She kissed me. She really kissed me, with passion and hunger and need.

And then she ran off into the night, leaving me with the most painful erection I've had since I was a mortal, horny thirteen year old.

So, I limped my way back to my crypt, tumbled down the ladder, and collapsed into my favorite chair, my hard-on beating a drum solo against the tight fly of my jeans. As I take a deep, shuddering breath to try to maintain control, I notice that my dick is keeping time to the battered old alarm clock that sits on the table next to me. The ticking is rather soothing. The throbbing in my pants is not.

Hissing in pain, I fumble with the zipper of my jeans, carefully freeing my erect cock. Shit, it's purple already, nearly strangled with lust. As I squirm my jeans down to my knees, I reach into the conveniently placed mini-fridge and take out a bowl of ice cubes.

I like to keep them handy. Seems I need to use them just about every night after I see her.

What is it about her scrawny, fake blonde self that makes me act like a callow school boy? She's snippy and bitchy and has that weird bumpy dip thing on her nose.

Oh fuck, that just made me harder. Is that even possible?

Taking an ice cube in my left hand, I very, very carefully apply it to the swollen, angry looking head of my cock.

I nearly come out of the chair at the painful pleasure that rockets through me. Damn but it hurts, in that 'so wonderful going to explode all over the place' way.

My cock's warm from being in my pants and pressed up against her tight little body, so the ice begins to melt. I rub it up and down the staff, flicking a wet thumb over the sensitive slit on each up stroke. My body slouches into the chair, my right hand hooking around the barely padded arm. Stretching out my legs and squirming my naked ass on the rough corduroy upholstery, I settle in for a long wank.

Though the scent of her that lingers on my shirt, the taste of her that caresses my lips, pretty much guarantee that it's going to be an awfully short one.

I close my eyes and see her again, the need in her eyes, the need to feel alive if only for a moment. My dick throbs and I rub it harder, the ice adding just enough lube and friction to make me moan. My hand tightens on the chair, my body arching into the pumping of my fist. Teeth bite into my lower lip and I growl at the pain, the coppery taste of blood.

In my mind, she licks her lips, then leans in and kisses me, and I can almost feel her tongue tasting me, tasting the blood. Then her tongue slides lower and lower...

Oh fuck, she's lapping at my balls!

Control shattered, I yank hard and fast on my dick and make like Mount Vesuvius, spewing all over myself.

As I gasp for unneeded breath and collapse back into the chair, I realize something's jabbing into my arm. Forcing one eye open, I groan as I realize I ripped half the arm off the chair and a spring is poking me.

Oh well, chair was a piece of shit anyway.

Stumbling to my feet, I kick off my boots, then my jeans, before pulling my wet t-shirt over my head. As cool air hits my body, my dick twitches and begins to swell all over again.

Deciding it's going to be a long night, I grab the bowl of ice on my way to bed.

Hope I don't break it, too.


The End