“Let me go? Leave me here. I hurt no one.”This thing was afraid, of him. It was afraid of Black Blood, but it was also afraid of him. It really di...n’t need to be; not like Eric knew how the fuck to kill a spirit that could hide in Twilight. But if the creature was afraid of him enough to ask him this, seemed like a perfect opportunity to take advantage.“Fine,” he said.It nodded, and began to hover. That was enough to make everyone step back, as its inky, blubberous body rose into the air, and. He was Swedish.. He was staying for three weeks. I’d better get used to the spare room. We hit it off instantly. He was about my height, about my build, with classic Swedish blond hair. I have to say my first impression was that I fancied him. My next thought was did he have blond pubic hair? That night I lay awake, playing with myself as usual but I couldn’t get his face out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to fantasise he would appear. I found myself wondering about his. I continued this patter for the next couple weeks and at that point my drawings had become very intimate. i flipped through them feeling my cock become raging hard. "Chris" i heard him call. i quickly closed the book not wanting him to see what i had drawn. "yes Professor" he glared "come here." i began to walk over there when he stopped me "with the book that has had you so distracted. I am sick of you not paying attention therefor i will confiscate the distraction and you have detention for. With that said she left me to go with the barman to the kitchen area behind the bar. After a few minutes she came back with two cups of what seemed to be coffee. The barman was nowhere to be seen, and except for us two the room was empty. It was a nice day and we were having a glorious conversation between two women who clearly liked each other. She was about f******n years older than me, so she had much more experience and things to talk about. We chatted happily for hours, from Mozart's.