Night Tryst

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She giggled as I pushed her against a tree trunk and kissed her neck.

This was my favorite spot for secret trysts. It was in the public park, but in an area covered enough by leafy branches to hide my little escapades, to hide my many sins.

She playfully struggled against my touch as I nonchalantly took off her shirt and tossed it aside, where it was caught by the dark bushes. I felt her shiver in my arms as I gently stroked her hair.

“Shh, poppet,” I whispered in her ear, licking at her lobes. “Relax and enjoy. I’ll take care of you.”

She smiled at me and closed her eyes. I enjoyed feeling her skin under my fingertips as I pressed my lips on her neck. I felt the steady pulse from her jugular and took a sharp intake of breath, excited at the find. With a quick movement, I sunk my eye teeth into the vein.

She gasped a little, but stayed still. I licked at her blood greedily, as she sighed and dreamt of happy things. Delicious.

It was too easy, and I suppose I was hungry that night. I did not notice when she started grabbing at my hair and pushing against me, nor did I notice how pale she was starting to look. All I could think about was savoring the sweet iron taste of her blood mixed with the smell of the dewy grass.

Soon, I felt her heartbeat weaken, and she slumped against me. I got up and wiped my mouth, watching the trickle falling from her neck wound. I took up her shirt and dressed her as well as I could and laid her on the foot of the tree.

I lit a cigarette and surveyed the area. This was my favorite spot for secret trysts. It was covered enough by leafy branches to hide my little escapades, to hide my many sins.

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First written November 19, 2017.
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