It's about 12:00, midnight...I just watched Jay Leno make a few jokes about our political leaders, and I'm a wee bit bored with tonights guests. Flipping through the channels, Arsenio has a guest who, I can't figure out whether he's a man or a woman. It amuses me for a moment, but, when I finally figure it out... the show's over. The really late-night fare is dull, boring, and not enough to keep me home.

Egads, I miss the old days. The old days? Well... that was then and this is now. And, I guess they weren't that good. I remember that mob, that riot... ah, but I digress! I leave my home and walk to my Chevy pick-up. Not the most stylish vehicle, I guess. But the sparkles in the metallic paint shine in tonights' moonlight. It'll do. Passing some restaurants on my way to the freeway, I begin to feel hungry, really hungry.

I pass some teenagers standing on a corner, one of the girls is wearing a low cut blouse, and a short skirt. She looks delicious as she flashes a smile in my direction, but, in a crowd like that, I wouldn't even know how to approach her. My favorite dining spot on a lonely night like this is in Hollywood. You can always find something fresh there. Especially on Hollywood Blvd. That's where all the dreamers end-up anyway, they follow the stars on the sidewalk. The stars that just lead to another street and to the shattered reality that they'll never see those dreams again.

Damned it, the police are out in force, and they're hassling the kids cruising the boulevard. I don't like it when they do this. But, what can you do? So, I park between Hollywood and Sunset, walking back towards my favorite dining spot. Hmmm... I wonder if I should eat-in, or take-out tonight. Decisions, decisions! Ah, there's something that looks good. I think I'll take-out!

Oops! I have just bumped into the most gorgeous Thai girl I have ever seen, it looks like she was carved out of ice-cream. We both say that we're sorry at the same time, and then we burst into laughter. She's alone, I'm alone, and we spend the next hour-and-a-half laughing and talking. Then, I take the plunge over the drink I haven't touched, and I ask if she'd like to go back to my place. Why not, she asks, and since I don't have anything negative to add, we leave. On the freeway, she tells me that she doesn't do this all the time, but that she feels really comfortable with me. Then, she asks what I like to do. "In Thailand, we are raised to please our men" she offers, adding that she even likes to get "kinky" sometimes. I look down at her dark stockings and her feet clad in shiny black pumps (my personal weakness). Listening to her sexy Asian accent, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll even make it home!

Before I can turn on the light in my unfinished and sparsely furnished house, the girl presses herself into my arms and grids her hips into my groin. We start to undress each other until I'm wearing only my underwear and socks, and she... Well, in the flattering light of the moon, I have to pause. She is wearing silken and lacey lingerie, garters, nylon stockings and high-heels.

I find myself standing before a goddess, a tender kiss of a woman, I am humbled before my totally submissive fantasy. She steps back, smiles as she watches me enjoy the view. "You likey" she asks. Then, she bends down, her long, raven black hair pouring out onto the floor before her. She reaches into her purse and asks: "Do you mind if" she pauses, reaching into her purse. "Do I mind what" I ask. She presents me with some leather straps, and looking down at the floor asks: "You tie me up, please, I like that"?

After I tie her down to my bed, she gives herself to me in the fullest expression of the word. I don't even know how to express it, sex isn't a strong enough word! Giving herself to me has ruined my plans.

How can I eat now? I'm so hungry, but she has satisfied my every desire, fantasy and need. She has satisfied my every craving save one, my need for food, my need for human blood. In my arms, she trembles as we share the frosty delirious experience of orgasmic ecstasy, arching her young, brown neck as she cries out in pleasure. I open my mouth, I reach my hand around behind her head and while she still trembles I bite into her and gently suck only enough warm blood to satisfy the beast within me. I can't drink her dry, this is a special case. She's not just "a piece of meat". Now I tremble, what if this is love?

Turning towards me, she asks: "You makey mark"? She thinks I just gave her a hickey. I'm relieved. But I don't want to talk, I don't want to explain. We kiss, and I'm sure she has to taste some residual blood in my mouth. Still, she doesn't seem to notice, and after another hour of impassioned lust, she falls asleep. I untie her and hold her a little longer in my arms, gently stroking her flawless flesh.

I allow myself to dream of a normal life, a life like this, but, a new day is about to dawn and my dream disintegrates. I rush to my crypt, and I lay in my coffin as I wait for the night. The television set is on, Jay Leno is especially funny and he has a special guest tonight, you know, that guy who used to be on that comedy about Nazis during WWII?

But, I have to go out, you see, I'm still hungry and tonight, I'll skip Hollywood. I can't fall in love, no, that could kill me! I think I'll go to, well, you know? It's, yeah, that place you like to go at night! I guess that I'll be seeing you there, eh? And, I guess that I won't be falling-in-love, this time!

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: May 23, 2005r.