It seemed to be my lucky day. She had flaming red hair and pale skin like white silk. The pretty golden bracelet around her wrist caught my attention as she tucked a perfect strand of hair behind her pale ear.
We spoke. I introduced myself. She was so pretty and her name was Rebecca.
We took a walk on the beach.
As she leaned her face towards the fading sun I realized how beautiful she was, far sexier than the girl of my dreams.
I wondered what it would be like to make love to her. I asked her out. My heart knew that she was my perfect match.
I glanced at Rebecca and caught the sight of her dreamy sea blue eyes. I imagined looking deep into her eyes and kissing her.
It would be pure ecstasy. We would be the perfect couple.
We liked all the same things, would spend all our time together and be perfectly happy. All the things I hated about myself would no longer matter.
She would love me no matter what.
Just as I was summoning the courage and frantically trying to think of how to ask her about her vampire blood, she stood up and walked over to greet a dark haired girl at the other end of the beach.
Yet I was not worried. With unusual certainty I believed she would come back. I was her soul mate; she had to feel that.
Then something happened that shattered my perfect future.
The girl raised her lips and kissed Rebecca. I cursed myself for my innocence, my untruthful hopes.
How could I be foolish enough to lose her heart to a stranger?
I reflected that love at first sight was not as wonderful as I imagined it out to be and returned to battling my own loneliness and self-hatred. I was still fat and lonely again.
Shortly thereafter from going from place to place, I met a mistress vampire.
I was straight forward in what I wanted. It was blood. The mistress accepted in exchange for mine.
Her blood was extremely potent, and was able to last for months, not like that cheap vampire blood I encountered before.
I was keeping small tubes of her blood to last me for months, and I was on my way to life success, with a big fucking smile on my face.
I was on my way to reaching my goal. A few days later I was down to 15 pounds and had a lot more fat to shed.
I was going out to raves and drinking heavily.
Guys started to notice me. They were men and not vampires.
I had dropped 45 pounds! I still had tubes of the mistress’s blood which was enough to last me for months and I was joyful about it.
But there was one vampire there that I met called Jensen at a rave one night. He was married but he was truly a god, he was that beautiful. Men just didn’t cut it for me anymore, I wanted a vampire.
He was flawless. We went to the washroom at the rave and we were going to do it there. He knew how to lure me in. He was exciting.
His voice is one that you would hear in the pulse in your throat, feel in the blood of your limbs, know and keep in the deepest vacations of your mind. His voice can seduce you and make you wet, and calm you into a sense of sanctuary.
He smelled like an erotic mixture of life, and passion, and was very mysterious for extra appetite.
His touch could make every part of you, soaking into your pores and entering into your very blood.
I thought to myself that vampires didn’t care about looks just blood. I was getting thin for myself, for peace of mind. How can I compete with other thin women? Did I need to? Was I flawless? No. Perfect? Almost I thought.
I was losing weight fast. I could tally my faults but I didn’t want to. I was a woman who’s was far from being perfect.
Could I have been as exciting as him? I could have changed my appearance. I could have cut my hair, or permed it, or dyed it, and wore a different outfit every day, but in the end it was still me.
I always wanted to be more exciting. I knew that I could not measure up to. I could never measure up to Jensen.
I just went on, and took my share of him. After all, in some ways I had more. I wanted to bare his children.
I felt like the roller coaster ride Jensen decided to take, and that he said he wouldn’t want to get off even if he could.
But still, it will be just a matter of time before he returned to his wife again.
Where was my pride? Where was my dignity? I imagined Jensen as his mistress in the Oceans, and I would always have a large part of him in my heart.
I would be in his blood, as the Oceans were in the blood of all people who were sailed. Jensen was powerful.
I wasn’t his touch stone, his love for something solid and fashionable.
I wasn’t the one he shared the morning with, and the dinners with candle lights.
I was more like his side show skinny whore.
I wasn’t the one who smelled of roses and far off wild flowers.
One night I was to meet Jensen in the forest for another secret encounter.
The rays of the fading sun filtering through the branches penetrated the darkness that was swallowing the forest. I walked along the soft, damp moss of the forest grounds.
The tree’s lenient murmur against the breeze was like a serenade, soothing and seductive. Jensen had cabin in the forest.
The forest path divided into two, one leading through the forest back to Jensen’s cabin and the other ending, opening up to a pond. I turned right, toward the path leading to the pond.
It was almost night and the air was still warm.
Nights here usually brought the cool air. My heart was full of gladness and started beating very fast when Jensen’s dancing eyes met me at the pond.
Jensen glared into my eyes and he was able to manipulate my surroundings, and not many vampires had this power.
As he was getting closer to greet me, his light smooth steps turned to manly, rugged steps toward me.
I could no longer hear the tree’s movements with the breeze; I could hear the beats of my heart pounding.
His eyes were unusually pretty that night. My body was sweating, and my heart was beating faster.
