June 6, 1993 10:14pm Simone knelt at the foot of her bed. I loved watching her raven hair shimmering down her pale back. Her lush, ripe cheeks quivered. Simone knelt between Nora's legs. Poised at the very edge of the black satin sheets, Nora's mousy-brown hair shook as Simone suckled her left breast needfully.
In "Vampire Seductress," Ross brings to his lair a certain young blonde named Leslie... but she's so scintillating that he cannot follow through, and he sends her home alive.
In "Red On Black," he meets Leslie again. This time, he definitely follows through.
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I swerved to her right breast. I pushed her mortal nipple up against my immortal palate. "Jesus," she panted. "Jesus make love to me!" Leslie's woman-scent had been seeping out... but when I laid her down on the garnet carpet, pushed up her white miniskirt and ripped open her black bikini bottoms... her woman-scent billowed like a house-afire. Her golden pubic hair was matted--she was a sweaty mortal on a bitchin' hot night. My tongue joyously fished into her hot crescent--she yipped--my tongue pushed up--"Jeeesus!"--my tongue pushed down--"No God"--my tongue pushed up--"Mother Mary!" Seconds later, Leslie's entire body shook. Her orgasm consumed her--even her teeth chattered. My tongue lolled. I kissed my way up her heaving belly and ribs, then I rose up on my knees. I grasped my pale, pulsing cock. I stroked once. "Oh, Leslie." I stroked twice. "I should've done this the first time!" Leslie was cooing indecipherably, then her eyelids flipped open. "What?" Her face jerked up from the carpet. "What do you mean--" A third stroke-- She screeched as my bloody jism splattered upon her hot, beautiful breasts. "God almighty!" My free hand clapped across her forehead. Her head thudded back to the floor, her eyelids descending. Her limp, flaxen curls fluttered and settled upon the garnet carpet. For a few seconds, I watched my bloody jism flowing down and around Leslie's breasts. Then I bent and drove my fangs into her neck. I drank Leslie.
Mood: Satisfied Music: Carfax Abbey, "The Healing"
Tennessee Williams once said: "I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire."
This quote, which I read in the mid-1980s, subconsciously guided me through the composition of "Vampire Seductress" and the working-in-progress sequel, "Red On Black." (I'm nearing the end of Chapter 12, if you're curious.)
The majority of the vampires' victims possess at least one attribute that I find desirable. Sometimes, several attributes.
And the vampire femmes . . . ah, they are truly succulent, truly sensual, truly the stuff of dreams--or nightmares.
As the vampires return to their limousine, Ross walks by that same building again. A decidedly morbid entry:
So we strode by that building again, wherein I'd dutifully and daily corrected grammar, consulted Black's Law Dictionary, squinted at blurry faxes, and cursed miry penmanship. That building symbolized working for a living and paying bills twice a month. It also symbolized Jane Hampton, a legal secretary, my confidante, my next great love... but then Simone arrived, that night at the Nitro. Now Jane decayed in a cemetery.
Just watched "Female Vampire" (1973) starring Lina Romay
June 04, 2011, 12:00:am
Directed by Jess Franco.
The only reason to watch this movie is Lina Romay. She is beautiful, sensual, and torrid. The majority of her scenes are nude. The camera absolutely worshipped her body. Her masturbation scene is sublime.
But the plot is paper-thin. The soundtrack is a mystery . . . I mean, some tracks sounded like the piano music in Snoopy cartoons on TV! And the actor who played the blind man is a total scream--I think his sideburns came from another planet!
