+ 13 - 13 | § ¶Goth Camgirl

Goth Camgirl

I admit that I had tried several camgirls in the past. However, they all went through the routine of just moaning and rubbing their pussies on their webcams. I wanted someone that didn't look like a typical housewife or schoolgirl trying to make easy money with their beautiful looks and curvy bodies. Sure, they were hot looking but they lacked any on screen personality.

I first discovered Lilith late one night when I was surfing on the Internet a few weeks ago. Her website claimed her as a goth camgirl and there were several pictures of her taken from her webcam shows. She was a petite twenty-one year old with long black hair and pale skin. After reading that she liked kinky and weird sex, I knew that I had to give her a try.

I signed up at her website and found that she was live on her webcam. I entered the chat and found out that she not only had video but also audio. She was wearing black stockings, panties and bra. Her voice instantly seduced me as she welcomed me to the chat room. I could detect a faint European accent. I typed hello and asked how she was doing.

"I'm thirsty," she said. "I haven't had anything to drink tonight."

I asked her if she had any water where she was.

"I don't like water. I want some bodily fluids."

My body responded to that and I felt my penis start to throb in my shorts. I told her that she could drink my bodily fluids anytime.

"You want to go private?" she asked before licking her dark red lips.

I typed yes moments before I hit the button for the private show and found the video screen to be much bigger than it was before.

"Hello, darling," the goth camgirl said with a mischievous grin. "I'm so glad that you came tonight. Would you like to see me drink some bodily fluids?"

Once again I typed yes.

Lilith stood up from her comfortable chair and went off camera briefly. When she returned, she was pulling on a chain. At the end of the chain was a naked man in his early twenties. He was skinny as if he hadn't been eating for several days. She pushed him into her chair and took off the collar that the chain was attached to. She piled the chain on the floor before stepping kneeling before the skinny naked man.

She turned the chair sideways before she started licking the man's neck. If I didn't see him breathing, I would have thought he was life-like doll. She worked her tongue down his chest and abdomen before settling on his limp penis. After several moments of kissing and licking, his cock finally started to grow.

The goth camgirl wrapped her mouth around the swelling purple crown and began sucking. My own cock was growing hard in my shorts and I decided to slip them off. I began jerking off while watching the webcam show on my seventeen-inch computer monitor.

The skinny man's cock grew harder and she continued to suck it until it was fully erect at nine inches. I couldn't believe that such a petite girl could take all of that into her mouth. My cock was fully hard at six inches and I never had a woman take all of it into her mouth.

Lilith suddenly stopped her cock sucking and looked into the webcam.

"Are you as hard as my sex slave is?"

I typed yes, oh yes.

She pulled down her black panties and stepped out of them. I noticed that her pubic mound was completely hairless. The goth camgirl climbed on the skinny man and lowered herself onto him. I watched as her pussy engulfed his hard cock. My balls were already aching for release for this was the best webcam show that I had ever seen.

Lilith impaled herself until his entire cock was completely inside her.

"I'm so thirsty," she said as she looked at me.

I typed that she should drink.

The skinny man climaxed inside her moments before she sank her teeth into his neck. To my horror, she began drinking the blood that was gushing out of the wound. I could not look away and he made no move to resist her. After she satisfied her thirst, she looked at me with blood stained lips.

"You are invited to be the next guest on my show," she said.

I finally managed to hit the button that ended the private show. I have told no one about what I had seen for I don't know who would believe me. I'm not even sure if it was real or not but I find myself wanting to watch another show by the goth camgirl.

~Jamdin~

+ 22 - 13 | § ¶Supernatural Serial Part 1

"NO!"

She bolted upright, her face pasty with fear. Looking wildly around the room, she felt a presence invade her home. Her nightgown fell over her pimpled skin as she hefted the baseball bat from beneath her bed. With soft steps, she opened the bedroom door and peered into the midnight darkness. Her eyes adjusted swiftly from the pale light thrown from her bedside lamp, noticing a pale figure advance towards her.

"Who are you?" she stammered.

As if her voice shattered the unnatural silence, the light wavered before climbing into the ceiling. Shaking, she lowered the bat; her face popping out in a cold sweat as she paced backwards into her room. Sliding the bat under the bed, she crossed to her altar covering a charcoal block with sandalwood. Closing her eyes in pray, she lit the wood and crawled into bed.

