Once Bitten

Raspberry was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen; not just physically, there was something more about her. Her perfect raven hair, her deep brown eyes, her alabaster skin, her goddess-like body; any or all of these would have melted me on sight, but they were masking something even better. Something that I couldn't see, and didn't understand, but knew I craved. She asked me to dance; I accepted, how could I not? We danced to a few fast songs; shaking, grinding playing off each other's erotic moves. Although we hadn't touched, I could feel her energy: pulling me in, making me wet. When the DJ played a ballad, I practically fell into her arms, embracing her. She held me so close as we danced, her breasts crushed tightly against mine. Her hands slid down and gripped my ass, I looked into her eyes, and she kissed me. My lips parted, hungrily I pulled her tongue into my mouth. It was like no other kiss I'd ever experienced. I felt as though she was filling me with herself, and just when I thought I was going to actually cum from this kiss, I was snapped out of my trance by a sharp pain as she bit my lip. She pulled her head back as I opened my eyes and mumbled an apology. I wasn't bleeding badly, but I could see my blood on her lips, and without thinking I grabbed her face and licked it off. She looked into my eyes, and asked me if I understood. I said yes and tilted my head back, offering my neck to her. The pain was exquisite as as she bit into me, and just before I lost consciousness, I experienced the most incredible, intense orgasm of my entire life. Then I closed my eyes and prepared to die...

A Little Background

Well, lets start at the beginning:
I've always been a bad girl, I never listened as a child, I was a rebel teen, when authority figures told me not to do something, I often did it just to find out what they were trying to hide.Therefore I started smoking an 12 (I didn't like it so it didn't last); smoked my first joint at 14, (tried harder stuff but pot was always my favorite).
Then one night, at a friends sweet 16 party it happened: I was a little too high and a LOT too drunk when my friends brother Jack coaxed me into his room to show me his "pet snake". Of course when we walked into his room I was a bit confused that I didn't see a cage or aquarium. My confusion evaporated when I turned around to ask Jack where his snake was; he was holding it! A 9" "spitting cobra"! He asked me if I wanted to pet it, and although I knew I should be pissed at his arrogance, I couldn't take my eyes off it. As I walked back across the room to him, I heard my own voice say "I'd rather kiss it!" as if from outside mt body. That night I discovered my first addiction, SEX!
I'm 25 now, and after the last ten years I've been with men and women, Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, it never mattered. 1 on 1, threesomes foursomes, a couple gang bangs (I love to be the center of attention), and 12 "amateur" adult films. I figured that my life would go on like this until I lost my looks, then came the night I met Raspberry... (to be continued)

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Nyala