option of saying no. He demands and I want him so bad it hurts! Who the fuck is this guy?! "Wait, I can't... I mean, what the hell just happened?" I finally manage to put words to what I'm thinking. I don't think his intention when he came upstairs was to rough fuck me into the mattress. Not that I'm complaining, but something is very suspicious about this. @Xoxo, Marcus

I collapse next to her, immediately confident that I just had the best sex of my life twice in 24 hours. Who is this girl? I mean it’s not beyond the realm of a possibility for a one night stand to turn into an encore in the morning, but I just want her. Everything is fine and then all of a sudden I have the compulsive need to use her completely. I snap back into reality at her question. What did just happen? I didn’t exactly plan this and I’m damn sure glad it did, but it was just so fast. “Well I think I fucked you until you had the legs of a new born deer, but let’s back up a bit. You can’t what?” And just like that I realize I’ve been running my fingers through her hair. @reddeR

I enjoy the attentions he gives me, the praise, the kiss, the continued contact. It feels natural, relaxing, comfortable. I hardly even notice it, it seems right. It also feels right to turn toward him and press myself against him, tangle our legs together, and rest my head on his shoulder as I try to puzzle this out. "Huh? I can't what?" I ask, confused. I'd just been trying to string the right words together. It doesn't matter, now, though, because I have to figure out what the fuck is happening. "What are you?" I ask quietly. My hand moves over his chest, tracing repetitive designs across his skin with my fingertips absently as I think. @Xoxo, Marcus

“Singer, guitarist, song writer, dreamer, mechanic. I’m just me. All I’ve ever wanted to be.” I feel her weight shift and pull her closer to me. The slight scent of her perfume mixed with sex floods my nose. “Now you princess. What’s your story? I know you’re more than just a bartender.” Everything about her, I just feel more drawn to. Of course she’s undoubtedly gorgeous but this is something new, something different. I kiss her forehead, resting my free hand on her hip. I just want to know everything about this girl. @reddeR

I don't want to lie to him, but I know if I tell the truth I'm never going to see him again. As much as that would be a positive outcome, in the long run, I'm really not willing to let him go just yet. "Nah, I'm just a bartender. Every drunk's best friend. Well, and, apparently, a slut." I say dismissively, hoping to distract from his question by bringing tmup my slutty behavior. "You know I don't... I mean, I've never done this before. I don't usually act like ... Well, a slut." @Xoxo, Marcus

“That’s perfect. You can be my slut.” I pressed my lips into hers more forcefully than before. My hands find her neck, making sure she can’t get away. My tongue find hers, dancing in unison. I want her. My desire for her being increases with every second. I need her. And yet I break off the kiss. “My number is on the fridge. Text me. If you don’t, I’ll be sure to find you.” I get redressed, knowing my body doesn’t want to leave, but yet I know this for the best. I make my way to the door, before walking back to the beautiful bartender, still in her bed and give her one final kiss. “Remember. Mine.” @reddeR

I want to grab him, keep him here, or go with him, or... What the hell is wrong with me? I watch him walk out and lay flat on my back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how good he feels inside of me. This is exciting, and unexpected. I don't think I've ever been this sprung on a guy, and with as many years as I've been here, I've had plenty of opportunities. I don't get it, he is just... Some biker from the bar? What about him has me laying here, thinking about him like I've never had good dick before? I could understand if he looked like Adonis, or if he had more psychic energy than anyone else, or if he was an incubus... I sit up straight in bed, staring at the door. Maybe he is an incubus? Wouldn't my sexual energy make me recogniseable as what I am? Would and incubus be able to feed on me? Fuck. How can I not know this shit? I wait until later in the day to send him a message. I don't want to seem to eager or anything. Honestly, I just want to be pinned against my shower wall and fucked again. And again. And again. But my text is a bit more couth than that. Thinking about you Here's my number Thank you for the amazing night! Mira

