Date: Tue, 4 Jul 1995 08:25:32 -0700 (MST) Subject: Letter From Phoenix (1/1) ----------- Silliness from ravenjil@getnet.com - comments welcome! ----------- Hey Mik! I was thrilled that you answered my last letter so quickly. This E-mail thing is great, isn't it? I gotta admit, when I read about Janette and the plumber, I found myself laughing out loud. It has been a long time since I felt so cheerful. I am not sure when I will leave Arizona, but for the moment it is far from everyone and everything that I have found too dangerous to me. LaCroix thinks that I returned to Miami and I just hope he keeps on thinking it. He wasn't a happy camper when he found out what I did to Nick. I know someday he's gonna want payment for not telling Janette. Oh well, I'll worry about that when it happens. This western vacation is almost over, I think. The nights are too short and even I find the heat oppressive. I'd rather be in Florida where at least things are familiar, but I'm still arranging that. Thanks for the bits of information you have given me about Nick. Sometimes I wake up and my whole body strains for his touch, but I can't return to watch his pathetic struggle. He's like a clock, tick-tock, Janette-Natalie. He doesn't tick or tock for me though--I don't think he even remembers what happened that night. I sure miss the sight of his face and especially the feel of his body! Sometimes when I remember the touch of his tongue, the growling, the fangs, oh wow! But if Janette ever found out, she would really kill me, so I think it's better that I stay out of sight for a few months or years. I've been keeping busy out here in the wild west anyway. I have a rented house which is perfect for my needs...All my needs ;)= I never realized how many items can need repair when one is a homeowner. I have had to have servicemen come to repair my electricity, my fridge, and my plumbing in only two weeks! I've found a service which works 24 hours here in Phoenix, but I have to be careful. I found it works best to hypnotize them into doing their next visit first, then returning to me. That way, when the workman disappears, I will not be a suspect, since he left my house and went to another, THEN disappeared. Of course, I only tried that once--it was simply a coincidence that a plumber's body was found in the desert north of here. Geez, it wasn't even one of mine, but it sure gave me a scare. I went to a movie last night, Pulp Fiction; have you seen it? I was certainly glad it was dark in there--all that blood being spilled gave me quite a "fang-on" (of course, I know it's not real blood, but hey!) When I finally left the theater, I was ready to rend and tear *something*. So I had a great idea--I went to an all night porn store--it's called the Castle Boutique, but it looks more like a dungeon. It wasn't hard to linger in the S&M aisle and find someone who seemed interested. He was attractive in a cowboy sort of way. Blond, but beggars can't be choosers, and he didn't really remind me of Nick. I suggested a visit to an X-rated motel and he jumped at the chance. We drove (in his pickup truck!) and I made sure that he registered (and paid :P ) and that I was not seen by anyone Anyway, we went into a darling little room decorated in that gorgeous soft velvety red wallpaper and upholstery (of course, I was thrilled--less stainage!). There were handcuffs on the bed and a scratched up antique oak rack filled with interesting toys. Now mortal men say *they* want to dominate, but I've found that they actually are *dying* (tee hee) to have someone dominate them. He had barely locked the door when I had his pants down! I licked him up and down, sucking and nibbling as I love to do, until he was on the floor moaning like he was gonna die . It was nothing to half carry him to the bed and it took no persuasion at all to get his wrists into those cuffs. This was a high-class joint--they had leg cuffs on the bed too! In seconds I had him trussed up like the proverbial goose. The little oak rack had a cool ball gag, but I decided against it. I wanted some physical pleasure in addition to blood. I sat on his naked chest and gazed into his eyes. You know the drill. Just to make sure he didn't scream and bring unwanted visitors ;) Still sitting on his chest, I slowly drew off my t-shirt. His eyes widened appreciatively--there's nothing better than a good audience, is there?! A little wriggle here and there, and soon there was nothing between our skins but air. I laid on top of him and began to rub up and down on him...when I rubbed down I could tell he was ready and willing. I forced him to lick my nipples and I scraped his skin lightly with my sharpened nails, enough to draw blood, but not enough to *gush*. It was so erotic to lick up the small amounts welling up in his cuts. It freaked him out at first, but I was pleased to find that he actually seemed to dig it. I found a funky little riding whip hanging on the oak rack. It was perfect to use as I "rode him, cowboy!" It was hilarious to see him scream silently as I raised welts on his thighs, then up to his flat belly, then his furry chest. He may have tried to scream, but he wasn't in enough pain to lose that wonderful hard-on. I rode that boy until he finally arched his back and shot the biggest wad I ever felt. I continued bouncing up and down and it was kinda fun to try to make whipped cream out of it!! He was exhausted of course, so I found another little toy in the rack. This one looked a lot like a back scratcher, but it was made of steel. When I dragged it across his belly, four lines of blood appeared as if by magic! I'm afraid, Mik, that I got carried away with that little toy. He was pretty much in ribbons when I felt satisfied. He had even quit moving, but I could hear his heart still beating. I realized it was getting very late, so I drank his blood (I sucked out of that built-in straw you males have), then snapped his neck. I was all sweaty by then, (from him, silly) so I took a quick shower, dressed and casually left the room. I flew home and had a terrific day's sleep. It was still daylight when I woke, so I thought I'd write to you while I wait for the sun to go down.(I love that term!) It's getting dark now, though, so I'm gonna scram. So many men, so many drinks ;) Ta ta for now. Stay in touch! Alma