I touched my face to be assured it wasn’t a dream. I sighed with a sense of relief. I wasn’t totally sure though.
We kissed very passionately. Jensen took me from behind and fucked me doggy style. “Harder, harder baby! Fuck me faster!” I yelled. Jensen’s cock was like an engine that could. He was pounding my then tight ass.
I was joyful that I was being fucked as a skinny bitch. Knowing that I wasn’t being fucked as the fat ugly cow bitch that I was made me feel like royalty. Jensen spoke out as he fucked me from behind.
“You like that you skinny fucking whore!” he yelled. I laughed as I was squirting on Jensen’s hard cock.
In the morning, a ray of the morning sun escaped through the clouds and pierced through the forest.
We slept in the shade near the pond. Jensen didn’t look exhausted as many men do after a long time of passionate sex.
It was very early and I had all the time in the world to do whatever. Jensen most likely had to tend to his vampire wife.
He got off the ground and slowly stepped away from me and rubbed his face and raking his fingers through his hair.
I splashed water in my face from the pond to get refreshed. We walked to his cabin. I looked into the reflection in the mirror.
I wasn’t skinny enough. I had to up my doses of vampire blood before going to sleep at night. I had to make sure I was losing what I wanted to lose.
I remembered how passionate the night before was and I just wanted to go back to the pond and make love to Jensen.
We rushed back into his bedroom, in the cabin and started to kiss and before I knew it I was riding Jensen’s cock like bull ride.
Afterword we walked to the pond and we went for a swim. We skinny dipped into the pond which was unusually deep. We went underwater together and there were all kinds of beautiful sites in the pond.
There were things there that I have never seen. My heart was beating fast
er which would always when I was near him. I had a feeling that he would spend the day with me.
We came out of the pond after a beautiful tour of the other world beneath the pond. He stretched his arm to grasp the spring breeze with a smile.
While the heavy breath he took filled his lungs, gladness, pain and disappointment was in my heart. As I closed my eyes to recall the sex from last evening a soft smile took over my face.
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at Jensen. He had never looked so sexy. Suddenly, from across the pond was a woman.
The clouds made day seem like evening. It was Jensen’s wife. I looked at Jensen and he looked at me in disappointment then looked at her as if caught in the act.
She was beautiful. She looked like she knew what was going on. Her long light brown hair falling down her hips was like a waterfall; the beautiful blue dress that looked custom made, the eyes, they glowed with love.
It was hard to distinguish between her cherry red lips and roses; you could feel the softness of the snow white skin just by looking.
She had a perfect flawless complexion. I was very envious of her. She looked at me with a suspicious smile.
She then looked at Jensen. She spoke to him with a warm smile.
Even her voice sounded like a heavenly, warm, comforting and relaxing. I walked away slowly as they conversed.
She pressed his neck lightly with her hand and they jumped into the pond. I jumped in soon after to see what they were up to.
Surprisingly she seemed to breathe in water. She went to the bottom of the pond holding his hand.
The sun started to shine and lit up the darkness of the pond and exposed many mysteries of the pond that were obscure to the outside world.
I knew that pond fish were different but not like this. The pond seemed to have extremely beautiful colors and designs that I had never seen. It was a delightful look at a world rarely seen by anyone.
It was hard to believe that such an amazing creation was there beneath that deep water.
The feeling of freedom from gravity, and the lukewarm feeling of the water filled my heart with overwhelming joy and peace.
All I wanted was to live in that pond forever. As I slowly looked at Jensen’s face which seemed peaceful yet painful, his heart was still felt by me.
I never followed them any further as they disappeared into the deep pond.
I needed to catch my breath and went back up to catch some air. I finally left the area and didn’t wait for them to return.
I left the area and moved on to continue my journey.
A couple of weeks had past and I was bored out of my mind.
After days of partying I practically ran out of things to do. I walked around town practically looking for trouble, or at least hoping for it.
There was nothing interesting to do. I rented a house out down by a lake. I loved the privacy. I actually enjoyed some quiet time once in a while.
I was sitting comfortable on the couch, reading a book when I heard a knock on the door. I approached the door slowly since I was not expecting anyone.
As I opened the door, a hot mailman stood there.
He was delivering me a package. I took the package and shut the door, went into the living room and ripped off the cover of the package.
There were roses and a chocolate box and I opened it with joy. Something suddenly had me thinking. I did not know who the package was from.
There was a card. I opened the card and it read: “Remembering the good times.” That was interesting since I had many good times.
It was the strangest thing ever. No one knew I was staying at the house. This was a total mystery. I was getting high while eating the chocolates.
I was so stoned out of my mind I must have been hallucinating.
I climbed up to the roof top and used a crossbow and shot an arrow aiming at the unicorns that ran by. I was missing all of them.
I had thought I had great archery skills even though I was missing every target. I climbed down the roof with a smile as she hit one of the unicorns successfully. It was bleeding like crazy.