22:28

@Xoxo, Marcus

I walk into my room and just fling myself on to bed. What even was last night, let alone this morning? That dream was so vivid and I- I think it best not to think about it. The sex was too amazing to worry about the dream, the way our bodies fit together. The sounds she made, I hope the next time isn’t too far off. Everything about her just makes me want her more. Have I ever felt this way about a girl before? I pick up my guitar and pluck at the strings. Singing my favorite tune. I shouldn’t love you I know this Still I’m asking for one kiss You’re the sunshine in the rain The relief to my pain You left me so broken But expect me to open Up like I used to I don’t know what I should do Asking you where to start You’re the siren to my heart The only key to my mind See me only in good light I love it. Hopefully I can play it for her one day. Hopefully she texts me sooner. And just like that I see the flash from my phone. A simple text that makes me even more sure I want to see her again. What a coincidence, you’ve been on my mind too. Hopefully there are more great nights in the not too distant future princess.

@reddeR

I receive a response quickly and I get that fluttery feeling in my tummy like I've just been hit on by my crush. Incredible! This guy has me so stuck on him! I put my phone down, telling myself I'm not going to do it... Then pick it up again and send an invitation. How about tonight? This time we can actually intend to do what happened last night. We can get free drinks at the bar and see where we end up from there?

07:55

@Xoxo, Marcus

A simple invitation that filled my body with excitement. It’d only been a few hours and Im desperate to see her again. Maybe find out exactly what it is about her that drives me so……primally. My fingers couldn’t type fast enough. That sounds perfect. I’ll see you at eight? Looking at the time, I’ve got two hours to get ready. I turn on the shower, the hot water covering my body. Thoughts of hers filling my mind. The steam rising as I remember the feeling of her fingers around my neck. I’m potentially looking forward to this more than I could’ve imagined. I get dressed, put on some cologne and stop at the door. Nervous about the possibility of a dream like that again. I’ve had nightmares all my life to all degrees of vivacity, but nothing that just felt so real. Still, nothing can stop me from the prey that’s waiting at the bar for me. @reddeR

I jump out of bed, shower, and get dressed. I spend a little bit of time on my face, then walk down to the bar with a smile on my face. "Mira! You don't work today, what are you doing here?" My boss says, sounding surprised that I'm here. "I'm meeting someone here." I respond with a grin. "Like a date? Who is it? Have I met him?" She asks, coming over to pour some whiskey for me. "Is he cute?" "Well, you'll see soon enough, won't you?" I laugh. Swirling the whiskey around the with the ice and trying not to check every time the door opens.

08:49

@Xoxo, Marcus

I walk in the bar and there by she is. Her outfit the right blend of sexy and mysterious. I feel my heart in my throat by the time I notice her wave to me. I walk up to her and pull her into a hug. “Hey there, hope I didn’t make you wait long.” The bartender gives me a look as he pours a glass of whiskey before walking down to another patron. Probably best I stay on his good side. My eyes can’t stop wandering over her body before curiosity takes over me. “So, you know I’m a musician and mechanic. What about you? I’m sure you’re more than just a bartender” @reddeR

"I'm just a bartender. It pays the bills." I say with a laugh, realizing how boring that sounds. "well, I like to study history, too. It's just interesting to me." Having lived through quite a lot of it, I credit myself with a working knowledge of the last few hundred years. Passable, at least. And I love finding out how people change history as time goes on. What they teach in schools is almost recogniseable as what actually happened. @Xoxo, Marcus

“History wasn’t exactly my best subject in school, but I’m sure you can make learning it a pleasurable occasion.” I laugh to myself at the over exaggerated innuendo but it seems my bad joke wasn’t unwelcome. It had been a while since I’d been on a date and the nerves are definitely getting to me a bit. “So history and stiff drinks aside, you don’t have any dreams? I don’t mean to pry but you make me curious to say the least.”

@reddeR

I chuckle at the pun you made, that you are unaware of. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. But I'm content with where I am. I mean, I don't really want for anything. No stress. Nothing to tie me down. I'm just fine, honestly." I explain. It's always been what works best. From taverns and pubs to bars and clubs, my job as everyone's favorite bartender has been ideal. I tuck my hair back and look him over, trying to see how he takes this. The bartender, my boss, overhearing our conversation, can't help but comment. "Hey, now, don't go giving Mira any big, ambitious ideas! The girl is a perfect bartender, everyone loves her. She can calm down a drunken brawl just by walking in the room. You better not be trying to steal my bartender!" He teases before walking off to wipe down tables. @Xoxo, Marcus

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give her back eventually.” I then whisper for only her to hear, “You just might not be too adept at standing afterwards.” “The important thing is that you’re happy. You gotta prioritize you after all.” I take a drink of the whiskey, the subtle burn comforts me from the memories that I find less than ideal. “So here’s to happiness.” I say, rest my hand on her thigh. @reddeR

I smile a slow, smoldering grin at the whisper in my ear as delicious shivers of anticipation race down my spine. Oh, tonight will be fun! "To happiness, and new friends, and nights that last forever!" I toast, then down my drink before turning to him to press my cold lips against his neck and work my way down from his ear. My hand lightly grips his thigh, and I press my chest against him suggestively. A quiet growl emits from me as I carefully bite the base of his neck, hard enough to hurt just a little. @Xoxo, Marcus

I moan back into her ear, “Glad you didn’t forget. You’re mine.” Noticing the glancing eyes, I pull a twenty dollar bill from my wallet and leave it on the bar. Taking her by the hand, we exit. Heading over to the alley closest to the door, I pin her against the wall, returning her earlier affections. A small mark being left on her neck. That’ll be a nice bruise. “You know, I’ve met a loooot of women, but none of them drive me as crazy as you do every time I see you.” With every look in her eyes, every touch of her slender fingers, I feel lust for her increase. My lust and curiosity. Just who was this girl and what was it about her that made me so…..wanting? For her body, her mind, I’m going to make sure her desire for me matches all the same. And just like that, I have just the plan in mind and a devious smile slowly fills my face. @reddeR

He pins me to the wall in the alley, his hands on my body, his mouth on my neck, and I tilt my head back as a low moan rises from my throat. My own hands move to hold his head against me, then I drag my nails down his back until I can grab his ass and pull him close. How can I want someone so badly? Every time I even think about him, I need him, I ache for him! "I've never wanted anyone like I want you, I'm obsessed, I can't get enough of you." I admit, "I need you, bad, Cole, I'm... I'm yours..." I sigh. His smile at my words makes me press my thighs together and whimper. Excitement at the thought of what is hiding behind that smile courses through me. "What's in that head of yours?" I ask @Xoxo, Marcus

Her question excites me. “All the ways I’m going to make you mine.” I grab onto her thighs, forcing her off her feet as she swings her legs around my waist. Her voice trembling as her tone becomes more breathy. The blood in my body swelling my cock, grinding into her. “You’re coming to my place. I have a surprise for you.” @reddeR

I hold tight, my legs wrapped around his hips, my head and back bressed against the brick wall behind me as I moan. "Anything, just don't stop making me feel like this!" I plead. I would go anywhere with him, no questions asked. The thought of riding behind him is exciting. Having him clutched between my thighs, with the engine rumbling under us. "Let's get there, though, I need to feel your skin against mine!" @Xoxo, Marcus

We practical run to bike. She wraps her arms around my chest, her her face nuzzled over my shoulder as she blows into my ear. We race through the streets, weaving through the cars as her grip tightens into me. The wind blowing past us but still her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils. Fuck, I want her so badly. We stop in front of my apartment complex, sprinting the door. We collapse into each other on the couch. My hand grabbing her perfect ass while lifting her shirt over head. And what I see is perfect. @reddeR

I shimmy out of my shirt, my hands working at his clothes as I try to get us both naked without breaking our kiss. Of course, it's difficult to take off a shirt with my tongue tangled with his. When I pull away and gasp for air as I pull his shirt off, I pause to gasp for breath. "I need you so bad!" I groan as I work my pants down my hips, "how can I want you so bad? I feel like I'm on fire!" I work at his pants too, my eyes widening as I see his cock spring free. I want to spoil him, to take my time and get to know his body, but the urgency burning inside of me won't allow for that nonsense. I need him with an intensity I've never felt before. "Oh, please, please, I need to feel you inside of me!" I whine quietly, my hips rocking against his. @Xoxo, Marcus

“Sorry princess. You’ll have to wait.” I reach into the middle cushion for blindfold I hide for such an occasion and place it onto to her. I take her by the hand and walk to the center of the room. “Kneel.” The tone in my voice making it apparent that this is a command and she follows. I step away and grab the collar with a metal chain I save for special occasions. “Such a good girl. Now open up.” I drop my pants with my belt loudly clanging on the floor. And with that she takes my entire length into her mouth. Her soft lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. My fingers wrapped into her black hair. An audio moan of pleasure leaving my lips as she holds her position with my cock deep into her throat. @reddeR

I close my eyes when the blindfold is put over them, walk where I'm led, and kneel where I'm told. When he steps away, he would see that my mouth is already open in anticipation. I hear his pants drop, and close my lips around his cock as he pushes into my throat. My hands move to clasp together behind my back when I feel his hands in my hair. His moans are all the encouragement I need. I hold, his cock all the way down my throat, my mouth watering as I resist the urge to cough or pull back, or breathe. I have sucked cock enough times to know how to do it. You can't live as long as I have and not learn a thing or two. I press onto him, my lips sealed around the base of his thick, long shaft, and turn my head slightly side to side. I want him to enjoy this, I want to blow him so good he pulls a muscle cumming. I want him to remember this for the rest of his life. I work my tongue and throat around his pulsing manhood while he holds me down on it. @Xoxo, Marcus

Gripping her tightly by her hair as I feel streams of cum leave my body. A loud moan leaves my body as I slowly pull her off of my cock. Her tongue out to display that every drop was swallowed. “You’re such a girl. Im so proud of you. Now for your reward.” I lift her from the ground and slam her into the bed. My still erect cock plunging deep into her soaked slit. I feel her body immediately tighten with every deep thrust I make. I pull onto the chain and growl into her ear, “This is what you wanted, right you little slut?” Then bite her neck as the collar tightens. @reddeR

I writhe as my body instinctively pushes into every thrust. He fucks me like a demon, I'm not entirely convinced he isn't, it would explain the strange, irresistible attraction. And the way he makes me cum so hard my mind goes blank. I scream as I cum, my pussy gripping his cock hard, over and over, as I soak his bed. My whole body spasms and goes rigid. I grip onto him, my nails biting through his skin. "Ooh, Cole!!" I cry out in ecstacy then the collar pulls tight on my neck and cuts me off. I feel his teeth on my skin and it only heightens my pleasure, the pain blending seamlessly with the pleasure. @Xoxo, Marcus

I watch as body becomes limp as she collapses on the bed. I slow down my thrusts to match her breaths. The shivers in her voice all the welcome I need. I run my finger tips down her back lightly and slap her ass once for moving. “You like that princess?” Every sound that leaves her lips makes me want to ruin her more. I watch as the overstimulated mess in front of me shakes every time I fill her tight pussy with my cock. I pull out of her just to flip her onto her back. As press my cock into her soaked slit, I wrap my hand around her soft, slender neck. Her pulse reverberating under my fingers and a smile spreading across her face as I squeeze gently. @reddeR

"more..." I purr, gripping into the covers on his bed and spreading my thighs wide. I shudder with each movement he makes, my body reacting to the stimulation of my hypersensitive sex. I'm far from finished, and being able to see him as he fucks me is an incredibly appealing idea. I push up on my elbows, wanting to see his cock sliding into my body. "I can't get enough of you, Cole! Fuck, I need you!" I whimper, meeting his eyes and trying to convey how badly I crave him with just a look. I don't understand how I can be so drawn to him, but it feels absolutely perfect. @Xoxo, Marcus

I squeeze onto her neck, even harder than I’d ever even considered. Something in my body telling me she’ll be fine. Her words ringing into my ears. I feel her grinding back into my thrusts. “Fuck I’m going to cum. Be a good girl and take it.” I increased my pace, my cock swelling to match the mutual lust in the atmosphere. I press my lips onto hers as I feel growing pressure then release of an orgasm; moaning into her mouth. My body feels light as I collapse next to her and lost consciousness. ———— A white void fills all space. Im kneeling arms across my chest, crying and alone. Slowly rocking side to side. Whispering “Where are you. I thought you’d be there so where are you.” A figure touches my shoulder and I turn, blood streaking from my eyes. @reddeR

He tosses and mumbles in his sleep, waking me up. He sounds like he is crying. I try to calm him, but he only continues to dream. I don't know how long we were asleep for when his nightmare woke me, but it's not time to wake up yet. As much as I dislike nightmares, what's the point of being able to step into others dreams if I don't use it when it's needed? Ii wait until he is relatively still, then press my lips to his and-- It's all white, there's nothing here but white, and Cole, kneeling on the ground. I approach him cautiously. He is clearly upset, muttering to himself. He looks delusional, if that's even relevant in a dream, since the whole thing is technically a delusion. I stay quiet, watching to see what happens. @Xoxo, Marcus

The blood streaked down my cheek forming pools on the floor beneath me. My body reverberating as the pain filled my limbs. Every second becoming more excruciating, turning my whispers into screams.

"WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU SAID YOU'D BE THERE SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I collapse under the weight of my own being. Feeling lifeless as claws rip open from my spine, helpless to watch as the monster bears its way from my body. Only a single word escaping its lip. * "Free" * I force my body up, kneeling to the white void of the sky. I force it back into me somehow. The blood now shooting up into pillars, the white of my surroundings now a deep sanguine. And once more I collapse. ----- I wake up, my heart racing to the point that I feel it may explode. My breath ragged and irregular, heavy as if I just finished sprinting for my life. These dreams are only getting worse. I look over at Mira, concern spreading across her face. "I'm sorry for waking you. I'm alright. This is nothing new." I get up to splash some water in my face, knowing full well I may have just lied to her. @reddeR

I sit up in bed, my own heart racing. What the fuck did I just see? What the fuck was that?! I've never seen anything like it! I feed on people's dreams, I've don't so for centuries. I turns dreams into nightmares! I've never seen anything like that! Even more strange was the complete absence of the psychic energy I feed on. There was nothing, no trace of the force that gives people the ability to perceive reality. How is he still functioning? Having no psychic energy should leave him feeling ill, tired, weak, eventually it should kill him! But he just assured me it was nothing new.. "What are you?..." I ask quietly as he walks to the bathroom. Is it possible he doesn't know? Could he be something other than human and not know it? "What happened? You... You seemed like you were having a bad dream." I ask when he returns, wanting to find out more without revealing to much. @Xoxo, Marcus I appologize for the extended delay, I overreached myself with the volume of rp I had taken on. I'm working on ending some, so I should be back on my A game soon!

I feel my body become weak as I bend over the sink. The water dripping down my face as the memories of the dream. Feeling sick as the pain along my back becomes all too real once again. 'What happened? You... You seemed like you were having a bad dream.' Her voice sends me back to this plain of existence and out of my own mind. "Yeah, it was just a bit...intense is all. I'll be fine I think." That small bit of conversation seeming to bring the world back to a peaceful place again. I dry my face off and walk back into the bedroom. The concern evident on her beautiful face and god is she sexy. I walk back to her and kiss her deeply. Not out of lust, but for want. "Let's get back to bed Mira. Everything is good now." @reddeR

I'm not so certain. There is something about this that is wrong, so wrong, and I don't know what it is. I want to ask so many questions, burn to ask so many questions, but I can't ask any of them without revealing what I am. How can I explain being a spectator in his dream? I return his kiss, enjoying being wanted, being appreciated. He makes me feel so good it's almost to good to be true. It may be to good to be true, actually. Depending on the answers to my questions. Then I come up with a perfect solution, at least for part of my questions. He hadn't said anything out loud, but he doesn't know that. "You were talking in your sleep..." I say hesitantly, "something about... Someone said they would be there? I think. Are you sure your okay?" @Xoxo, Marcus

