The air was thick, humid and full of smells. Cigarettes, sweat and a hint of vomit. The music loud and rocking from the band on stage. Laughter rang in the air. I sit at the back table drinking my imported beer, watching people enjoy the night. Yes, I am of wealth and privilege but I love coming to little dive bars in the backwoods of Louisiana. The atmosphere and people are friendly and every once in a while I would come up on a nice little piece of ass.

I knew that my looks attracted them and tonight was no different. Many young, nice and lovely women are checking me out. Sending sly glances and smiles my way. Tonight I wasn’t looking for NICE, or just a piece of ass. Tonight I have BAD things on my mind. It has been a craving I’ve carried with me all my life. It started when I was 8 years old, thoughts of hurting animals or people. I told my mother this once and she just said ” No, you don’t do those sort of things Daniel.” and pushed it out of her mind. She wasn’t much help.

I fought these thoughts all through my teenage years and through my early 20s, until one night opportunity opened a door. It was my senior year in college. I knew her, not very well, but enough that she trusted me. I wasn’t even planning on killing her but we were alone, she was sweet and innocent. The craving called, temptation won, and it was done. The feeling of her life being squeezed out of her by my own hands was the best high I ever had. After that it was an urge, a craving, my every thought was when can I feel that way again.

I curb the craving most of the time but tonight, the craving calls me, it is strong. I’ve been watching her for a while and she is beautiful, to beautiful for a place like this. Long Blonde hair, small heart shape face, a nice round ass. Her ample breast in the low-cut blouse she is wearing is spilling over. She is slim, petite, innocent and sweet. The kind I like. The small ones you can overpower easily. She looks up and catches me staring at her.  I give her my million dollar smile. She naturally blushes and turns her head away. Yes, she is the one.

I can feel the desire and my craving rise up in me and my manhood starts to stir with anticipation. I get up slowly and walk over to where she is sitting on a bar stool. I sit down next to her. “Hello, my name is Daniel. Can I buy you a drink?” She smiles shyly and shakes her head yes. I tell the bartender to bring us another of whatever she is having and me another beer. “Well” I say, ” You know my name but I don’t know yours.” I smile showing her my pearly whites. “My name is Sherry” she says as she offers me her hand,”Nice to meet you.” I take her hand in mine, soft, tiny, almost child like. My craving starts to hum.

We talk for a while and I make her laugh, get her relaxed and comfortable. I order more drinks. I find out that she is new in this small town, just moved here. She hadn’t made any friends except the owner of this dive. She moved into the small apartment above the bar just last week. I order more drinks and find out, with a little coaxing, that both her parents died in a car crash last year and she has no relatives left around here. My craving starts to vibrate with excitement and pure delight. This was perfect. As the evening wore on, she would laugh at whatever I said and reach out with her hand and brush mine. I could tell she was opening up to me. This was good. After a few more rounds she was flirting, making eye contact and ever so slowly pressing her body into mine. I knew I had her and that my craving was going to be well fed tonight.

As the evening came to a close, I knew I had to make my move and get her upstairs to her apartment. As I ponder this, she looks at me shyly and with a flush in her cheeks asks with a slight giggle, ” Would you like to come upstairs to my apartment for more drinks.” My craving chuckles with glee. “Sure, I say, That would be very nice.” I could tell she was a little nervous, maybe even worried but I smile at her warmly and start talking about my Cat Rufus and how I love the little guy. She starts to smile and relax once again as we make our way upstairs to her apartment. I can feel the craving start to build as she opens the door and we walk in.

Her apartment is nice, very small but nice. It consists of a small kitchenette area that connects to the living room. A small hallway leads straight to her bedroom door. As she closes the door and locks it, I notice that there is lace everywhere. Her curtains, tablecloth, scarves for the coffee tables and even her lamps are covered with lace. The lace is sheer snowy white and shimmering in the low light of the room. Like a child’s room I thought to myself. “Do you like the lace, she asks sweetly, I made it myself.” I tell her that it is really beautiful and she beams with pride. She says,”Please make yourself at home, I have to go to the little girls room.” She turns and walks into the bedroom.

Ah, I think to my self, opportunity arises yet again. My craving is slowly gnawing with expectations of the pleasure that will soon come. I walk slowly and quietly into her bedroom. DARKNESS, except for the light coming out from under the bathroom door. I wait for her in the shadows, waiting for the time to attack. My breathing starts to become heavier and I fight to control it, my palms are starting to sweat, my heart beating fast. The craving is yelling, screaming in my head. I hear the water shut off and footsteps. I lick my lips as the door opens and she walks out.

