Hello kids...(yeah, I can say that and mean it now because I'm much older than I was when I first joined Vampirefreaks.)
So, This entry is my rant on how I feel about the Vampirefreaks site in general nowadays and how it compares to what the site used to be like back in 2003 when I first joined. Elders of this site should remember those old days. You know, before cults, Top Profiles, Power Bombs..and all that crap. Back in the days when users like xTheArtofGothFu & Myzaree were among the most popular members on the site. Sorry, I'm a dude, so I don't remember which male members were popular outside of Jet himself.
Anyway, VF was already a few years old back in 2003 when I joined, but with roughly just around 150,000 members, (maybe more, my memory is kinda sketchy on that), it was still pretty much in a form of infancy. I've deleted several accounts throughout the years as I've never really felt too settled on this site. This one here is probably the longest one I've had. And even today, I find myself questioning why I'm still on here. As you may have guessed by now, I really am not a huge fan of what this site has evolved into. Basically a site full of pedo's and pervs only out to score naked pics of girls of any age. Perhaps I'm being a bit harsh, I know not everyone on here is like that. But about 80% of the people I run across on here these days are exactly like that.
Back in the day from around 2004 to 2007 seemed to be the peak of greatness for this site. When cults were first introduced and everyone was really hyped about them. And members of this site were so active and friendly about chatting with one another about interests outside of Sex and other pervy topics. It really shames me to see what this once great community site has become. I know it's not the fault of Jet or any of the other VF ADMINS, or maybe it is and I'm just not aware of it. But all I know is I don't feel the same excitememnt when I log into this site as I once did. Maybe it's just a natural thing because I've grown older...who knows?...But it is what it is, and I just know I kinda wish I could say it is what it was instead.
Leave a comment letting me know how you feel about VF these days..I'd love to hear your feedback
My first attempt at writing an erotic short story in quite awhile..so I hope it's not too bad. It's based off of past erotic stories I've read, but I put my own little spin on it. Anyway...Enjoy
The balcony of the Barivoli Theater was paradise for a movie lover. The noise from the patrons who sat below was completely inaudible, and the situation of the screen in relation to the balcony seating enabled a viewer to take in every inch of the frame, savoring the carefully composed pictures that danced before them.
Those were all important considerations to Karen, a devoted movie-goer for whom the atmosphere in which she saw a film was as important as the artistic merit of the film itself. But there was one luxury the Barivoli balcony possessed that no other theater had. The rows of seats had been laid out with twice the leg room of any other theater she had ever visited. And now, as she lay slumped in the seat, legs splayed out before her and hands in her lap, that simple element was more important than all the free popcorn she could eat.
The film unspooling before her had been heavily talked about as a landmark in erotic cinema, but she had found it to be routine and pedestrian. The sexual content was indeed volcanic, but the plot and the acting were so sophomoric that she found it difficult to keep her attentions focused on the screen.
So that the evening would not be a total loss, she closed her eyes and began to fantasize, closing her eyes and pleasuring herself as she ran the sex scenes over in her mind, replacing the face of the actress on the screen with her own. Her fingers moved rhythmically in her lap, rubbing against the fabric of her tiny black skirt. She enjoyed teasing her body as long as she possibly could before actually making contact with her own skin. This game somehow made things more exciting, more intense.
Her focus was interrupted by the unsettling sensation that she was being watched. Her eyes flew open and she turned to find herself staring into the face of a man dressed in black. His eyes were the darkest and most menacing she had ever seen. His features were handsome, strong and sensual with an underlying tenderness that immediately erased any embarrassment she may have felt at being discovered in this way. Neither of them dropped their gaze or turned away, and Karen realized that her hands had not ceased their movement.
The man sat next to her, turning to face the screen. As he did so, Karen noticed the bulge in the front of his dark slacks. Her pulse quickened, and she hesitated for the briefest moment before she slid her skirt down to the floor. Her hands returned to her lap and rubbed against the soft satin of her panties. She expected to hear the sound of his zipper as he pulled himself free of the confining denim pants, but instead his hand came to rest atop her own. He made no effort to move it on his own. Instead, he followed every motion that she made, as though he wished to learn every step of this new and enticing dance. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened slightly.
The stranger now gripped her by the wrist and pulled her hand away from her lap. He placed it just above her left breast and she felt her heart racing. His hand moved slowly down her body and slid into the waistband of her panties. As his fingers began to explore her, she parted her legs to allow him full access. She pulled the panties to the side and moaned as he slipped his finger into her. He leaned over and his lips found her ear, biting and sucking at the lobe. She gasped and moaned again. "Shhhhhhhh," he whispered, and the sound of his voice sent a shiver through her body.
He pulled her underwear free from her body and she let out a small wimper as they slid down her legs. The stranger rolled the panties into a ball and held them before her face. "You mustn't disturb the other people," he whispered, and she turned, looking deeply into his eyes. She opened her mouth and allowed him to place the ball of damp fabric inside. Her lips closed and for the first time she tasted herself, the sweet juices of her own desire oozing from the panties, and for just a moment her excitement intensified so greatly that she felt herself grow dizzy.
