lillithvain

Good Morning Everyone!

Music of the Day: Sisters of Mercy: Floodlands

Mood of the Day: Awake, slighting irritated that I continually have these very strange dreams that I love!

Book of the Day: Sex and the Single Vampire (and, thank you for sending me this book! I have nearly read the entire thing last night. It is a fantastic book! I would post your name here, but unfortunately they only gave me your real name when I received it, but you know who you are! Thanks for the Book!!!

Drink of the Day: Soon to be hot tea (Egyptian Licorice)

Thought of the Day: Why are dreams so much better than reality could ever be. Sometimes I just don't want to wake up. I want to sleep forever!

So, I still know no one in Seattle that can be my tour guide, so I will have to just go randomly exploring by myself. I was trying desperately to get my friend IsisWynter to go with me, but she probably has to work. That makes me sad!

I'm still waiting for my next set to go live... I don't know when it's going to happen, but I'm excited nonetheless. I'm going to shoot another one as soon as this one is live. My hair is back to it's normal black today. Creatively insane I guess. I'm debating on weather or not it would be worth my time and my effort to go to work today.

I painted another picture last night, since this is what I do when I can't sleep. I painted the beautiful Vasha.
She doesn't know yet, it's a secrete so don't tell! I don't think we've ever talked, but I am so in love with her set that I just had to paint her! I'll post it when I can, but for right now I don't have any pictures of it.

I haven't heard back from the company that I sent my manuscript too, so I've decided to post the damn story here on SG for all of you to read, so if your not interested in some Vampire Porn... Please skip this next section and go straight to the pictures!

Sin Chapters 1&2 Written by: Lillith Vain

CHAPTER ONE
The End Begins

The Ohio summers were always warm, but that year it was simply scorching. We didn't have air conditioning in our little rundown studio apartment, so we had the fans on full blast to blow the muggy air around the room. Our best, a shiny silver one we bought at Wal-Mart the summer before, was sitting in the window blowing the oppressive air into, and about the room.
We were sitting on the couch, melting into puddles of sticky-people-ooze when you reached over and pushed the wet strand of hair clinging to my forehead out of my face.
Do you regret it? you asked me.
Hum, oh no, I replied smugly. I only regret that we didnt completely indulge ourselves, but theres always this morning.
You laughed, as if I was miraculous, and the world would somehow never find out that our paths had crossed in a maniacal fashion. Youre so beautifully evil, you purred in my ear. Lets take a shower.
Oh, yes, and the shower was so good. The cool water ran over us like Jesus blood from beneath his thorny crown of repression. Our sins were melting away in the frozen water and urging us to create new, greater ones. My mind was begging for sex, but you stayed my thoughts. I remember; I asked you to take me, I begged, but you resisted with a little laugh. We have better sins to drown in tonight, my dear, you hissed in my ear.
Even then, as your sweet wine-smelling breath caressed my skin, I wanted to have you. You told me to wait my turn.
I understood all too well, but your patience made me want to scream. I reached my arms around your neck, and I took what I could from your lips, begging them for more when you withdrew.
Ohhh, I moaned passionately. Why wont you give me at least a little taste of the pleasures you have?
You laughed, so I tried to persuade you. I soaked my long red hair under the water and let it fall over my slightly freckled shoulders. I slowly rubbed soap over my firm breasts and erect pink nipples. I caressed myself, and rubbed the soap between my legs provocatively. You stared at me as if you were in a trance, but you made no move to get closer to me.
