Call me Belle. I am a librarian with a dirty mind and a lot of time on her hands. I read and write profusely, and the amount of sexual fantasies that flit through my mind as I go about my day among these dusty old shelves is staggering, to say the least. My husband Beau and I have the starring roles in each fantasy, though the fantasy changes with astonishing regularly. So, welcome to my fantasies.
I have a love/hate relationship with working the night shift and closing the library down for the day. Everyone else who works with me in the library leaves for the day, and I have time to breathe and think. On the other hand, though, the library gets progressively creepier as people stop coming in for the day and it empties out. I have always had a wild imagination, and as I find myself alone in the evenings, thoughts of things like vampires and ghosts flit through my mind.
I have locked up and am doing my nightly check of the library to make sure everyone is gone when I feel the air stir behind me. I don’t see anyone when I spin around to see what’s lurking behind me. I let out a sigh of relief, and I hear a dark chuckle answer it. I start to scream, but a lightning-quick, powerful hand clamps over my mouth and cuts the sound off before it escapes my throat.
“Shh, now, ma belle chère. Don’t ruin the fun before it even begins. If you’re a good girl, it won’t even hurt,” a husky, masculine voice promised in my ear.
Just as I start thinking, What won’t hurt? I feel a pair of soft, full lips brush the side of my neck. I let out an involuntary moan and shudder with pleasure as his tongue flicks and swirls against the throbbing pulse in my neck.
“I can feel your head throbbing, Belle. I’ve been watching you for months. I know how excruciating the headaches can be when you’ve forgotten to take your heart pills and something makes your heart race. I don’t like seeing you hurt. I can take away the pain, ma douce. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whimper, “I’d do anything to get rid of this headache.”
“You may regret that statement, sooner or later,” he purrs. Then I feel it, his lips closing around my jugular vein, two tiny pinpricks as he bites into my neck with the gentle precision of a lover.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that the man who has me must be a vampire, and that he has me enthralled. The truly frightening thing is that, even with that realization, I don't mind what's happening to me. Not only don't I mind that a vampire is drinking my blood, the knowledge is turning me on like crazy. The throbbing in my head evaporates and is replaced by throbbing in my clit. As a matter of fact, I can feel my whole pussy spasming with pleasure, getting increasingly hotter and wetter as the vampire feeds on me.
Oh God, I wanna touch myself so bad, I thought. How the hell is a vampire drinking my blood having this kind of effect on me? I feel like I'm gonna fucking shatter into a million pieces if I don't finger myself. Hell, I don't just want him to to drink my blood...I'd kill to have him eat my pussy right now.
He chuckles, and it rumbles against my throat.
"What're you laughing at?" I gasp, my voice shaking and ridiculously needy.
He finishes another long swallow of blood before he stops and answers me. "There are many ways a vampire can read a person's thoughts...I happened to overhear yours because my feeding on you created a blood bond between us. I have to say, though," he paused and licked away some blood that was beginning to trickle down my neck, "I want to hear you say it aloud."
I feel myself blushing hotly and try to stifle an embarrassed groan. "That's not fair! You already know what I was thinking."
"I may know what you want," he murmured in between flicks of his tongue over the two tiny wounds in my neck, "But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear you voice those desires aloud. I'm quite enamored of that sexy, husky little voice of yours. We'll start with something a little less complicated, though. You were thinking about touching yourself while I was feeding on you. Why don't you do that while I heal these wounds for you? It might be easier for you to ask me for what you want after you've come for me."
For a second, humiliation at his intrusion into my thoughts wars with the raging need I can feel building, hot and leaden, in my core. The need for release wins out, and I hike my skirt up and lean back against him. I am only momentarily surprised when I feel an impossibly hard cock pressing against my lower back. The thought that I'm turning him on, too, eggs me on and I slide a well-practiced hand inside my already damp white lace thong.
My hips buck involuntarily as he flicks his tongue against my neck wounds, bathing them in his saliva. That must be how the healing process works. It feels delicious. With that thought, I slide my middle and index fingers down the length of my dripping-wet slit and plunge them into my aching, hungry pussy. I don't bother to stifle my whimper of pleasure, and I feel the vampire's cock twitch against my back.
Hi, guys! My name is Belle Chere. I'm a librarian with a wild, sexy imagination. I find myself indulging in sexual fantasies on an almost constant basis as I go about my days and nights in these dusty old stacks. My mind often wanders to hotter, more erotic things as I'm doing things like shelving books, or checking them in and out. I decided to share my sexual fantasies with you in my Lascivious Librarian's Fantasies series. This series will consist of short stories that are comprised of the hot and steamy sexual fantasies I've had while working as a librarian. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed coming up with them! I look forward to sharing more of my lascivious fantasies with you in the future!