She would often permit him to feed from an impaled victim. Then, when he was covered in the victim's blood, they would make rough and passionate love ...n front of the staked-out and dying. This, however, was the first time she ever offered him her own blood to feed upon.Vlad hesitated, and Elsa bit into his neck and shoulders with a savage ferocity, drawing fresh blood that he didn't feel he could spare. Angrily, he bit into her neck in retaliation and sucked hot, red nectar from her throat. His. “You up to doing it again?” she spoke to the darkness of the night.I sat there smiling to myself. I knew we would fall asleep in a lovers embrace again tonight as we had done many times the year before. And yet there were subtle differences about it all. We were more comfortable with one another. There was some sense of being a ‘couple’ now. A bonding had been established and to a degree, a commitment. I knew for a fact, that if it wasn’t for the looks on my c***dren’s faces, the youngest being. I almost didn't recognize Ms. Baker, my math teacher. When at school she always had her blonde hair up in a tight bun, her dark rimmed glasses framing her blue eyes and a jacket and skirt combo not showing off any of her womanly charms. The typical "schoolteacher" look stereotyped in all the current television programs. This was a new to me Ms. Baker. She was wearing a Boston baseball cap with her long blonde ponytail flowing from under it. Tight jeans and a loose fitting flannel shirt ideal. Aur ha Yogu ras to bohut bhara hua hai. Magar daba daba ke chusoge to sara ras pi paoge. Aur mast smile karte has padi. Main bhi ha bhabhiji aap ek bar dekh lo, ki kaise daba daba kar chusta hu aapke aam. Aap khud dekh lena kaise. Chus chus kar daba daba ke sara ras pita hu.Aapke aamo mein se ap hamesha mere jaisa chusne wala kabhi apne dekha nahi hoga. Aur us raat ka khana khakar, mein bola ki mein hamare dusre ghar mein sone ka raha hu. Ab bhabhi ko call karte bola. Bhabhi main aa raha hu aam.