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Blackout By Boris Lafkin and Kitty Pride
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Blackout
By "Boris Lafkin" and "Kitty Pride"
Mary Blaine looked at the clock. 1:19 PM, and Kristin STILL
hadn't arrived. She'd been the one who'd made this lunch date;
the least she could do was show up. Disappointed, Mary got up to
leave when she saw Kristin rushing in the front door of the cafe,
disheveled, wearing a dress, sunglasses, and a scarf.
Looking very embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry I kept you
waiting so long, Mary, but I just woke up. There was this man
last night..." She blushed.
Mary grinned wickedly. It had been a long time since
Kristin had mentioned sex, and Mary knew this was because her
luck with men had been terrible. Now, it seemed, her luck had
changed, and she was ripe for teasing. "No apologies necessary,
Hon. Just details, lots of juicy details!"
Now Kristin's expression grew concerned. "Mary, I don't
remember what happened! I wish I did, from the way I felt when
I woke up this morning, whatever happened must've been really
good. But I don't have a clue what it was...I'm worried, I just
had a couple of drinks - I've never had a 'blackout' from
drinking before."
"You sure you're not just holding out on me?? I know you
don't like your old, married friend getting her kicks by
listening to you talk about your love life."
"Honest, Mar, I don't know what happened. I remember
meeting this guy, we had a couple of drinks, I invited him
over...then BLANK! What's even weirder is that I don't feel
hung-over..."
Realizing that Kristin was telling the truth, Mary became
concerned, and was subdued throughout most of lunch. Kristin
didn't say much, but practically inhaled her spinach salad, soup,
and sandwich, and drank about 6 glasses of water.
Watching all of this made Mary feel a little better. She
even laughed to herself as she thought of just how good the sex
last night must have been, if it left Kristin so drained.
Over coffee, she brought up the subject again. "So when do
I get to meet Mr. Stud?"
"His name's Stone, David Stone, and you'll probably see him
next week at the party."
"Oh, you're bringing him to Andy's birthday bash?? I don't
care what you say, he must have been good last night; you never
bring your boyfriends to our get-togethers!"
* * *
After lunch, Mary and Kristin said good-bye, and Kristin
promised Mary that if she remembered anything, she would let her
in on it.
When they parted, Kristin watched carefully to make sure
Mary drove away. Then she started walking, not towards home, but
downtown. She'd managed to keep one secret from Mary: David was
coming over again tonight, and she had decided to make sure that
this night was...memorable.
Still, last night's blackout continued to worry her. Sure,
she'd drunk some wine David had ordered; she might even have been
buzzed when she invited David to her apartment. But she never
got drunk enough to blackout.
As she walked, she carefully rehashed what she did
remember. She had met David at a cafe last night. Seeing him
across the room had been like touching a live wire; she was
astonished at the reactions in her body to this man. She found
herself walking over and introducing herself, and was mildly
surprised when he invited her to join him - although men asked
her out on a regular basis, she had to admit to herself that she
tended to attract men who wanted mothering and caretaking. David
was a man clearly capable of taking care of himself.
David had been ordering cups of decaf for each of them,
then suddenly ordered champagne. She grew watchful - was this
guy just trying to get her drunk?? But when she looked at him,
she decided to keep going, but to watch how much he drank -
before she became drunk enough to be pliant, he would be too
drunk to do anything about it.
Actually, they had only had two drinks each, and when
Kristin shocked herself by inviting him over, she was only
feeling a little light-headed. They had walked back to her
place...
After that, nothing.
Kristin groaned. It wasn't just that she didn't like not
remembering, but she could just imagine David's face tonight
when she asked him what had happened.
"He'll probably get insulted and leave," she thought. But
how could she go on not knowing what had happened?
* * *
That night, Kristin was dressed demurely, but underneath
the purple sweater and black skirt was the most provocative
underwear she could find...that she could bring herself to wear,
she added. A black lacy bra and panties, a garter belt, and
stockings. This was pretty daring for Kristin, and David had
better appreciate it...She grinned. She hoped he showed his
appreciation, too! And she was resolved not to get drunk
tonight.
The doorbell rang. When she opened the door, David was
there, looking simply beautiful. She'd never used that word to
describe a man before, but for David, it fit. He was six feet
tall, with long curly black hair, penetrating blue eyes, and a
wide, sensuous mouth that was unbearably kissable. Before she
could start worrying about consequences, she put her arms around
him, and kissed him. He quickly responded, and his arms wrapped
around her, and slid up her back...
Oooooohhh, yes. Now a memory floated back from the night
before. She had complained of a sore back, and David had offered
"services as a masseur." Somewhat apprehensively, she had allowed
herself to be convinced, and soon she was lying down, a towel
over her legs and buttocks, offering her bare back to this
strange man.
But it had felt so good! She remembered his long strong
fingers working her tired muscles, massaging all the tension out
of her body. Well, not some of the tension...His touch was
getting her very aroused, and she was now hoping David had
ulterior motives in this backrub, because she intended to tear
off his clothes...but not before he finished...
Blank again. But now Kristin was certain that she had
probably gone to bed with David, and that she had been a little
overwhelmed by him, but not coerced.
