His mind reeled with the events of the evening. Never had he been so reckless and uncontrolled. He had taken that woman at the diner with no thought what so ever. She stunk of stale cigarettes and grease and yet he had fucked her to orgasm eagerly. What was going on?nnHe wandered aimlessly through the park unaware that I was following close behind. Humans are such egotistical creatures. He actually thought he had some chance of controlling himself when I was the one in control. He would do my bidding until I was ready to end it. He had performed for me twice already and I wanted to see more. I wanted to see just what he was capable of. How many times could I get him to fuck and still be functional? Could he go 4, 5, 6 times in one night? After two in the last hour he seemed to be tiring. I wanted to use him like he used his woman before taking his sweet blood. nnAs we wandered through the park I looked about for someone to help me in my “entertainment”. I used my Vampire mind to “feel” through the park. I found a woman on the far side that was very lonely. She worked long hours and didn’t have time to pursue a relationship. It had been ages since she had been with anyone other than her trusty vibrator and even that wasn’t very often.

I love having sex. Nothing pleases me more than a good fucking. Fucking beyond all belief. I have great big tits, double Ds. Plus I've got a small frame so they look even more impressive. I work out regularly, just to keep in shape for my partners.nnOf course I don't build up too much muscle; after all I don't want to intimidate any of them. I just keep my skin well toned and my body tight. Although I still get guys just because of my face. It is absolutely beautiful, if I do say so myself.nnI like guys of all sizes. Even short guys can still feel bigger than me. I'm only about five feet tall so most of my female lovers tower over me as well. When they feel like they are imposing, they fuck you better than when they are intimidated.nnI like doing lots of men and women at the same time. I once took thirteen guys and nine women all in one night. I love sucking a guy's dick, and I just love the reward God gives me for it. Man cream down my throat, I love it. I love eating pussy too, especially with heaps of people watching.nnI love pleasing others, but I'm also quite happy to be the centre of attention.

Using a small brush to apply the last of her deep maroon lipstick, Mai checked her work one last time before leaving the bathroom and preparing to head out for the evening. She went over in her head everything she thought she would need, re-verifying for the third time that she had the keys to her apartment and her emergency money safely tucked away in a hidden pocket of her small party purse. She and her two closest friends were making it a girls' night out and going to a club they had never been to before.nnIn her living room she stood far back from the large oval mirror which hung at eye level on the wall next to the front door to see how she looked. She didn't have a full-length mirror and so had to improvise as best she could. Her metallic cobalt blue sequined dress with its black accents hugged every curve of her body. Tight enough to show off her petite figure, she was only 5' 4", yet loose enough to move around in comfortably. It complemented her blunt cut, raven black hair falling down her partially exposed back.nnThe only offspring of a white father and Vietnamese mother, she had inherited the best of both genetic pools. Her hair, skin tone and elegant curves being the Asian portion while her green, rounded eyes and more angular face being the European portion. Where the two met, such as her high cheekbones and small chin, they combined to produce an exotic beauty. nnRaised in what most people would have considered a conservative household, her parents had instilled in her the value of modesty which she had carried with her until she moved to New York a few years after graduating from college. Soon after starting her first real job after school she was befriended by Christine, or Chrissy as she preferred, and Tina who very quickly absolved her of the notion that she had to hide herself under non-descript, plain jane clothes. They took her on whirlwind shopping sprees stopping at the big stores such as Macy's, Bloomingdales and Bergdorf Goodman. They dove into the small, nook-and-cranny stores hidden away in SoHo, Chelsea and the lower east side where deals on designer clothes abounded. They showed her the luxury that awaited at spas and surprised her by treating her to having her hair done by one of the most prestigious hairstylists in the city.nnThe result was a woman coming into her own. She had grown more confident as the months passed, more poised, more citified yet still retained some of the habits and sensibilities she had grown up with. Now, as she examined herself in the mirror, she contemplated changing outfits. While the color and fit were perfect for her, the reflection of the sequins almost made it look like she had on a skin of small fish scales.

My first year of college was rough in many ways. The classes were harder than I expected, the freedom was more difficult to manage, and the relationships too hard to maintain. I had kept a long distance relationship with my high school sweetheart, but it died near the end of classes. I was very depressed that summer and very lonely. I worked ridiculous overtime at two different restaurants to make money for school and I had no time for carousing with friends or looking for dates.nnIt was a chance encounter that changed my romantic prospects in a hurry. My mother had asked me to run to the mall to return a pair of shoes, I think, and I was tired from working late the previous night. I stomped through the mall, barely looking up as I passed the teeming throngs of people. When I did look up, I wished I hadn’t.nnI recognized immediately a guy from my high school, Kyle. He wasn’t my friend, but was close to a few of my other friends, so we knew each other. He was completely annoying. I hate to label myself as a homophobe or even as being prejudiced against homosexuals, but he just gave me the creeps. He wasn’t just gay, he was Broadway showgirl gay, loud and sassy and all about being gay. It just bugged me to be around him and I had no desire to chat with the guy here in the mall.nnI averted my gaze quickly and tried to ignore him as we passed, but I was recognized by the person walking with him. In my haste to ignore Kyle I had not noticed that he was walking with someone. A hand caught my shirt and my eyes swung up to see Jane, a girl I knew from school.nnJane had been a year behind me in school though she was only a few months younger than me. She was a pretty little thing with a bright, joyful smile and infections good nature.