TEETH BITE. The Mestizo Vein: Part 1

By Blue Sleighty

She sat in her room, the world spinning all around in one dark mass, the voices of memory encompassing every thought. Where could she go to quiet them?

"No where," they answered, "We are you, and you are us."

Tossing and turning, she raged in her sleep, blankets and pillows thrown all over the floor. She finally awoke when her hand hit the corner of the headboard. "Damn," she yelled as she sat up, turned on the light, and examined the gash on her right hand. The blood ran thickly down her knuckle and over her wrist. For a moment, she sat motionless and watched it.

As the creek of blood began to clot, she released herself from her fascination and licked her hand. Her saliva stung the wound pleasantly, and at once, the congealing trickle stopped. She looked at the clock – 3:37 a.m. She'd almost made it through another night.

Getting up and going to the bathroom, she rinsed the wound and poured peroxide on it. Bubbles pushed their way in and around the cut, playing with the still open wound. Small drops of blood fought their way back to the surface. As they appeared, the peroxide engulfed them.

Looks like pink champagne, she thought, smiling to herself and knowing full well that she didn’t have to allow this to go on. Still, the peroxide's sting gave her that familiar feeling, the feeling that just the right amount of pain can give to one's desires.

A couple hours hung in the balance before daylight, the remaining cover of darkness providing so much temptation, but what would be out there at this time of the morning, she thought. She gave the clock another glance – 4:03 a.m.

Rather than leave the safety of her home, she picked up the phone and dialed. The voice answered and obeyed. Within a half-hour, the doorbell rang. It was time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Sleighty
• Release date: Oct 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465848574

Blue Sleighty

WARNING! THIS IS REAL LESBIAN EROTICA. I am not a man writing lesbian erotic stories (which happen the way men think lesbian acts should happen). I am a LESBIAN writing lesbian erotic stories.Blue Sleighty is my pen name. For over eight years now, I have brought you fun and exciting lesbian stories. Addictive as soap operas!I write entertaining lesbian erotic stories with plenty of steamy sex and a dash of romance. Expect good guys, bad guys, love, hate, obsession, intrigue, revenge, adventure and more. Written for you by a real live lesbian with plenty of real live lesbian experiences. I'm not a man posing as a lesbian. I'm not a straight woman writing about fantasies. This is the real deal.I am an artist / writer / webmaster. I also have an advice column that is four years strong that keeps me pretty busy.I hope you enjoy my stories.I am a passionate supporter of indie artists, musicians and writers. I love to visit my friends and my family and visit community venues showcasing local talent. I support women in the arts and business online and within my community.I love all things equestrian. I have been riding horses all of my life.I have been interested in erotica since I discovered sex. I love well written and imaginitive erotica. I have had great examples to inspire me, and from which to adapt my style of writing. I find that a good plot and an interesting story line is usually essential, though there are times when the focus can be just on the vignette of a single exquisite experience.I find the entertainment and the reading material available on the internet to be very satisfying and fullfilling. The opportunity to actually communicate with other independent writers and artists in such an intimate and immediate manner is a wonderful new reality!I was born and raised in Texas. I LOVE Texas. I have an associate's degree in art.Other writers who influenced me include Erica Jong, Judith Viorst, and Fannie Flagg. