Exactly one week now. Exactly one week since I learnt how it really feels to lose someone precious. Nothing changes and everything goes on. You have t..., too. Somehow.I'm vaguely conscious of your presence. It does not fill my head like it's supposed to. The fire's been reduced to a spark that needs to be fanned. Even when I look up into your dark eyes, it's a struggle to recognise the passion, compassion and primal lust in them. I miss your eyes. I miss your gaze. It gives me my worth, and I. "No big plans for Halloween Night?" she asked."None. You?" I responded."Mine is actually more of a hope than a plan. I am hoping that Dracula will steal into my boudoir, bite my neck, tear off my nightie and then fuck me into submission," she answered in a low voice.I was at a loss for words as my heart begin to beat rapidly and I felt my cock begin to thicken. It had been a few years since I gotten laid while in my Dracula costume and make up."Anything is possible m'dear," I responded.A. I was remembering the feel of them on mine when she kissed me. I let my mind wander and imagined feeling her lips on my skin, softly caressing me. I imagined them wrapped gently around my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. I was so glad my arousal was hidden by the table. She was telling me again of all the sexual stories her clients would relate to her. She mentioned how she felt jealous of them because it had been so long since she had experienced anything like that. Her words were. "Why thank you," I said, extending myhand. "It's nice to see you again." Dan took my hand in his and gaveit a kiss. "The pleasure is all mine milady." Hmm," I grinned, "I didn't think they made men like you anymore." My mother taught me to treat women with respect."So says the guy who was just drooling over my legs and my tits a fewminutes ago. But I guess I'll let it slide. THIS time. He's luckyhe's cute."That's good to know," I said. "Come sit down," I told Dan, patting thebar stool.