Thought you all would appreciate the opening scene from my first erotica story :)
>Charlie was hit by a sudden clarity through the fog of desire that overwhelmed them: what they were doing was dangerous, and incredibly, inexcusably stupid.
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>They were open, vulnerable, exposed—the vampire kneeling between their legs, smiling down at the sight of them, her eyes hungry—tied to the bed by their wrists, unable to move, to fight back, to run. Their wooden stake was still in the pocket of the denim jacket, which they’d taken off back when the two of them were in the living room—but even if it was accessible, the fabric cuffs fastened tight around their wrists wouldn’t allow them to use it.
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>They had practically offered themself up to her, making themself completely defenseless in the process…
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>But, despite her position of power, she made no move to feed from their blood. She only watched them with eyes full of desire and admiration, as they strained against their restraints, blushing and squirming under her gaze. She trailed her fingertips up and down the sensitive skin of their inner thigh, her light touch making them crave more. They closed their eyes and their breathing grew quick and shallow, their heart pounding against their chest in desperate anticipation.