Natalie stared at the sun as it crawled over the horizon; last night's visitation still played on her nerves as she willed her mind to forget the memory.

'This is really getting too much.' She thought as she struggled out of bed.

Padding to the kitchen, she noticed paper strewn across the floor; her portfolio ripped apart. Holding the shattered artwork, she looked around in fearful amazement. Ignoring the kettle that announced its brief readiness, she darted to the bedroom and dressed quickly. Glancing around, she grabbed her car keys and purse, fleeing the possessed space.

"Cheer up girl. You know what to do."

Madison looked through her afro-American eyes at the pasty image before her, "You got all the stuff you need at home, right?"

Natalie nodded weakly, "It's not that. He doesn't do anything; just shreds my drawings and then wanders around, I think."

Madison took a sip of her decaf coffee, her smile gleaming as she carefully placed her cup on the table, "Girl, you need a break. Maybe that's what this guy's telling you."

Her friend looked at her hands that trembled slightly, "I was hoping the group could do something." She asked in a timid voice.

"Oh no, you're on your own with this one. He wants you or something only you can do. You've been with us long enough to know that."

"Yeah, I know." Grabbing her bag and throwing a couple of dollars on the table she looked at her friend, "Listen Mad, I'm going to leave town for a bit."

Concern now shadowed her deep hazel eyes, "You sure you want to do that?"
Natalie nodded once before leaving the busy café; her footsteps quickly fading as the rain began to fall.

She sat in her car, watching for any signs that her spirit was watching. Noticing the strange looks from passer bys, she ran swiftly to the apartment doors and entered her room. Clearing the top to her altar, she opened it and placed everything she'd need inside; incense, candles, chalice as well as her grimoire. Taking a deep breath, she closed the lid and ran back into the rain.

Driving slowly as she went deeper into the storm, she paused at the gates that led to weathered barn on her deceased parent's property. She wondered at the intelligence of her actions but ignored the subtle warnings that played in her mind. Instead, she took a deep breath of the clear air and walked stoically inside. A tiny spark of indignant rage flared as she thought of her possible failure.

'This is just plain bullshit!' She muttered as she unpacked her meagre belongings into the stale smelling shed. Looking around, she cleared a space noticing her old circle still visible as she swept away the dust. Ready, she prepared a small meal, thinking of her plan and once she had finished eating, cleaned herself by the dam.

Feeling renewed, she entered the newly clean space. Crossing towards the circle, she lit the four cardinal candles, prepared the salt mixture and lit her incense knowing he would find her.

"Peace within this circle I seek; man unknown come to me."

The last timbre of her voice intoned in the enclosed space. The air hummed with energy and she knelt, waiting for the vision to arrive. As the night dragged towards morning and the candles burned to the base of their wicks, she unwittingly slept.

He wafted in, watching the faint rise of her chest as she became lost in her dreams. His smile seemed content as he touched her reverently within the circle. She moaned unconsciously causing her brows to screw in consternation. Leaning over her, he kissed the pale skin of her breast as they rose to his touch.

His hand drifted lower, delving into her as he licked the stale sweat the collected in the hollow of her throat. Her breath deepening as his fingers slid over her pouting sex and he smiled as her hands rose to meet his, her eyes fluttering open.

"You?' she breathed heavily as he bent closer.

He smiled even as she drew her knees up to cover her nakedness, "Who did you expect?"

Bewildered, she tentatively reached out to touch him before withdrawing her hand, "But I know you. I've dreamt about you." Her voice shrilled slightly, "Who are you?"

Passing his hands over her eyes he whispered, "Shhh."
Seeing her fall under his illusionary spell, he lay over her drifting into her body as she writhed in invisible passion. His head appeared over hers as he kissed her lips with a living touch. Natalie's hips rose in the air as his vanished from view. A shard of light pierced him from the dawn's beginning and with malicious intent, rested within her sleeping frame.

A scream ruptured from her throat as she bolted awake. Disorientated, she stared at her surroundings before remembering her visitor. Patting herself down, she felt no different except a chill that permeated from deeply within her bones. Shivering, she reached for her clothes and dressed; her eyes watching the door for any signs of movement. Certain that he wouldn't appear in daylight, she left the false sanctuary of the barn and returned to the city.