She rose from her seat, no longer content to let his fingers explore her. She straddled him, opening her blouse and allowing her breasts to hang in the chill of the air-conditioned theater. She began to grind herself against his groin, and he pulled her toward him, his mouth finding her left nipple and sucking urgently. Her moans were swallowed by the fabric that packed her mouth, and he placed a hand firmly against her lower face, making sure she did not spit the panties out. His other hand buried itself in her hair and pulled back slowly, forcing her to tilt her head skyward and expose her throat. He kissed it, his tongue slipping from between his parted lips and tracing a line from her chin to just above her breasts.
She was trembling now, and she wanted nothing more than to pull the panties from her mouth and kiss him, tasting his tongue as it danced over her teeth. But she did not do it. She would wait for him to pull them out and place her mouth where he most desired it. Until he did so, she would force herself to wait for that reward.
But even as she thought this, his hand fell away and his lips moved to hers. His tongue forced its way past her lips. She opened wide, and he gripped the wadded fabric with his teeth and pulled it free from the damp mouth. He let them drop carelessly into his lap and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, stealing her breath away. His hands traveled down the length of her body and encircled her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. He rose from the chair, holding her close to him, never breaking the kiss. Finally, he pulled away and their eyes met once more. She unlocked her arms and he allowed her to slide slowly down his body. She folded her legs gracefully underneath her as she did so, until she reached the floor and rested in a kneeling posture before him.
Her hands rose upwards, starting at the bottom of his legs and traveling up them, massaging and kneading his inner thighs as she moved closer to his zipper. Her fingers found the tab and pulled it down slowly, the tiny ratcheting noise counting down the moments until she could reach into the opening and release his throbbing penis from within. He wore no underwear, and she paused a moment before pulling his cock free. Instead, she buried her face in the opening and inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. Her hand took the firm shaft and gently coaxed it into the open. In the light that was reflected from the screen, she saw a single glistening drop at the head of his shaft. She took him into her mouth, her faced turned upward so that she could see every subtle change of expression on the stranger's face. The noises from the soundtrack of the film now mirrored the small, soft sounds of pleasure that emerged from his throat. As she swallowed all he had to offer, her right hand moving forward to caress his balls, her left hand creeping down to her own moist opening which was eager for attention.
The stranger took her face in his hands and pulled himself free of her mouth. He lifted her to her feet and moved forward with her, guiding her as she walked backward. Her naked ass bumped against the edge of the balcony, and she quickly turned and placed her palms on it, bending over deeply and spreading her legs. She waited breathlessly as his hands found her waist and she felt him enter her, driving himself deep within her from behind. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. Her lust was deeper than it had ever been and she felt that she would climax as soon as he began to move. The stranger moved with her, thrusting deeply and pulling out until he nearly left her completely, then plunging back in as she moaned with delight. She felt her pleasure building and she pushed against him, maximizing her stimulation with each thrust.
The film danced before her, and if anyone had taken the opportunity to look above them they would have seen the images dancing across her exposed chest, bending and changing form as they hugged her breasts. The stranger moved faster now, and she could sense that he was nearing climax as well. The thought of his seed spilling into her sent her over the edge and she came violently, shaking and shuddering, plunging her fist in her mouth to keep her cries from disturbing anyone and drawing attention to the two of them. A moment later she felt his shaft spasm and felt the hot load surge into her. He did not stop his thrusts, determined to drive himself into her and send his semen as deeply into her as he could. He moaned, and she felt him trembling against her. Finally, his movements slowed, then stopped, and he pulled her to him, kissing her bare neck, and interlacing his fingers with her own.
They watched the rest of the film that way, the stranger buried deep inside of her, neither of them speaking, as though saying anything would destroy the intensity of the experience they had just shared. As the credits began to roll, he pulled out of her, and she reached down and gathered her skirt, dressing hurriedly before anyone could see her. She turned, but the stranger was gone. She was filled with an intense disappointment for a moment, until she saw the discarded film schedule lying on the carpet before her. She picked it up and saw the note he had scrawled for her, and a soft smile crossed her features. She walked down the stairs to the main lobby, sighing peacefully. They would both be back next week, but until then, the balcony is closed.
How beautiful the screams Crystal clear and serene Amongst the elusive parade You're begging to be made
A dark, lonely girl I see Blindly seeking greed You're envied by the world A rich little punk rock girl
Need I buy you another knife? Or do you feel a love for life? I'm always there to share your visions I console you through shit decisions
Another night of betrayed lust Again you've misplaced your trust Were you engaged to him, or his cock? Both just ran off and left you to rot
Peering into your emotionless eyes I finally meet the girl who cries But then I come to realize I meet her at a heavy price
Through hate and desperate need You declare your love for me You tell me I've always been the one Your eyes tear up as you raise the gun
The pain in your eyes I'll always remember Like the stale forgotten embers of December All I wanted was to feel your soft caress Instead, I get a loving slug to the chest
A lonely, broken girl I see As I fall to the floor and bleed My heart stops, my life taken abrupt The Price of Love is never enough
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