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'Tis the season to start stalking...Fa la la la la, la la la la!
03:34 Dec 29 2008
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I had a desire to prowl last night. It is rare for me, but sometimes, the need to stalk before feeding is great.

The recent heavy rains make it easier to move about unnoticed. I will admit that I had a very easy time of stalking my latest prey - he was blind.

He was walking in the rain with a bag of groceries in one hand, making his way with a guide stick in the other. The tapping of the stick made a soothing sound. I followed him to the main door of his apartment complex, and easily slipped inside, barely brushing against him as he shut the door. He was startled and asked "Is anyone here?" Of course, I said nothing. I quietly followed him to the elevator, and slipped in with him when the doors opened.

Once inside with the doors closed, he felt the keypad for his floor and pushed the number three. He cocked his head slightly, listening for unfamiliar noise. His short dark hair was plastered to his head, and water trickled down his face. He inhaled deeply, then frowned. "Is someone here?" he asked again. I said nothing -I realized that he probably smelled my perfume. Oh well. I just stared at his handsome face and looked into his gorgeous, but sightless blue eyes. His eyelashes were sparkling with rain droplets. Beautiful, I thought.

When we got to his apartment, I decided to let him go in alone. I would pick the lock later...let him get in, get settled, then have my way with him...

While I was loitering in the hallway, the elevator opened to let out a couple. I turned sideways so that they could not see my face, and made an act of going through my coat pockets, as if looking for a key. They said hello and continued on. I waited for another five minutes, then picked the lock of the door of my blind man. It was simple enough. However, when I pushed the door open, there was a chain blocking my entry. With two fingers, I yanked it loose and tossed it inside onto the carpeted floor. I slipped in, quietly closing the door behind me.

The apartment was dark, but of course, I could see perfectly with my vampire night vision. No need for a blind man to have lights turned on, I chuckled to myself.

The apartment was rather spartan - clean, with very little in the way of furniture and 'stuff'. I noticed a floor lamp in a corner of the living room, next to an easy chair - no doubt being available for visitors to use. I removed my trench coat - a new Dolce and Gabbana! - and draped it over the back of the chair. I noticed that there were books everywhere - in bookcases, stacks on the floor, and on a small coffee table - apparently, all in Braille.

I could hear the shower running. Oh goody , I thought - I love it when a man is naked and wet. I caught myself licking my lips in anticipation, and laughed. The steam from the shower gave off a fresh minty scent. I leaned against the sink and waited...

Soon, the blind man turned off the water, pulled back the shower door, then stretched. He had a slender, muscular build. He had very little body hair. I smiled, thinking on how I was going to enjoy this one.



The blind man stepped from the shower. I purposely let him bump into me, as I got behind him.

"What the hell!" he gasped. He tried to turn around, but he could not, as I had him by the neck, with just enough pressure to keep him still.

"Be quiet, dear" I whispered. The pulse from his throat flowed through my fingers like electricity, making my blood tingle. He swallowed, and his Adam's apple moved under my fingers. There was a good clean energy emanating from him.

"My wallet is on top of the dresser in the bedroom" he finally said.

"That is nice" I replied. "However, I am not here to rob you...let us go into this bedroom of yours".

I read his thoughts. There was some confusion. He wondered how a woman could have broken into his home, and have such a strong grip on his neck. There was fear...and curiosity.

'Oh do not worry, love. I am not going to harm you" I said. The blind man slowly led the way to the bedroom.

His bedroom was rather spartan too. There was only a full-sized bed, a large dresser, and a chair. I turned on the light, then adjusted the dimmer. I pushed him onto his bed, where he landed on his back. He tried to sit up, but I gently eased him back, gliding my hands over his damp skin.

"Please" he said. 'Who are you? What do you want?" I laughed, and replied "Well, I am not here for your money. And I am not here to harm you...why do you think I am here?"

I continued to let my hands roam all over him. His faced colored. I could feel the blood and heat rushing throughout his body. "Yes dear" I said, reading his thoughts. 'I am here for that and more".

He laid there, trembling. I asked him his name. He swallowed hard, then said "Daniel".

"Well, hello Daniel. My name is Isis" I pinned his arms over his head, then I ran my tongue across his throat...then I bit him. His blood tasted so sweet. I wanted to take things slow and easy, so I released him. He remained still, in a daze.

'Let us begin this night's passion, shall we?" I said, as I gently parted his legs, caressing his inner thighs...