Madison was waiting, pushing on the intercom as she pulled up.

"Where have you been girl? We've been worried sick about you."

Natalie unlocked the door holding it open for her friend, "What do you mean?"

Entering her apartment, Natalie threw down her bags and gently placed the altar on the table, "I've only been gone a night."

Madison looked at her annoyed, "You've been gone for three days. What you been doing?"

Startled she replied, "What? You've got to be joking."

"No, I'm not. You said you were going somewhere to get rid of this ghosty thing and that's the last I heard."

Natalie sagged against the kitchen bench, "Honest Maddy, it was only one night."

Her friend eyed her sceptically, "What happened out there?"

"I did the circle, read the spell and he didn't show. It was almost morning when he did and, and I think he touched me."

"But, they can't do that. You sure you weren't dreaming it?"

Natalie ignored the jibe from her coven partner, "No, I didn't dream it. I'm sure he did. It was weird; it was like it was straight through me."

Madison looked at her friend coldly, "Get rid of him and fast. He's not going to do you any good."

Natalie was surprised how quickly she left after declaring the dooming words.

Staring at the closing door, her smile touched a sinister presence within her and they smiled.

by Claude Rippa

+ 0 - 0 | § ¶Welcome To My Darkness

+ 16 - 9 | § ¶A Vampire's Morality

I watch the crowd move through the winter air, languid against the molasses of work as the demons of existence extend their limbs. Noticing the startled looks that quickly glance over me, I wonder if they are afraid of my crystal grey eyes or is it the rictus grin that shines unnaturally in the dim glow of night.

Dispelling my latitude, I rise from my perch on the City Hall steps, surging with the evening peak hour crowd as they plod towards their dwellings. The city spreads its light, surrounding the slackening throng as I hunt for the first time in months. I'm feeling greedy tonight; the sweet stench of anxiety and stress fills my nose like an expensive perfume.

Ah, there he is, my meal in waiting. It has become his usual Friday night ritual to drown his woes here, on the edge of servility. Yes, he knows me; we've been meeting here for two months and each moment his scent touches me, I relate to the wild surges of hunger shared only with carnivorous beast.

I reach the door at the same time and he holds it open, smiling sadly as I touch his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked my voice singing against the beginnings of the Friday night crowd.

Shaking his head:

"I'll get us a drink first."

"Okay."

Noticing his preoccupation, I touch his mind lightly, digging a little further to discover the cause. Noting it briefly, I withdraw back to the alcohol drench carpet and the persistent feel of destitution.

Here he comes, misery screaming across his thick face as I take the drink from his soft hands. Taking a deep swallow from his glass, he places it before him and looks at me through misty eyes.

"I got the sack today. The bastards said I was too old, my skills were too outdated to be bothered with retraining me."

Smiling silently behind my glass:

"Did they pay you out? I mean you've been with them for awhile."

This couldn't have worked out better for me. It's now just a matter of playing the sympathetic ear. Lord knows I've been doing enough of that with this cretin! I touch his pale arm lightly, whispering:

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Was that a shade of doubt persisting behind his glasses? I thought my programming was more complete then that. Gulping my vodka, I stand ready, holding my thin fingers to his grasp. His brown eyes bore into mine for just a moment, before relinquishing the only possible answer, yes.

A silent chime of the door keypad and my home lay bare to my meal's inspection.

"Nice place. Have you been here long?" he asks as he circles the apartment.

I drop my bag and coat on the living room table, replying absently from the liquor cabinet:

"No, just a few months. I like to move around. Drink?"

He nods from the open bay window that overlooks the city. Handing him the whisky, I notice that startled look beginning to creep back into his eyes.

"Constance, I don't think I should be here."

Casually, I remark walking towards the dressing room:

"Why not? We're just two friends talking in a quiet atmosphere. What's the harm? You know, Leo. You worry too much."

As a wicked smile creeps across my face, I can almost feel him nodding absently as he drains the amber fluid.

My body humming with need, I quickly dress for the occasion, a white satin robe used purely for this occasion. Calling to him, I mentally force the large man to walk into the bathroom where the blood spray won't matter.