I love your freckles, you teased.
I rubbed my slippery body on yours, trying to entice you, but you pushed me away. I reached over and teased your nipples between my fingers, and kissed you ruthlessly on you supple red lips, but you didnt give in to me. Our shower was over too quickly.
We stepped out carelessly, dripping cool water onto the old peeling tile of the dirty bathroom floor.
Dont slip and hit your head, you teased, and shoved me roughly towards the door. If you die, Ill surely take advantage of your corpse, you know.
Is that the only way Ill get what I want? I giggled. You didnt find it amusing.
You walked past me quickly and offered an aggravated sigh to comfort my delusions of harmony and trust. Ill be leaving now, you barked at me sourly. I wondered then what your lips would taste like. Would they be as bitter as your personality?
I pushed you toward the couch, but you caught yourself before you fell. Not now, you whispered, as you made a condescending gesture to me with your hands. I have things to do.
I sulked for a moment as I watched you pick up your stained t-shirt from the floor and pull it on over your head. Your long hair, darkened even more by the water, dampened the shirt as it lay upon it. The two commingling created a smell that reminded me of winter back home, and the stench of the freshly turned graves where my friends and I used to hang out. We were careless back then, and stupid. It was a time when death was fun to us, and we didnt understand its immensity.
You glared at me as if you could eat me alive. My pants? you asked casually.
I pointed to the sodden bathroom floor. You took them off in there, remember? I teased. I guess youll have to stay.
No, you hissed, as you came closer, too close, but at the same time not close enough. Bitch! you screamed at me cruelly.
I wanted to say something then, to smack you, spit on you, and call you trash, but I could not. Take my long skirt, I offered instead, trying to ease the tension.
You turned away so quickly that I barely saw you. I had closed my eyes for a second, to think, and didnt reopen them swiftly enough. In the bottom drawer, I called to you from across the room.
Ive got it, you hissed back, still angry.
You tugged the long black satin skirt up and over your naked thighs and cock. I loved the way it hugged your body, hung advantageously from your sexy hipbones. You had the body of an Adonis, well muscled and lean. Your skin was flawless, extraordinarily white, and contrasted dramatically with your long black hair and piercing blue eyes.
Those eyes were hypnotizing, and they shone like freshly polished diamonds. One glance from you could make my heart melt, shatter me into a thousand pieces, and then put me back together again. Looking into them was like looking into your own soul. They reflected honesty.
Oh, and your lips, your lips were like rubies, so red it always made me wonder if you were wearing lipstick. They were so full, so inviting, that I could barely resist the urge to kiss you constantly.
It looks good on you, I purred. Are you sure you wont stay?
I knew I shouldnt have asked you again. The stupidity of my question raced through my mind as you abruptly turned around, and raced across the room, hand outstretched, and smacked me across the face.
Sorry, I muttered, as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door.
Meet me at Frank & Steins tonight, you called back to me. We have things to do.
I watched as you walked away. As the door slammed shut behind you, I realized that I was still standing in the center of the floor, naked and wet.
I stood there, hopeless for a moment, but quickly smiled to myself. I grasped my warm stinging face in my hand. Ill see you later, I whispered, knowing that you didnt hear me.