I pause at her question. Partially out of fear of what they might mean, but mostly out of confusion. I don't know her all that well, it's only been, what? Twenty-four hours of knowing each other intimately? Why isn't she like the others that just run? Why couldn't she just let us fuck until it's barely a faint a memory. As I look into her eyes, I take in everything for just a moment. She just wants to help and be there. "You know, when you say and do things like this, it makes me want to just fall madly in love with you. I don't know if I'm ready to tell you everything just yet, but I will. What I can tell you is when I was younger, someone promised they'd keep me safe and didn't hold up to their end." I squeeze her hand, the smell of melted candle wax consumes my memories. "It's a lot to talk about right now. Can we pick this up at another time?" @reddeR

"I understand. That's fine. Thank you for trusting me with that much." I return the hand squeeze, then cuddle into him. "So I guess that means we will have another date, huh?" I say, half teasing, as I kiss under his jaw. "How about for now, we just get to know each other better, and enjoy each other's company." @Xoxo, Marcus

I take her hand in mine, appreciative of this small and tender moment. She's so beautiful and sweet that I can't help but wonder what it is that made me this lucky to have her in my life like this. I take her hand in mind and brush it along my cheek, kissing her hand and wrist on occasion. "That sounds perfect princess." I kiss her cheek. Enamored with her presence. "Speaking of date. There's a show I want to go to. Mind coming along with me?" @Red MangoDango

"I would love to," I reply immediately. Then, realizing how eager that sounds, "er, what show is that?" What I want to say is, yes, I would go anywhere with you. But that's absolutely ridiculous. What am I doing, falling for this guy? What, am I going to have a relationship with him? I can already picture it- Hey honey, how'd it go last night? That guy took you home? Did you feed well? I hope you used protection! Ha! As if that would ever work! Besides that, as far as I know, I can't die of "natural causes", and age is only relative to my hunger. Starvation will eventually age me, but all I have to do is feed and it's like I never aged a day. This is a crash course for pain, for both of us. I should get out while I can. I know this. But then he does stuff like kiss my hand like that, and looks at me with those beautiful eyes, and the way he fucks me, and I can't see myself leaving his side. Besides that, I need to know what he is. I can do that much. I'll just enjoy him until I figure out what the fuck he is. No human can survive without psychic energy. He has to be... Something else. @Xoxo, Marcus wrong tag peep. I'll always be reddeR!

Her quick response is something that filled my very being with an unparalleled bliss. How could such a simple sentence that could mean so much to me. Make me want to be closer to her. To make me consider telling her everything. "It's a concert. Just giving you an idea of what I'm about....And I think after, I can tell you. Everything." The words left my lips without me even intending them. All the same, I feel an air of relief as they do. The warmth in her hands is everything for me right now. The way her hair frames her face makes my heart skip a beat and feel full at what her reaction to what I am could be. "You're so beautiful." My feelings for her are growing with every touch of her skin. A feeling so incomparable I don't know what to do but kiss her. My arms wrapped around her frame as I hold her as tightly as I can. Every bite of her full lips a mark of my desire for the beautiful woman in front of me. A hunger I've felt before, but never this intense fills me in a way that excites me, but worries for what will come next as the my spine fills with a slight warmth. @reddeR

I can enjoy a concert, it sounds like fun. But I have to slow him down a bit. Tell me everything? I don't even know if I'm comfortable with that yet! As curious as I am, it really feels like this is developing into something more than a good fuck, at a lightening fast speed. I have to put the brakes on now or it's going to be to late, and I don't want to see this end in disaster. "Cole, you don't have to tell me anything. I'd love to go to the concert with you, but you don't have to tell me anything you aren't comfortable telling me. It's... I just... Look we've all got our secrets, right? I totally understand if you need to keep some thing's to yourself. We just met not long ago, and I... I mean, I really like you, and I just don't want to rush into things to fast and end up with someone having a broken heart because we went at it without looking before we leapt. I mean it, I... Really.... Like you..." But then he is kissing me and making me feel warm and needed, and so very needy. He kisses me so passionately I can't help but be swept up in the moment. It's an undeniable force, like a tidal wave of his desire, and I am already drowning before it even hits me. I return his kiss hungrily, growing more needy with every taste of his lips. I can't resist him. He consumes me.... @Xoxo, Marcus