My dream last night:
I was surrounded by an inky blackness and under attack. I dodged and blocked as I stepped backward, giving ground and awaiting a chance to turn the tables. The assault relented and I faced my beautiful assailant.
Her alabaster skin and summer sky eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. Her long, raven black hair shimmered as she shifted into a predatory crouch and, grinning, began to circle me. In the way of dreams, I knew her instantly as the vampire she was.
I felt excitement and lust but no fear as we circled. I could feel myself grinning with mad delight as I waited for her attack.
She struck and grabbed at me teasingly. I dodged and blocked her attacks with ease, laughing at the cat and mouse game.
Suddenly, she lunged forward with an unexpected, inhuman speed and aggressiveness. I leaned backward, losing my balance in an attempt to avoid her attack.
I found myself falling inexplicably onto the springy softness of a bed as my vampire assailant slipped behind me. Her slender arms encircled my chest, pulling me into a lover's tender embrace.
I leaned back, my shoulders pillowed against her firm, ample breasts. Her supple lips brushed my neck, igniting my desire.
Her fangs pierced my skin. Instead of the anticipated pain, an intense and pleasant tingle began to course through my body. Driven by lust, I found myself accepting the deadly vampiric kiss of my undead mistress.
Suddenly, my natural unwillingness to submit reasserted itself. I pushed back my burning lust, telling myself to resist. I tried to pull away, to fight back, only to discover my will betrayed by a body that lay firmly in her supernatural grasp.
I woke in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom, an intense, pleasant, erotic tingle emanating at my throat and pulsing through my body.