I hesitate. I’m speechless and stunned. She is standing in the doorway with the light from the bathroom coming from behind her. She is standing naked, half in darkness, half in light. The light shining on her from behind shows off her curves. Her long blonde hair is glowing like a halo, flowing around her face. She is perfection. Her skin flushed but luminous. As my eyes slowly slide over her body, I see what seems to be a birthmark, shaped oddly like an hourglass just above her navel. That was the only mar on her glorious skin. Her breast, slightly moving up and down from her breathing, are large, full and firm. Her nipples rigid and erect from the cool air. I feel my manhood tighten against my pants as I take in the rest of her.

Her waist is small and tiny, her hips curved and wide, her stomach firm and flat. Her pleasure mound hairless and perfectly pink. She starts to move slowly, walking over to me and I’m transfixed by the look on her face, it’s as if she is starving, hungry to taste me. Before I can move she is wrapped around me. Placing her hand behind my head, she brings my lips to hers. She taste like nectar, sweet and delicious. Her lips take control over mine and I let her. My craving is saying not to let her take control but my body isn’t listening. Her kisses get deeper, longer, harder. I kiss her back with force and she moans with pleasure. I feel her start to push me towards the bed and I back up till I feel the bed behind my knees.

She pushes me hard and I fall back on to the bed. She  is on top of me loosening my belt, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down just enough for my now hard throbbing manhood to be released from its confine. I feel her small hands grab my smooth hard shaft and start stoking, stopping at the tip and squeezing gently. I glance down at her and she is looking into my eyes and smiling as she takes me into her mouth. The cool wetness of her mouth makes me moan slightly. She starts taking all of my rigid shaft into her mouth, teasing me with her tongue. Up and down, the fluidity of motion, each time she comes up her mouth gets tighter and the suction stronger.

I give out a loud moan as she takes me all in her mouth..up and down. I start to tense as the filling of ecstasy starts to climb. She stops and releases my hard shaft . I feel her move and climb on top till she is straddling me, she takes one hand and grabs hold of my manhood and slowly slides me into her wet hot passage. I feel her move, and thrust slowly at first, taking me all in. She starts to move faster, riding me. I reach up and grab her hips and pull back right away. Her skin is burning hot.  I start to lose concentration as she moves faster and faster. She rides me with wild abandon. I feel the fire building up inside, I’m close to exploding. She arches her body back and grabs onto my ankles. She takes me all in each time she thrusts. I feel her legs get tighter, squeezing me. I scream out her name as I spill my load and climax hard inside her.

I feel her body stop unexpectedly. My eyes are closed as I feel her body lurch forward me in a rush, I open them at once and she is inches from my face staring at me with glowing red eyes.  “Holy shit!” I scream out. I try to move, to push her off of me but she has me pinned down with brute force. My mind is screaming RUN, RUN, RUN!  How can she be so strong? I hear a low crunching noise as if something is breaking. Yes, like bones breaking. I look and see that both sides of her rib cage are moving, like an accordion. Oh, sweet Jesus this can’t be happening. I look at her face and her eyes have rolled back into her head. Her face contorted into a grotesque mask. Her nose nonexistent. Her mouth gaping open, becoming wider and wider. I hear a bone snap and I know that was her jaw. Something warm is running down over my body and legs. I look only to see blood and green slime slowly oozing everywhere. A loud pop sounds and I see what looks like wet large, furry, spindle legs protruding out of both sides of her rib cages. What is happening? My mind is screaming but my eyes just can’t look away. A growl, like a small animal, escapes from her throat and as I look back into her face it’s not her face anymore. Her eyes are replaced by two large glowing red orbs on each side of her head. Two large fangs hanging where her mouth should have been. Two long feelers wrapped around where her cheeks were. Realization hits me and I know now what she is!

I start to thrash. I try to move my arms. Try to push her off of me but it’s useless. Her strength is ten times more then mine. I start to scream but before I can I feel those sharp fangs plunge into my chest. The pain is unbearable and I am in agony but then I feel warmth spreading through my body. Whatever she injected me with is flowing through my blood. I can feel calmness set in, my legs and body relax. I can no longer feel them and I realize I’m paralyzed. I watch in sheer terror as she removes the fangs from my chest and feel myself being picked up by her fuzzy arms and legs. This can’t be happening my mind tells me as I hear the whirring sound of her furry legs rubbing together. I start spinning around and over and the around and over as the web she spins starts to cover my body. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I have no voice. I know that I will be dead soon. Either eaten now or saved for later. The venom in my body is constricting my chest and I can hardly breathe. I’m spinning faster now, the silk covering my face, it is almost to my eyes. I start to scream, quietly, within my mind and I think to myself as the world goes dark. Her craving has won tonight.