CHAPTER TWO
Sins of the Betrayed

I was sitting at the bar, glass of red wine in one hand and clove cigarette in the other, trying to look as dark and mysterious as possible, while I waited for you. I had been staring at the door for nearly an hour before a young boy with dark eyes and dark hair came to sit next to me.
Hello, he stuttered, obviously nervous. Can I buy you a drink?
Sure.
I nodded my head so that he understood me over the music. Have a seat, I said, and I patted the stool next to me.
The boy was definitely too short for my taste, probably about five ten, but his small frame and beautiful eyes intrigued me. So, I put on my most innocently devilish face, and smiled sweetly at him.
Ill have merlot, please.
What? he stuttered shyly.
Mer-low, I let the word slide off my tongue. To drink, I reminded him.
Oh, he spat, as he stumbled to find more words.
I grabbed his hand and held it firmly in my own. He glanced at me, and his eyes reminded me of a trapped animal. I could see the fear in them, lingering behind the dark brown irises.
Take your hair down! I demanded, while staring into them.
He didnt hesitate. He quickly reached up over his head, and pulled a small black rubber band from his hair. His long, obviously dyed black locks, fell to his mid-back.
Thats very sexy, I admitted, trying to be sweet to the boy. Wont you take me home now.
He looked faint. His already pale complexion turned into the whitest pallor I had ever seen, other than yours of course.
Dont worry, I dont bite, I reassured him. I yanked him up from the bar stool, and began pulling him effortlessly to the door. Do you have an apartment?
Um, yes, he stammered. Just about a block from here.
Good, I replied hastily. I wanted him, but wished he were you. Take me there quickly. I want to fuck.
Ok, he fumbled, as we walked away. But I have a roommate.
I didnt care. I was pissed because you had stood me up again. I walked with the boy, not more than a block, to a run-down apartment house above Chambers. That was the store where I liked to buy you clothes, which you refused to wear.
I walked on in a daze. The boy opened the door for me, and then let himself into the hallway. Watch your step, he cautioned me, but not in time. I slipped on the wet tile, and fell forward harshly.
My gloves saved my hands, but my face was not spared. The lower step to the apartment hit me squarely across the mouth, and bust my lip open. The boy was shaking and apologizing fiercely. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and extended a hand to him for some help. He was shaking, but managed to help me up.
Oh, youre bleeding! he exclaimed worriedly. Come upstairs and Ill get you some ice and something to wipe your face with. Its covered with blood!
I leaned heavily against the wall, and enjoyed the feeling of the relatively cool stones pressed against my back. Could you just go and get me a towel?
The boy ran up the stairs without a word. He reappeared quickly with a towel in one hand and a glass of warm water in the other. Are you ok? he asked, worried. I took the towel from him and dipped it into the water.
Ill be fine, I reassured him. Its just a small cut. I probably dont even need stitches.
Do you still want to come up? he asked hesitantly. I still want you to.
No, I responded, watching as his hope faded. Fuck me here!
I tossed the towel onto the steps and grinned wickedly at him.
The boy looked flabbergasted. But youre still bleeding, he spluttered, and pointed to my lip.
I took his finger, and I put it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the tip, and then sucked lightly on the entire finger.
Fuck me, I repeated to him.
He started to protest, but I pushed him backwards against the opposite wall and kissed him ferociously, ignoring the pain in my face. Fuck me, I growled at him again. I grasped his crotch in my hand, and felt his hardening cock.
He was completely stunned. He was standing against the wall trembling and gasping for air. I ripped open his shirt, caring nothing for the buttons, and undid his pants. I looked longingly into his eyes, and pulled them down to his knees. I kissed his stomach, and then took his eagerly stiff penis into my mouth.
My lip ached as I slid my tongue down and around his shaft, playing momentarily with the head. Fuck me, I howled to him, as I drew away. Now!
The poor boy was completely in shock. I pulled him down to the slightly wet floor, and laid him on his back. My pussy was wet and yearning for him, but I wanted to drag it out, make it last. I pulled up my skirt and revealed to him that I wore no underwear, then knelt carefully over his face.
Lick it, I moaned pleadingly.
He barely moved at first, but I coaxed him quietly. Please, I begged. You can do this.
He slid his arms up around my legs, and pulled me down to his waiting mouth.
Um, yes I purred, as he lapped at my clit with his inexperienced tongue.
I rocked back and forth on his face, letting him fumble around for a few seconds before lifting myself up, satisfied that he didnt know what he was doing. I slid myself backwards, scraping up my knees on the stones, until I was hovering over his rigid cock.
Tell me you want me to fuck you! I insisted.
The boy closed his eyes, and I could see his lips moving, trying to make the words come out. Say: I want you to fuck me! I demanded.
Finally, he gave a soft moan, and sputtered out the words. Instantly, I fell upon his dick with a viciousness born of desire. He groaned loudly. I launched myself up and down with fierce agility, and then slowed down and danced perilously atop the head of his dick.
Tell me when youre going to cum! I demanded to him.
Yes, he groaned back to me. I will.
Good! I yelled, and I slipped down onto him again.
It was over too quickly. I lurched up and down, my pussy's hungry mouth eating him alive as I rode him more quickly.
Yes, more! I screamed, and then heard him say quietly, Im coming.
What? I yelled, as he got off inside of me, filling my tunnel with sticky sperm.
I slapped him hard across the face for not waiting for me to get off first, even though I knew he had no experience, and no idea what to do.
He cried as I pulled myself off of him, and stood up angrily. I looked down. He was holding his face just as I had been earlier when you slapped me. I kicked him for being pathetic, and pushed the gate open leaving, him to lie there crying.
I almost felt bad. I walked back towards the bar and flagged down a taxi to take me home, but then remembered that I was still unfulfilled.



More to come of this story.... if you want to read it that is.

Now for some pictures. I am going to post a few "Candid" shots of me running around acting like a butthead...!


Me and BitchBoy after the show!

Me and Andy w/my Little Girl Panties from the Liars Liar Skit! Bitch boy was later wearing these things!!!

Genitorturers and Crew (from Left to Right)
Sylvain, Evil D, Gen, Bitch Boy, Me, Angel, Gretchen, Biz, Andy, and Choo Choo's head up top!

Me and Cevin Key from Skinny Puppy!!!

Happy Holidays!