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Storie - Love Song For A Vampire

12:15 Sep 12 2023
Times Read: 138


I write erotica and I have my own website. www.witchykitten.com. It's free, but you need to make a login to read the adult stories. It's to protect the innocent minds of children ;) They obviously didn't know me as a kid :P

So all I can post here is parts of my stories, but maybe you want to read all of it and will sign up :)

So here it goes:



She ran through the empty streets of this big city, avoiding the dark areas between the blocks, always staying in the light. She stumbled and fell; bruising her knees and hands, but she didn’t stop. Getting on her feet again and breathing hard, her mind screamed, “Run, run faster! You are nearly at home; you’ll be safe there.”
A sob escaped her swollen lips and tears ran down her cheeks, but she didn’t recognize them, running for her life. She passed the drugstore one block from her apartment and nearly started to laugh hysterically when she saw the entrance of the apartment house. Running over the street, she nearly collided with an oncoming car. She didn’t stop; she just ran past the doorman and into the house.

Stopping at the lift, she pushed the button a few times. She tried to slow down her breath while searching for the keys. The lift came and the doors slid open, letting her in. She entered, pushing the button to the 31st floor. The doors closed silently and the cabin moved while Lisa watched the display counting up…10..11..12. With the keys in her hands, she arrived at her floor. The doors slid open and she rushed out, turning left to the fifth door on the left. Nervously she tried to put the key into the hole, her hands numb from the fall, but the keys fell on the floor. She bent down and grabbed them, trying again to open the door.

Finally she made it! The door swung open; two steps and she was in her apartment. Closing the door with a slam behind her and locking it safely, she leaned against the door and slid slowly down until she sat on the floor. Her chin rested on her knees as deep and loud sobs escaping her mouth. Everything began so
amazingly…wonderful…normal….

Two days earlier…

Lisa got ready for her gig at the “The Blue Pool”, a small but exclusive club in the city. She worked there at weekends, and sometimes the owner asked her for a little appearance on special occasions. This night was one of this special occasions. Some very rich businessman was celebrating his birthday. She didn’t like nights like that, but she could use the money.

It was 10:00 pm when she stepped on the little stage, wearing her long blue dress, leaving her shoulders and most of her back free. She went to the microphone and gave the piano player a sign that she was ready. When the first notes floated through the room, it went quiet. First song was Gloomy Sunday. She started to sing, her voice clear and sad. “Sunday is Gloomy…my hours are slumber less...dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless…little white flowers will never awaken you…” Lisa leaned on the piano, the microphone in her hand, looking at Jeff, the piano man, a little sad smile on her lips.
“Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you…Angels have no thought of ever returning you…Would they be angry if I thought of joining you…Gloomy Sunday…” She stepped down from the stage, moving through the room.

From time to time, she touched the shoulder of one of the guests. By the time she came to the VIP-corner of the club, where this special guest and his friends were seated, she finished the song. It was quiet for a few seconds, then the crowed started to applaud and cheer. She bowed a few times and then turned to the VIP-corner. “Mr. Jensen, do you have a wish for a song?”, she asked him.

“Yes, I have. I would like to hear Hey, Big Spender!" He and his friends started to laugh, like the idiots they were.

Lisa kept up her friendly smile, turned to make eye contact with Jeff and started to sing.

”The minute you walked in the joint…I could see you were a man of distinction…. a real Big Spender….good looking, so refined….Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?”

The moment she wanted to sing the second verse one of the guys grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She tried to get up but failed. The guy's sweaty fingers on the soft skin of her back made her shiver.

Lisa didn’t really see what happened. She just saw another man, in an expensive looking black suit, coming out of nowhere. His fist hit the man in the face. The guy squealed like a pig and pushed her from his lap, holding his nose. Before she hit the floor, the mysterious man grabbed her upper arm and held her against him. She looked up into his beautiful face. His piercing look seemed to go into the depths of her soul. She forgot to breathe, to think and just felt. She could hear her heartbeat.

He had black eyes; not just dark brown, they were pitch black. Slowly, his hands slid from her arms. Feeling like this had taken hours, she started to breathe again, hearing the noises of the crowd in the club again.

“Thank you,” she managed to say and turned to the stage.

Slowly she moved away from the VIP-corner. Professional like she was, she gave Jeff a sign to play. She finished the song without any further interruptions.

After two hours, she was drained and her voice sounded smoky. She left the stage and went to her dressing room. It was a little room in the back of the club. When she opened the door, she could smell the scent of roses. She switched on the light and was overpowered for a moment. The room was filled with roses in every imaginable colour. Stepping into the room still overwhelmed from the beauty and the scent, she saw the little white card stuck in the frame of her mirror.

She slowly took it in her hand and started to read: Dear Miss Lisa, my name is Warrick and I would like to invite you for dinner tonight. I expect you in front of the club at midnight. Yours sincerely.

She was flattered, but also a bit upset. How could this man dare to invite her first, and then order that she should be there at midnight? Looking in the mirror, she decided that she would accept the invitation. She was curious who this man was.

It was 11:55 when she exited the club through the front door. Nobody was around and she already wanted to walk to her car, when a car came down the street. Well, it was not only a car, but also a black limousine, which parked where she stood. She waited until the driver got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. When she slid into the car, she smelt sandalwood. It reminded her of the man in the club.

Sinking into the soft leather of the seat, her eyes adjusted to the dim light. On the opposite of her, he sat motionless, looking at her with a seductive smile on his lips. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation, Miss Lisa.”