Watching Leo's marionette performance as he staggers to my request, I steel myself for the unpleasant task of undressing him, lest I drop the subtle link. I have been fooled in the past where your victim seizes on the smallest break in your concentration, ready to undo months of patient planning.

It is known that the beauty of feeding comes when you watch the prey's horror rising before sinking into catatonia as you dip your lips into their thick, warm wine.

Dropping my robe before him, I turn on the shower taps and lead him into the bath; the warm water spilling over us as I reduce my hold and watch him return to reality with an audible mental snap.

"What am I doing?" his slightly keening voice echoes.

Lathering the soap over his plump body, I whisper:

"Shhh."

Confusion strains his voice as he tries to end my hurried movements.

"Stop Constance, please. I can't do this."

Halting a sigh of frustration that threatens to break loose, I take his hands away from mine.

"Leo, you said, oh, I thought we were…" Faking resentment, I rise, staring him in the eyes, "I thought you coming here meant…I'm such an idiot."

Hiding my face in my hands as the water washes over us, I feel his fingers touch my chin.

"Oh Conny, I didn't mean for you to be upset."

Eyes blazing, I retort:

"How did you think I was going to feel? After all the signals you've been sending out?"

He started to leave, his foot just about ready to touch the tiled floor. Hypnotically, I hushed:

"Leo, please, don't go."

His head rotates towards me and I look deeply into his kind eyes. Okay yes, I cheated but isn't this what it's all about? There's nothing worse than having to struggle with your kill just to get a meal.

My eyes lock onto his as I step forward, his mouth receptive as I raise my lips for a kiss; fingers stroking his tensing flesh as I move closer to him, rubbing my straining breast against him. As he slides into the moment, I trap his mind within its own feeble box, relishing his platitude.

Stepping back slightly, I view my work before continuing to wash the filth from his body. I'm nothing if not meticulous about what I put in my mouth.

The water stops as I step out of the bath, resting Leo carefully within the porcelain coffin. Licking my dry lips, I tenderly stroke the white arm before biting the adrenaline filled vein.

His eyes rest briefly on mine as my scarlet teeth smile and he sinks further into insanity. Lowering my head, the blood swims into my mouth as I try to stem the copious flow, drawing small leakages instead. His sweet taste lingers on my tongue as my organs swell with renewed life and the empty churnings that have plagued me recede to the back of my mind. Stopping for a breath, I watch the corpse's heat dissipate and for a moment, I fall in love with my victim.

As I lower my head to his arm, his heart stops its mechanical pulse and a sliver of desperation seizes me; I don't have much time. Cursing my inexperience, I attack the artery throbbing slowly in his arm, feeling its blood spurt over me. Ignoring my slight repulsion at the tacky fluid, I bite deeper into the flesh, drawing out each single drop of life. As Leo's heart finally stops thumping, I stand before the mirror, my reflection showing only what is; a ghost covered in blood.

+ 16 - 9 | § ¶A Vampire's Morality

I watch the crowd move through the winter air, languid against the molasses of work as the demons of existence extend their limbs. Noticing the startled looks that quickly glance over me, I wonder if they are afraid of my crystal grey eyes or is it the rictus grin that shines unnaturally in the dim glow of night.

Dispelling my latitude, I rise from my perch on the City Hall steps, surging with the evening peak hour crowd as they plod towards their dwellings. The city spreads its light, surrounding the slackening throng as I hunt for the first time in months. I'm feeling greedy tonight; the sweet stench of anxiety and stress fills my nose like an expensive perfume.

Ah, there he is, my meal in waiting. It has become his usual Friday night ritual to drown his woes here, on the edge of servility. Yes, he knows me; we've been meeting here for two months and each moment his scent touches me, I relate to the wild surges of hunger shared only with carnivorous beast.

I reach the door at the same time and he holds it open, smiling sadly as I touch his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked my voice singing against the beginnings of the Friday night crowd.

Shaking his head:

"I'll get us a drink first."

"Okay."

Noticing his preoccupation, I touch his mind lightly, digging a little further to discover the cause. Noting it briefly, I withdraw back to the alcohol drench carpet and the persistent feel of destitution.

Here he comes, misery screaming across his thick face as I take the drink from his soft hands. Taking a deep swallow from his glass, he places it before him and looks at me through misty eyes.

"I got the sack today. The bastards said I was too old, my skills were too outdated to be bothered with retraining me."

