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 Interlude (P.S.  series Part 2)
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   I left the bar at closing time-- 2am.  After more than a few drinks I
decided to walk home rather than drive.  It was only a few blocks to my
apartment, and I didn't want to risk a DUI or worse.

   As I reached the corner of the second block, I felt a slight chill, like
someone was watching me.  I attributed it to my inebriated state and pulled
my leather jacket tighter around me.

   Finally, I reached the door to my building and let myself in.  I still
hadn't totally shaken the ides that I was being watched, so I looked behind
myself quickly as I ascended the stairs to my third-floor apartment.

   I was feeling a little more than drunk by now, so I decided to take a
cool shower to calm my nerves.  I removed my clothes and placed them on the
armchair in the corner of my room.  Fuck it--I'd put them in the hamper
tomorrow.

   After my cool shower I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into my
bedroom.  I sat on the bed, feeling a little dizzy, and put my head in my
hands.  I heard a slight movement in the corner of the room and looked up
quickly.  I stifled a scream as my intruder came into blurry focus.  I
hadn't seen him in over a year, however I could never have forgotten his
marble complexion and pale-green mirror-like eyes.  In what seemed like the
blink of an eye he was standing in front of me, gazing down into my eyes.
As had happened before, my unease was replaced with slow lust, burning
first in my abdomen, then spreading into my breasts and spine, and between
my thighs.  He seemed to sense my heightening arousal, and reached out to
stroke my cheek.  His touch was cold but electric, and I closed my eyes at
the sensation.

   I felt a gentle tugging at the front of my towel, and opened my eyes as
he drew aside first one end, then the other, exposing my breasts and
stomach to the cool night air.My nipples hardened immediately in the sudden
chill, and my intruder reached out one cold hand to fondle my breasts. 
First one, then the other.

   Feeling light-headed, I allowed him to push me backward on to the bed,
and he knelt between my legs.  I felt a tremor pass through me as his hot
tongue found my clitoris and he rolled his tongue around and over it untilI
could take no more.  I begged him to stop, but he kept up his teasing a few
second more, nearly driving me to a screaming orgasm.

   As he pulled away I heard his gravelly, low chuckle which had invaded my
most intimate dreams since our first meeting.

   My eyes closed, I heard him unzip his pants and heard the soft rustling
of clothes falling to the floor.

   When I opened my eyes, he was fully nude, and his lust for me was
apparent.

   Before he could object, I turned around on the bed to come face-to-face
with his manhood.  I began licking and kissing his shaft and was rewarded
by a throaty groan which seemed almost inhuman.  finally he placed both
hands on the back of my head and directed his organ into my mouth.  I was
again surprised by the heat of it, as the rest of his body was as cold as
marble.

   After slowly pleasuring him by his direction, he pulled away from me. 
At first I thought I had done something wrong, but my fear vanished when he
used one arm to lift me and turn me over with a strength that was more than
human.

   I lay there, on my stomach, when suddenly I felt his hot lips and tongue
on my neck.  As I had so long ago, I felt the sharpness of his teeth on my
neck, but light as a feather, teasing.

   I felt him place one massive arm under my hips and lift until my body
was bent at an angle under him.  Using one knee he spread my legs and
placed the head of his manhood at the entrance to my vagina.  I was a
little frightened, remembering how large he was the last time, and hoping
he would be as gentle with our lovemaking again.

   No such luck.  I groaned in a mixture of agony and pleasure as he thrust
quickly into me and began a rapid pace of fucking me.The gentleness he had
shown last time was replaced by raw lust, and I dug my nails into the soft
bed to keep fom crying out.

   However, through the pain was the strongest pleasure I had ever felt.  I
felt his lips and teeth hot on my neck and a sudden piercing pain caused me
to orgasm strongly.

   I felt him draining the blood from me, but this time I did not pass out.
When he finished and climaxed as well, he licked the spot where he had
bitten me gently.  I was sore from our lovemaking, and still a bit drunk,
but as he rolled over beside me I snuggled back into his strong arms.

   "Who are you" I asked, not really expecting an answer.  Again I received
only a throaty laugh and a soft brush on my cheek.  "Sleep now," I heard
his gravelly voice say.  Within moments I fell into a deep sleep, and
dreamt of demons and angels.

   I awoke to the doorbell ringing, and looked at the clock, realizing it
was early afternoon.  I put on my robe and answered the door, to find a
deliveryman hidden behind two-dozen long-stemmed black roses.  I thanked
the man and brought the flowers inside.I smelled each flower, which smelled
of my lover.  I opened the small attached card, which was signed only
"P.S."
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