Steamy Fantasy Story

Dear diary,

It is difficult for me to explain how my innocent trip to the ice cream store ended in the best orgasm of my life, but I'm not afraid to try... Maybe writing about it will turn me on later. Here goes nothing (well, nothing besides the wetness in my panties)...

Dairy Queen is my go-to for cold, sugary treats; they have a cotton candy blizzard during the summer season, and pumpkin spice blizzards during autumn. It's such a perfect space to relax and release your mind to the indulgence of sugar, and, thus, desire.

There weren't too many people there, which made everything feel more apprehensive. I was waiting, but I had no idea what it was. When the door opened and a girl with insanely curly natural hair appeared, I knew just what I was craving. And I knew this sickeningly sweet blizzard just wasn't going to cut it.

I didn't notice her stare at first, funnily enough. But she WAS staring, just as intently as I was. I licked the curves of my spoon, slipped my tongue across the cold, sugary red plastic. She bit hers, then bright it to her lap, playfully.

When I walked to my car, I knew she would meet me there. Sure enough, I caught her golden face highlight striking my mirror, blinding against her smooth, truffle-hued skin.

"I'll drive," she said.

I handed her the keys.

Our ride was thrilling. Her foot pressed the pedal automatically, but when she noticed my excitement, she slowed to avoid every bump in the road, real or imaginary. I don't remember when she popped her breasts out from the top of her shirt, but I do recall her reaching over to mine, asking for permission. When I began to say yes, she told me the safe word was "blizzard".

There was a certain hunger in her eyes as she spoke again. "Let's get something out of the way before we have any more fun; I am your master, and you are my weak vampire maiden. I will show you dark ways of drawing blood and the pleasure of indulging. What I say is law."

God! Her voice turned me on with every syllable. I could hardly contain myself, my clit so swollen with sheer want. She looked at me sideways as she pressed her nipples back below her shirt. "Deny yourself now... It will be even better later on."

It wasn't long before we reached an alcove, decorated with velvet swathes of fabric and lace lingerie lying discarded near the back. It was carved into the side of a cliff, hidden from view, and unsuspecting in location. My legs shuddered when I stepped out of the car, I trembled with energy.

"On your knees, Anabelle," she said, assigning me my name.

I eagerly did as she asked, my legs spread apart as I sank into the ground. I could feel the blood in my vagina as it knocked ravenously, angrily, waiting for a release.

She undressed me with an elegant ferocity. Her movements were quick enough to make my breasts ripple and soft enough to leave the clothes flawless and unstretched. It wasn't long before I was completely naked, and she had me in a set of chains.

I was laying on a velvet curtain, my legs spread far apart. The chains brought me up between two enormous walls. I was set up just high enough for my feet to have no chance of touching the ground. There wasn't a wall close to my back, leaving me entirely exposed, My arms were above my head, which made my chest stretch and quiver as I breathed. She sat there, just watching for a few minutes, knowing the agony I was feeling. A slight breeze picked up. The wetness between my thighs was now cool and tight. Dusk was coming on.

She undressed herself to reveal bare skin, no underwear in sight. Before I could ask if she was going to tease me, her hand was inside of me. Her fingers didn't move. She licked and traced the curves of my body, paying special attention to my hips, nipples, and sternum. It wasn't long before she released her hands from me, pulled up a chair, and sat in front of me. Her feet sat on the arms of the chair, and she began to rub her clit.

She moaned and grimaced with delight. I could see her breathing quicken before I heard it, and feel the orgasm before her rapturous shriek. There was a quick squirt and her legs shook before she sank back into seat with a smirk.

"I've eaten, now it's your turn."

Oh! and was it! She ate me to pieces, fingered me, used a maliciously strong vibrator over my clit. By the end, I had edged and been denied an orgasm at least 12 times. The vibrator came back and this time she held it viciously against me. She caressed and pressed my breasts, grasped my thigh, and when I climaxed, she refused to relent.

I would like to say I took it like a champion, but I groaned and squirmed, my eyes clouded by the intensity. I didn't want it to continue- but I didn't want it to stop, either.

And it didn't. She kept me still until I stuttered out the word "blizzard".

She unlocked my restraints, and supplied me with a set of gothic jewelry, and a black draping dress. When I put it on and headed back to my car, I couldn't help but peer over my shoulder, legs bumbling along, and saw the sucubus in her true, undeniable form.