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 CRESCENDO (P.S.  Series-- Part 3)
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   I hadn't seen him in months.  I wasn't sure I'd even see him again.  I
wasn't even sure if I wanted to see him again.

   I'd dated, off and on, and every relationship ended the same.  I broke
it off, claiming that they "just aren't what I need in a man."

   The first was Tom.  He was sweet, bought me flowers every week, just for
the hell of it.  He was gentle and kind in bed, and always made sure I came
before he did.  That relationship lasted less than a month.  He cried and
asked me to give him another chance, but I knew no matter how many chances
I gave him, it had been over almost from the time it started.

   Then there was James, the bad-boy type I usually fall for, with the
earrings and tattoos and a motorcycle.  He was somewhat violent in bed,
which was a turn-on until the night he hit me so hard I had to wear
sunglasses for a week to hide the black eye.  That was a violent breakup,
resulting in a broken windshield and slashed tires-- all mine, of course. I
even had to file a restraining order against him.

   Finally there was Marcus, the shy, computer-geek type that I crave.  He
had never slept with a woman, so our first time together was sweet but
awkward.  He came too soon, and was so apologetic about it it made me want
to cry.  We stayed together for a while after that, and the sex gradually
improved, but within 2 months' time I asked him to leave.  He took it
stoically, though I know I really hurt him.

   After that relationship disaster I decided to swear off men for awhile.
Not that I wanted to play for the all-girls team, but I figured I could
handle my own needs for awhile.  I bought various dildos and vibrators,
figuring I'd find something to suit my fancy.

   After months of experimentation, I'd found my favorite "toy"-- a large
black vibrator that took 4 "D" batteries.  Very powerful.  It led me to
many nights of screaming orgasms.  (Fortunately there were no tenants in
the surrounding apartments to hear my screams of ecstasy.)

   It was on one of these nights that my visitor appeared again.  It was
raining and thudering loudly outside, my favorite nightly weather
conditions, and I was pleasantly snuggled under the covers with my favorite
vibe, making sounds I know were more animal than human.  After I finally
came, screaming, and my breathing returned to normal, I opened my eyes.  I
rolled out of bed, a little weak in the knees, and walked toward the
bathroom, unaware of anyone else in the room.  I showered slowly, letting
the warm water linger over my body on this cool night.

   Done with my shower, I toweled off and walked naked out of the bathroom,
letting the cool air caress my body.  I heard a slight movement to my left
and gasped as I saw my inhuman lover sitting quietly in the room's single
armchair.  I was afraid to ask, but I had to know.  "How long have you been
here?" He chuckled-- a low, devious sound.  "Long enough."

   I felt the blood rush to my face in embarrassment and I looked away from
him, unsure whether to apologize for my indescretion or say nothing at all.
I heard him rise from the chair and move to stand behind me.  He kissed the
back of my neck slowly, and a shiver went down my spine, causing my nipples
to harden immediately.  I noticed that his clothes were updated from the
last time I had seen him.  He was wearing a black silk shirt and loose
black pants, but no shoes.

   Suddenly I felt his cold hands cup my full breasts, and I moaned lightly
and leaned back into his strong arms.  Again I felt his lips and tounge hot
on my neck, and my knees buckled for a moment, but those strong arms held
me up.  I felt his fingers on my nipples, teasing, I turned around slowly,
with no resistance, and unbuttoned his silk shirt, tracing kises down his
hairless chest with each button undone.  He groaned, giving me the
satisfaction of knowing the effect I was having on him.  Shirt undone, he
removed it quickly in one fluid motion, and began to undo the drawstring on
his pants until I stopped him, placing my hands over his.  "Let me," I
whispered breathlessly.  He obliged, and in moments I had the drawstring
undone and his pants slipped softly to the floor.  His desire for me was
immediately apparent, and I sank to my knees on the soft carpet and began
licking the length of his shaft.  He moaned softly, which only served to
heighten my arousal and I began to increase my ministrations, alternating
between licking the length of his shaft and sucking the head of his
manhood.

   I could taste the salty pre-come on my lips, before he reached down to
stand me up.  He growled a wolf-like growl, and I could see fire burning in
his pale green eyes.  He sat down on the bed with his back against my thick
pillows and motioned for me to climb onto the bed as well.  As I climbed
onto the bed, he reached out with strong arms and pulled me onto his lap,
impaling me fully on his manhood.  It had been so long since our last
encounter that I needed a few moments to adjust to the length and girth of
him, and he was patient with me until I was fully able to accomodate him.
Then, those strong arms lifted me gently and placed me back down, setting
the pace for our slow lovemaking.  When I began to move on my own, he
focused his attention on my breasts, sucking and pinching one nipple, then
the other.  My efforts were rewarded with a throaty groan, and my panting
was becoming more rapid and turning into soft mewling.

   Suddenly he began bucking his hips up into me, pushing his shaft harder
inside me, and I felt the familiar teeth on my neck and a sharp, piercing
pain there.  I begged for more and he obliged, until I came so hard that I
saw only stars before my eyes, and could make only incomprehensible sounds.
Seconds later he came as well, with a groan so loud I'm sure it shook the
entire building.

   Moments later I was snuggled back into his arms, still shaking from the
aftershocks of my orgasm.  As before, he was gently licking my wounds.  I
gained the courage to say what I hadn't said before, "I know what you are."
He froze for a moment, seemingly afraid of my revelation.  "It's okay, I'm
not upset or anything.  Actually I think it's kinda neat.  Being a creature
of the night and all." He sighed a pensive sigh and said nothing.  I was
afraid I'd said something wrong.  "Please don't leave me.  Not yet." I felt
him nod in agreement.  "I will stay with you as long as I can." I fell
asleep with him still holding me, a deep sleep with no dreams.

   When I woke up, it was daylight, and my lover was gone.  This time,
instead of his typical long-stemmed black rose, was a long-stemmed, thorned
red rose.  I picked it up and in the process stuck myself on one of the
thorns.  A small bead of blood formed on my finger, and i stuck my finger
in my mouth, tasting my own blood.  It was sweet.  Only then did I notice
the small envelope that had been underneath the rose, I was tied shut with
a claret ribbon.  I opened the card and withdrew the note inside.  It read
"My love, until we meet again.  P.S."

   My heart fluttered at the thought of our next meeting. 
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