This is a story that I haven't told anyone... a night that changed my life forever. You think there's no such thing as vampires? Think again..... My name is Danielle, a 23 year old African-American female from Brooklyn. I would describe myself as a loner. I'm a hefty girl with a curvy figure and stand by 5'6. I have black shoulder length hair and brown eyes. I'm a college student and studying I.T. While I wasn't busy with school, I usually spend my free time at home listening to music, watching movies, reading, or writing poetry. I also smoke cigarettes too. People told me I should quit, but I'm not committed to do that yet. At age 12 I started to become infatuated with vampires. It's something about their dark sex appeal that gets me turned on and how they seduce their prey. It was my birthday so I treated myself by going out that night. Knowing myself, I thought it was going to be the same dull yearly routine, but little did I know... I arrived at the Luca Lounge in New York City, it was 9pm. I wore in a black halter dress that showed off my legs and stiletto pump heels. I sat down at in the middle of the bar and ordered an apple martini. Meanwhile I'm smoking, I took my cell phone out of my purse and found out I just received a text from one of my friends from school. The bartender gave me my drink; before I touched it I tried responding. I took a glimpse around the room and that's when I saw him.... A mysterious man was staring at me like a piece of meat. That's when I knew that I won't ever feel the same that night.
He was at the corner of the bar sitting alone, smoking a short skinny cigar. He had a devilish grin and gave me a wink. I almost chocked on my cigarette and turned my head back quickly realizing I was attracted to him. I looked at him again, and this time I felt his presence going into my soul, tempting me to go to him. His brown, almond shaped eyes gazed into mine. A beautiful stranger; he was tall, dark, and handsome. He was pale, but slightly tan. He was dressed in a black three piece suit and looked immaculate. He had pride; I could tell he's precise about it too. I was impressed, even for my standards; I thought to myself that he could be one of those Wall St. assholes I see on the subway sometimes. He was breathtaking and was too good to be true; he looked suave, strong, and sexy that he could get any woman he wanted. He had a taste for things that were so expensive; taking another look at him would clean out your wallet. For a second there, I thought he was a womanizer. I didn't know where this was going, but there was something that got me drawn to him, but I dared to find out. When he finished his cigar, he started to approach me. I stood still and my legs felt really heavy. "What's your name" the stranger asked. I paused for a moment and was hypnotized when I heard his deep voice. He had a South American accent. I was weary so I had to excuse myself to the restroom, leaving him without my name.
"What did he want with me?" I said to myself with confusion. I took a breather before I passed out. When I walked out of the restroom, he stood right there waiting for me. I almost died of shock. "My name's Rodrigo, a pleasure to meet you". His cold, strong hands took mine to rub it gently and raised it towards his cool lips. He took me into a dim, vacant room that was silent. Our eyes locked again. My legs trembled, and my pussy was dripping with excitement. To myself, I was screaming for his hard dick to go inside me. I became weary again, but pulled myself back together. He started to sit down on a couch then pulls me into his lap. He saw me as I was the most beautiful thing he ever saw, and had been waiting eagerly for this moment. He started to kiss me.
"My name is Danielle, sorry I didn't respond, I was nervous". I said with a nervous smile.
"So Danielle, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"Treating myself for my birthday"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah I just turned 23 today"
"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be by herself this time in at night alone; don't you have a curfew to follow?"