Smiling silently behind my glass:

"Did they pay you out? I mean you've been with them for awhile."

This couldn't have worked out better for me. It's now just a matter of playing the sympathetic ear. Lord knows I've been doing enough of that with this cretin! I touch his pale arm lightly, whispering:

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Was that a shade of doubt persisting behind his glasses? I thought my programming was more complete then that. Gulping my vodka, I stand ready, holding my thin fingers to his grasp. His brown eyes bore into mine for just a moment, before relinquishing the only possible answer, yes.

A silent chime of the door keypad and my home lay bare to my meal's inspection.

"Nice place. Have you been here long?" he asks as he circles the apartment.

I drop my bag and coat on the living room table, replying absently from the liquor cabinet:

"No, just a few months. I like to move around. Drink?"

He nods from the open bay window that overlooks the city. Handing him the whisky, I notice that startled look beginning to creep back into his eyes.

"Constance, I don't think I should be here."

Casually, I remark walking towards the dressing room:

"Why not? We're just two friends talking in a quiet atmosphere. What's the harm? You know, Leo. You worry too much."

As a wicked smile creeps across my face, I can almost feel him nodding absently as he drains the amber fluid.

My body humming with need, I quickly dress for the occasion, a white satin robe used purely for this occasion. Calling to him, I mentally force the large man to walk into the bathroom where the blood spray won't matter.

Watching Leo's marionette performance as he staggers to my request, I steel myself for the unpleasant task of undressing him, lest I drop the subtle link. I have been fooled in the past where your victim seizes on the smallest break in your concentration, ready to undo months of patient planning.

It is known that the beauty of feeding comes when you watch the prey's horror rising before sinking into catatonia as you dip your lips into their thick, warm wine.

Dropping my robe before him, I turn on the shower taps and lead him into the bath; the warm water spilling over us as I reduce my hold and watch him return to reality with an audible mental snap.

"What am I doing?" his slightly keening voice echoes.

Lathering the soap over his plump body, I whisper:

"Shhh."

Confusion strains his voice as he tries to end my hurried movements.

"Stop Constance, please. I can't do this."

Halting a sigh of frustration that threatens to break loose, I take his hands away from mine.

"Leo, you said, oh, I thought we were…" Faking resentment, I rise, staring him in the eyes, "I thought you coming here meant…I'm such an idiot."

Hiding my face in my hands as the water washes over us, I feel his fingers touch my chin.

"Oh Conny, I didn't mean for you to be upset."

Eyes blazing, I retort:

"How did you think I was going to feel? After all the signals you've been sending out?"

He started to leave, his foot just about ready to touch the tiled floor. Hypnotically, I hushed:

"Leo, please, don't go."

His head rotates towards me and I look deeply into his kind eyes. Okay yes, I cheated but isn't this what it's all about? There's nothing worse than having to struggle with your kill just to get a meal.

My eyes lock onto his as I step forward, his mouth receptive as I raise my lips for a kiss; fingers stroking his tensing flesh as I move closer to him, rubbing my straining breast against him. As he slides into the moment, I trap his mind within its own feeble box, relishing his platitude.

Stepping back slightly, I view my work before continuing to wash the filth from his body. I'm nothing if not meticulous about what I put in my mouth.

The water stops as I step out of the bath, resting Leo carefully within the porcelain coffin. Licking my dry lips, I tenderly stroke the white arm before biting the adrenaline filled vein.

His eyes rest briefly on mine as my scarlet teeth smile and he sinks further into insanity. Lowering my head, the blood swims into my mouth as I try to stem the copious flow, drawing small leakages instead. His sweet taste lingers on my tongue as my organs swell with renewed life and the empty churnings that have plagued me recede to the back of my mind. Stopping for a breath, I watch the corpse's heat dissipate and for a moment, I fall in love with my victim.

As I lower my head to his arm, his heart stops its mechanical pulse and a sliver of desperation seizes me; I don't have much time. Cursing my inexperience, I attack the artery throbbing slowly in his arm, feeling its blood spurt over me. Ignoring my slight repulsion at the tacky fluid, I bite deeper into the flesh, drawing out each single drop of life. As Leo's heart finally stops thumping, I stand before the mirror, my reflection showing only what is; a ghost covered in blood.