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Blackout (erotic
horror)
Warning: This
is not your average sex story...it is a work of erotic horror,
and should be avoided by the faint-hearted. This *is* my own
story - "Boris
Lafkin" is my local BBS handle..
Blackout
By "Boris Lafkin" and "Kitty
Pride"
@ Filly Flix (215) 722-1482
Mary Blaine
looked at the clock. 1:19 PM, and Kristin STILL hadn't
arrived. She'd been the one who'd made this lunch date; the
least she could
do was show up. Disappointed, Mary got up to leave when she
saw Kristin
rushing in the front door of the cafe, disheveled, wearing a
dress,
sunglasses, and a scarf.
Looking very embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry I kept
you waiting so
long, Mary, but I just woke up. There was this man last night..."
She
blushed.
Mary grinned wickedly. It had been a long time since Kristin
had
mentioned sex, and Mary knew this was because her luck with men
had been
terrible. Now, it seemed, her luck had changed, and she was
ripe for teasing.
"No apologies necessary, Hon. Just details, lots of juicy
details!"
Now Kristin's expression grew concerned. "Mary, I
don't remember what
happened! I wish I did, from the way I felt when I woke up this
morning,
whatever happened must've been really good. But I don't have
a clue what it
was...I'm worried, I just had a couple of drinks - I've never
had a 'blackout'
from drinking before."
"You sure you're not just holding out on me?? I know
you don't like
your old, married friend getting her kicks by listening to you
talk about your
love life."
"Honest, Mar, I don't know what happened. I remember
meeting this guy,
we had a couple of drinks, I invited him over...then BLANK!
What's even
weirder is that I don't feel hung-over..."
Realizing that Kristin was telling the truth, Mary became
concerned, and
was subdued throughout most of lunch. Kristin didn't say much,
but
practically inhaled her spinach salad, soup, and sandwich, and
drank about 6
glasses of water.
Watching all of this made Mary feel a little better. She
even laughed
to herself as she thought of just how good the sex last night
must have been,
if it left Kristin so drained.
Over coffee, she brought up the subject again. "So
when do I get to
meet Mr. Stud?"
"His name's Stone, David Stone, and you'll probably
see him next week at
the party."
"Oh, you're bringing him to Andy's birthday bash??
I don't care what
you say, he must have been good last night; you never bring your
boyfriends to
our get-togethers!"
* * *
After lunch,
Mary and Kristin said good-bye, and Kristin promised Mary
that if she remembered anything, she would let her in on it.
When they parted, Kristin watched carefully to make sure
Mary drove
away. Then she started walking, not towards home, but downtown.
She'd
managed to keep one secret from Mary: David was coming over again
tonight, and
she had decided to make sure that this night was...memorable.
Still, last night's blackout continued to worry her. Sure,
she'd drunk
some wine David had ordered; she might even have been buzzed
when she invited
David to her apartment. But she never got drunk enough to blackout.
As she walked, she carefully rehashed what she did remember.
She had
met David at a cafe last night. Seeing him across the room had
been like
touching a live wire; she was astonished at the reactions in
her body to this
man. She found herself walking over and introducing herself,
and was mildly
surprised when he invited her to join him - although men asked
her out on a
regular basis, she had to admit to herself that she tended to
attract men who
wanted mothering and caretaking. David was a man clearly capable
of taking
care of himself.
David had been ordering cups of decaf for each of them,
then suddenly
ordered champagne. She grew watchful - was this guy just trying
to get her
drunk?? But when she looked at him, she decided to keep going,
but to watch
how much he drank - before she became drunk enough to be pliant,
he would be
too drunk to do anything about it.
Actually, they had only had two drinks each, and when Kristin
shocked
herself by inviting him over, she was only feeling a little light-headed.
They had walked back to her place...
After that, nothing.
Kristin groaned. It wasn't just that she didn't like not
remembering,
but she could just imagine David's face tonight when she asked
him what had
happened.
"He'll probably get insulted and leave," she
thought. But how could she
go on not knowing what had happened?
* * *
That night,
Kristin was dressed demurely, but underneath the purple
sweater and black skirt was the most provocative underwear she
could
find...that she could bring herself to wear, she added. A black
lacy bra and
panties, a garter belt, and stockings. This was pretty daring
for Kristin,
and David had better appreciate it...She grinned. She hoped
he showed his
appreciation, too! And she was resolved not to get drunk tonight.
The doorbell rang. When she opened the door, David was
there, looking
simply beautiful. She'd never used that word to describe a man
before, but
for David, it fit. He was six feet tall, with long curly black
hair,
penetrating blue eyes, and a wide, sensuous mouth that was unbearably
kissable. Before she could start worrying about consequences,
she put her
arms around him, and kissed him. He quickly responded, and his
arms wrapped
around her, and slid up her back...
Oooooohhh, yes. Now a memory floated back from the night
before. She
had complained of a sore back, and David had offered "services
as a masseur."
Somewhat apprehensively, she had allowed herself to be convinced,
and soon she
was lying down, a towel over her legs and buttocks, offering
her bare back to
this strange man.
But it had felt so good! She remembered his long strong
fingers working
her tired muscles, massaging all the tension out of her body.
Well, not some
of the tension...His touch was getting her very aroused, and
she was now
hoping David had ulterior motives in this backrub, because she
intended to
tear off his clothes...but not before he finished...