Meanwhile, what was originally a "hello" kiss suddenly
turned very passionate. "I don't think we're even going to get
out for dinner," Kristin mused internally.
But when David scooped her up and started to carry her into
the bedroom, he tried to put a stop to it. "Hold it, now,
honey, slow down..." she started. Then his eyes caught her, and
her voice faded away. Once in the bedroom, he let her down
again, leaned forward and began kissing her again, and thoughts
of dinner, of propriety, of doing anything but making love melted
from her mind.
His kisses soon wandered across her face, and down her
neck. She moaned as he found the very sensitive spot on her
neck, and let his tongue tease her skin. She found her way back
to his mouth, and began kissing him fiercely, deeply...Her own
desire startled her, but she continued to return his passion in
full.
She felt them tumble on top of her bed, and her hands
fumbled with his shirt; she just had to get it off him - she
knew he was about to do the same to her, she wanted to feel his
skin against hers...She felt a small surge of triumph as she
succeeded in getting the shirt off. She admired his trim,
powerful build, though she wondered why someone so obviously
concerned with keeping fit was so pale. "Does he wear number 80
sunblock?" she wondered, amused.
After kissing and caressing all the parts of her face and
neck left vulnerable by her sweater, he easily lifted it over
her head and tossed it away. Kristin wanted to stop him when he
went right for the skirt as well, but again his eyes paralyzed
all thoughts of protest. When he had her down to her lacy
underthings, his eyes wandered over her and she felt his response
against her. "Oh, Kristin...you shouldn't have," he murmured
appreciatively.
"Terrible liar", she retorted. She felt triumph that she
had pleased him...It didn't occur to her at the time that these
were his first words to her this night.
This time, when David began kissing her, it was on the
shoulders and the exposed tops of her breasts. Her response was
to wrap her arms around him fiercely, and to draw him closer.
Another flashback to the night before. David had completed
the backrub, then done the backs of her legs. When he started
on her buttocks, she had to strain herself to stay put - his
hands had driven her wild! When she had thought she was as
aroused as one woman could be, he had turned her over and started
massaging her breasts, almost making her scream. He had
eventually worked his fingers over every part of her body, from
eyebrows to fingers to toes and everywhere in between. She
remembered orgasming at least three times...
David's mouth on her breast jolted her back to the present;
while she had been lost in reverie, her bra had been removed and
discarded, and now her lover was gently nursing from her left
nipple...then her right...then her left...now his tongue slowly
traced a circle around each breast, travelled the full length of
the hollow between, then returned to the nipples to begin
nibbling slightly...
By now Kristin was in heaven. It soon became apparent that
David's skill with his hands and fingers was equalled with his
lips tongue, and teeth. And he repeated the thoroughness of the
previous night - there soon wasn't a single spot on her body that
hadn't been graced by his mouth.
When David reached the moistness between her thighs, she
cried out in relief as her first orgasm shot through her. He
had been building up for so long, she had wondered just how
patient this man was. As he had continued moving over her, she
had managed to get him as naked as herself, and she saw his
arousal, was certain he wanted her, and yet he just kept
on..."MMMMMNNNNNnnnn," she moaned as he brought her pleasure to
another peak. This man was just too much!
She was beginning to wonder how long he would hold out when
his tongue began a long upward climb, past her belly, ribs,
breasts, shoulders...She felt him against her thigh, then he
covered her mouth with his own and swallowed her gasp as he eased
himself into her body.
She moaned and writhed, she had never felt so good...even
last night, she thought.
Now, it seemed, everything came back to her. They had made
love last night, and it had been almost this good. She lay back
and looked up at her newfound lover, looking at her with such
love, such passion, and she felt her pleasure rising within her.
"Oh, baby, please, do it faster, I'm going to come!" she
cried. And just like that, his tempo increased...his thrusts
became harder...deeper...
"MMMMMMMM...OOOOO...UUUUUUUNGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her
orgasm was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over her.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her back arched, and her legs
gripped David's body.
Then David's hands locked on her shoulders, his face moved
close, kissing her enraptured face, moving down her cheek...then
suddenly, through the immense pleasure, she felt a stab of pain
in the most sensitive part of her neck. She screamed again, this
time in pain and terror, and fought desperately to escape, but
her lover's hold on her was like steel. The nails being driven
into her neck fused with the thundering in her belly, and the
roaring in her ears, and she collapsed. As she felt her blood
ebbing out of her, she moaned again, then sighed, as the world
faded away...
* * *
As David Stone drank, he thought to himself, "This one is
special." Her long-untapped sexual potential, unleashed by
orgasm, made her blood sweet and powerful. He gained little
pleasure from the sex (attaining an erection was in fact a major
task), but it was worth it as he fed on the ripened fruit that
was Kristin.
When he finished, he looked down, almost lovingly at her.
And he sent a message to her unconscious mind:
+Soon, my sweet, you will be one of us. For now, you
will remember none of this, as before. You will wake up feeling
warm, satisfied, and happy. And you will be eagerly looking
forward to tomorrow night, when I will take you the third time,
and bring you over.+
And with that he rose, dressed, and vanished into the night.
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