“I was curious, that’s all. I usually don’t accept invitation from guests, “ she answered. The car started to move. “Where will we go?”

“That is a surprise,” he replied, still smiling. He took an already opened bottle out of a cooler beside his seat and poured the bubbling liquid into two glasses, offering her one of them. Her hand a little shaking, she took it from his hand. When his fingers brushed over hers, a shiver ran down her spine.
They drove for about 30 minutes, leaving the city behind.

The car stopped and the driver left to open the door. Warrick left first and helped her out, holding out a hand. She left the car and saw a castle! She stood there, too stunned to say anything. “That is lovely. Does it belong to you?” she looked at him. He smiled even more and nodded, leading her to the huge wooden portal that led into the castle. A butler was already waiting for them in the big hall.

“Good evening sir. I hope everything is as you wished”, the butler welcomed them.

“I’m sure it is, Jeffrey.”

They crossed the hall and entered a smaller room, which was lit with hundred of candles. A table was set in front of a huge fireplace, where a nice fire was burning. Warrick pulled a chair back and let her sit down.

And with that, the most wonderful evening in her whole life started. She ate things she never had heard of before and drank French champagne. She felt like in a fairy tale. Warrick was charming, always refilling her glass when it was empty. He fed her from his plate. Lisa didn’t wonder where the food came from or why the fire in the fireplace never went smaller the whole night.

Warrick got up from his chair and walked around the table, holding out his hand to her. She looked up and into his dark eyes.

“Would you like to dance, Lisa?”

Lisa took his hand and stood up. Taking her into his arms he started to dance; she could hear a soft and slow melody, coming out of nowhere. Losing herself in the moment, she felt like she wasn’t touching the floor anymore. Lisa closed her eyes and let her head rest on his shoulders.


The rest of the story is on the website ;) I hope you enjoyed it lol


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Bloody Mary

17:49 Sep 03 2023
Times Read: 163





I was researching about 'Bloody Mary' Mary I queen of England from 1553 till 1558, because I was curious where her nickname came from. Over a few links, I ended up on a website that had as topic urban legends and the one of the 'Bloody Mary' ritual.

There are different versions of the ritual (this are examples from the net):

-If you go into the bathroom and look into the mirror with the lights off and the room completely black, and then say 'Bloody Mary' thirteen times, a woman will appear and scratch your face up/off.


-About 100 years ago or so there was a woman named Mary. One day she had a terrible accident and her face was scratched so badly that she bled to death. But her spirit could not rest. Bloody Mary roams the world as an evil ghost. If you stand in front of a mirror in the dark and say her name three times, you will see her horribly mangled face appear. If you don't turn on the light and run away as fast as you can she will try to scratch your face off.


-I was told that if you said "Hell Mary" seven times in front of a mirror in a dark room, you would see Satan's image in the mirror. The story was embellished further by the teller, who claimed that after three "Hell Mary", the mirror turned red, and that after five an unclear face appeared.


-Here's how I always heard the story. You go into a room with a mirror and turn all the lights off (this works well in a bathroom). You begin, in a whisper, to chant "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary", as you continue to chant your voice should grow louder and louder into a near scream. While you are chanting, you should be spinning around at a medium rate and taking a glimpse in the mirror at each pass. Near the 13th repetition of the words . . . "she" should appear and...?

A friend of mine said that her roommate tried this and ran out screaming from the bathroom. She was shaking and appeared genuinely terrified and refused to talk about the incident, but those who were around her when she came out noticed that her clenched fingers were covered in blood.


I found out that Mary I has nothing to do with this ritual and neither has Mary Queen of Scots, but where did this urban legend has its roots?

The legend is quiet old and has been around for ages. Janet Langloise, a folklorist, published an essay in 1978 about this urban legend, when the legend was quiet popular across the USA and a must at slumber parties, by girls and guys as well. The Bloody Mary tale has been known to be anything from a witch that was killed for practicing witchcraft to a modern day woman named Mary Worth who s face got terribly disfigured in a car crash or that it is the devil himself who comes for your soul.


While you may think you're safe from mean and evil Bloody Mary, think again... Legend has it that if you are near a mirror in total darkness, she will come for you, regardless of whether or not you're trying to call for her.


What I found out for sure, is that nobody knows where it's origin is. There are a few theories one of it is, that they heritage from the old ritual of sitting in front of a mirror with just one candle burning and brushing your hair. When you then look over your shoulder you will see the face of your future husband in it.

Mirrors and reflections in general have always been held in fear and awe, and consequently been linked to the supernatural. Mirrors, like small bowls of water or crystal balls, were thought to be able to reveal the future or give a vision of distant locations, including at times the land of the dead, if used with the proper rituals.

One think I know for sure, I won't try out if I can make Bloody Mary appear. Another fact is, that I couldn't find any references that this ritual existed like that in Europe too.

I'm curious if one of you ever dared to try it.


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Shadowing
Shadowing
18:33 Sep 03 2023

I haven't really thought about the origins of Bloody Mary.

I really loved the information you found.

Thank you for sharing,





cicada
cicada
13:40 Sep 04 2023

Thank you for sharing! I have fond memories of trying the Bloody Mary game in the mirror with my cousins as a child. They always freaked out but I secretly really wanted to see her!





Witchykitten
Witchykitten
20:41 Sep 04 2023

lol I never dared to do it. I have really great respect for such games. I remember I used a ouja board with friends when I was still living at home. Already that night, strange things happened and if my friends wouldn't have been there to witness it, I would have thought I'm going crazy. I made it a rule to never use such things anymore in my own home. :)








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