Blank again. But now Kristin was certain that she had
probably gone to
bed with David, and that she had been a little overwhelmed by
him, but not
coerced.
Meanwhile, what was originally a "hello" kiss
suddenly turned very
passionate. "I don't think we're even going to get out
for dinner," Kristin
mused internally.
But when David scooped her up and started to carry her
into the bedroom,
he tried to put a stop to it. "Hold it, now, honey, slow
down..." she
started. Then his eyes caught her, and her voice faded away.
Once in the
bedroom, he let her down again, leaned forward and began kissing
her again,
and thoughts of dinner, of propriety, of doing anything but making
love melted
from her mind.
His kisses soon wandered across her face, and down her
neck. She moaned
as he found the very sensitive spot on her neck, and let his
tongue tease her
skin. She found her way back to his mouth, and began kissing
him fiercely,
deeply...Her own desire startled her, but she continued to return
his passion
in full.
She felt them tumble on top of her bed, and her hands fumbled
with his
shirt; she just had to get it off him - she knew he was about
to do the same
to her, she wanted to feel his skin against hers...She felt a
small surge of
triumph as she succeeded in getting the shirt off. She admired
his trim,
powerful build, though she wondered why someone so obviously
concerned with
keeping fit was so pale. "Does he wear number 80 sunblock?"
she wondered,
amused.
After kissing and caressing all the parts of her face and
neck left
vulnerable by her sweater, he easily lifted it over her head
and tossed it
away. Kristin wanted to stop him when he went right for the
skirt as well,
but again his eyes paralyzed all thoughts of protest. When he
had her down to
her lacy underthings, his eyes wandered over her and she felt
his response
against her. "Oh, Kristin...you shouldn't have," he
murmured appreciatively.
"Terrible liar", she retorted. She felt triumph
that she had pleased
him...It didn't occur to her at the time that these were his
first words to
her this night.
This time, when David began kissing her, it was on the
shoulders and the
exposed tops of her breasts. Her response was to wrap her arms
around him
fiercely, and to draw him closer.
Another flashback to the night before. David had completed
the backrub,
then done the backs of her legs. When he started on her buttocks,
she had to
strain herself to stay put - his hands had driven her wild!
When she had
thought she was as aroused as one woman could be, he had turned
her over and
started massaging her breasts, almost making her scream. He
had eventually
worked his fingers over every part of her body, from eyebrows
to fingers to
toes and everywhere in between. She remembered orgasming at
least three
times...
David's mouth on her breast jolted her back to the present;
while she
had been lost in reverie, her bra had been removed and discarded,
and now her
lover was gently nursing from her left nipple...then her right...then
her
left...now his tongue slowly traced a circle around each breast,
travelled the
full length of the hollow between, then returned to the nipples
to begin
nibbling slightly...
By now Kristin was in heaven. It soon became apparent
that David's
skill with his hands and fingers was equalled with his lips tongue,
and teeth.
And he repeated the thoroughness of the previous night - there
soon wasn't a
single spot on her body that hadn't been graced by his mouth.
When David reached the moistness between her thighs, she
cried out in
relief as her first orgasm shot through her. He had been building
up for so
long, she had wondered just how patient this man was. As he
had continued
moving over her, she had managed to get him as naked as herself,
and she saw
his arousal, was certain he wanted her, and yet he just kept
on..."MMMMMNNNNNnnnn," she moaned as he brought her
pleasure to another peak.
This man was just too much!
She was beginning to wonder how long he would hold out
when his tongue
began a long upward climb, past her belly, ribs, breasts, shoulders...She
felt
him against her thigh, then he covered her mouth with his own
and swallowed
her gasp as he eased himself into her body.
She moaned and writhed, she had never felt so good...even
last night,
she thought.
Now, it seemed, everything came back to her. They had
made love last
night, and it had been almost this good. She lay back and looked
up at her
newfound lover, looking at her with such love, such passion,
and she felt her
pleasure rising within her.
"Oh, baby, please, do it faster, I'm going to come!"
she cried. And
just like that, his tempo increased...his thrusts became harder...deeper...
"MMMMMMMM...OOOOO...UUUUUUUNGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her orgasm was
overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over her. Her heart
pounded in her
chest, her back arched, and her legs gripped David's body.
Then David's hands locked on her shoulders, his face moved
close,
kissing her enraptured face, moving down her cheek...then suddenly,
through
the immense pleasure, she felt a stab of pain in the most sensitive
part of
her neck. She screamed again, this time in pain and terror,
and fought
desperately to escape, but her lover's hold on her was like steel.
The nails
being driven into her neck fused with the thundering in her belly,
and the
roaring in her ears, and she collapsed. As she felt her blood
ebbing out of
her, she moaned again, then sighed, as the world faded away...
* * *
As David
Stone drank, he thought to himself, "This one is special."
Her
long-untapped sexual potential, unleashed by orgasm, made her
blood sweet and
powerful. He gained little pleasure from the sex (attaining
an erection was
in fact a major task), but it was worth it as he fed on the ripened
fruit that
was Kristin.
When he finished, he looked down, almost lovingly at her.
And he sent a
message to her unconscious mind:
+Soon,
my sweet, you will be one of us. For now, you will
remember none of this, as before. You will wake
up feeling warm,
satisfied, and happy. And you will be eagerly looking
forward to
tomorrow night, when I will take you the third time,
and bring you
over.+
And with
that he rose, dressed, and vanished into the night.
BL & KP |