The vampire wanted pain, he wanted cries; a physical response telling him who he was and that he could do this type of damage to the flesh. But that w...s the vampire inside him, the a****l fury inside him was enraged. For years he had waited for a companion and for years he had only lovers who graced his presence and bed sheets. No one had truly wanted him; they only wanted to be turned or to bask in his riches. Years of that and one could get pretty pissed when the real thing was within reach. I think most of you know how it goesfrom there. In retrospect her underwear and for that matter her clotheswas pretty mundane but I was drawn to them. I am sure I looked like aclown as her clothes as they were too big for me and more suited to a1950' s housewife but I was in seventh heaven.I was 13 when my father died of a massive coronary. My mother wasdevastated and a lost soul. She took a second job to pay the bills and besure I could go to college so I could have a better life than she did.. Inspecting her, she looked unharmed except for her hand and wrist trapped under the end of the handlebar that speared her.When I eased the handlebar up, I groaned loudly. Rachael’s wrist had been crushed. She stirred, regained consciousness and, before I could say a word, screamed and passed out.It took me far too long to make it to the house, my foot exploding with breath-robbing fire as I hopped. Fear gripped me so tightly I thought I was about to have a heart attack. The emergency responders. It wasn’t a pee-stain either; no argument about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain! So here I was, standing in the locked cubicle, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, and in my hands I had a pair of someone else’s cum-stained swim-shorts!I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the pool wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very cubicle I was now standing in and then left.