I decided, to try the unicorn’s blood for a light snack.
It was pretty warm and sweet. It had no power to make me lose weight since it was all in my head, and it seemed very real at the time.
I had enough of the blood.
I walked over to my vehicle to take a drive into town when something caught his attention.
A sense of fear surrounded my mind. I was still high and hallucinating. After seeing blood smear on the outside of the vehicle, fear was in the air. I read what was on the vehicle. It read:
“I’ll be expecting you at the pond tonight.”
The great feeling of my heart was beating with different feelings and I had smile on my face and I was so happy and relieved.
I knew who it was. I was pretty sure it was. I had been longing to meet Jensen again since that time I walked away.
I wondered if I was still hallucinating but I could not tell at the moment what was real. I waited till night for my head to sober up to see if the writing on the vehicle was real.
“I must be dreaming, I will wake up and this will be only a dream.” I whispered to myself. There was only one way to find out if it was real or not.
I didn’t care what my brain was telling me, I was going to go to the pond and find out for myself. I thought that even if it was just an illusion that I would jump in the pond and go deeper than ever before.
Night came and I was feeling a little better.
I approached the vehicle to see about the writing and it was still there.
I got in my vehicle and drove off to the pond to find out once and for all. After about several hours of driving, night had fallen and I reached the pond.
I got out of the vehicle and made my way to the pond. The air was cool and the stars twinkled the night away.
I waited and sat down putting some head phones on that I brought to ease the anticipation.
An hour had passed by and still a no show. I was disappointed. I wondered if I should leave. I closed my eyes and meditated and turning up the volume. It was of course classical music that I listened to. I felt a presence around me.
“Emma.” said the voice. I turned around to see a vampire who was standing above me looking down at me with a smile.
He held his pale looking hand out to me. This vampire introduced himself as Gabriel. I had never seen him before and he was really beautiful. He had slick black hair, light blue eyes, and high cheekbones.
I was speechless. I looked at him for a moment and then I said hi. He sat down next to me. I quickly glanced at him, wanting to take a look.
There’s something familiar about him. “How do you know me?” I asked.” He told me that he tracked my scent from the pond and that he wanted to meet me.
There is definitely something about this vampire. I sat there admiring his pale skin, his dreamy eyes, his plump red lips and gorgeous charming smile.
It was obvious why he was there and we started to make out.
He kissed me deeply and started to caress me. I realized that he was studying as we made out. I looked back up and realized this vampire was truly a lover.
I was glaring into his eyes, searching for his soul, so I let my eyes fall on him until they made me want to cum so hard.
He really moved inside me hard and fast.
I could have done this for a week or for a year. There was something about him, when I was fucking him, and my eyes were all over him.
He made me feel blissful just by being with me.
Gabriel was no angel; he was a vampire that wasn’t shy to do whatever he wanted to me.
There was no way he could stop; he was enjoying it too much.
As drained as I was, my eyes were fully opened and not missing a moment of action. He came inside me at least three times that night, and our moans got louder, and things got more intense.
He carried me to the cabin that he had taken over. We were
totally naked all the way to the cabin.
Once inside the cabin, he tossed the thick blanket off the bed. He put me down on the bed which was soft.
The wooden bed groaned as he came on top of me, slipping his cold feet to touch mine. It felt real nice.
Wind breezed gently through the window. It felt good on my overheated skin.
Gabriel was not enjoying the breeze so I got up and decided to close the window for him. I was a little disappointed that he couldn’t vampire up and take the breeze.
I guess he was cold blooded so it didn’t feel good on him. As I was up at the window, I saw a mysterious shadow in the back yard.
I put my face closer to the window and squinted my eyes to see better. There was someone, standing across the other end of the pond starring in my direction.
I closed the shades over the large window so the man could not see inside. It was the creepiest thing ever.
Gabriel didn’t notice what I was doing and I didn’t want to spoil the mood by telling him. I was too scared to look back through the window, afraid the man was going to move closer to the cabin but he would have to swim over the pond to do so.
We stayed in the bedroom for hours getting it on. Soon it was dark. I switched on the light in the bedroom as Gabriel rested on the bed.
The time was heading close to midnight., who would wander around at the hill at that hour?
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door that made my heart skip a beat. “Who is it?” Gabriel asked cautiously.
There was no answer. “Who is it?” he asked again, and waited.
Gabriel just stood up in the bed. I gulped silently, the hair at the back of my neck stood. Someone was waiting for us to open the door.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself. Whoever it was kept knocking so hard I thought the door might drop from its hinges.
With that bashing sound, I thought the whole world must have heard it. Gabriel must have been nervous too.
But apart of that sound, I could hear nothing else. It was as if I was alone, with the person that was banging on the door.
As frightened as I was, Gabriel knew he had no choice but to open the door and see what that was all about. Slowly, Gabriel made his way down to the door. I followed him and stayed far back.
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