It is said he lives in an age of enlightenment, but man still fears the darkness. It is my soul’s fate to be persecuted, I suppose. Or my body’s, ...ince my soul no longer exists. (If it ever did.) Why did Torquemada choose to spare me from death? Was he ‘sparing’ me at all? Or did he think that un-death was the greater punishment for one of my ilk? He certainly was impassioned when he bit me, enflamed. I can still feel his hot breath on my neck, smell the stench of his arousal. (Do I smell like. "No!" she moaned. "No!" I love him!She frigged her clit faster, imaging it was Kyle fucking her. His loving hands on her back, his wonderful cock pumping in her pussy. Pleasure built and built inside of her, a huge flood that threatened to drown her."He cheated on you with Chyna!" Ms. Franklin moaned, fucking her harder. "I saw him!"A moment of clarity fell on Christy. This is the spell cast on Kyle and Chyna. Ms. Franklin was the bitch that cast the spell on them. She's the one that tried to. Early to bed, early to rise was no longer an option as the biotech company he researched for wanted results faster than proper science would allow it. His eyelids drooped, almost touching the cavernous bags underneath. The PA system announced his station as the next one, startling him back to reality. His legs expended a lot of effort getting upright, craving nothing more than the somnolence a soft mattress could impart. All his muscles yearned for the same, except his heart which only wanted. I then without my sense placed my hand on her bare hip that touch made me hard.I slowly raised her head and we were looking into each other eyes and I slowly leaned forward and put my lips on hers. She was not making any moment and I slowly made her lips open with my tongue and put my hand on her hips and pressed it slowly she left out a slight moan aaahhh.I was kissing her very passionately and she too started responding to me and we were kissing like mad couples,I slowly moved my hand to her.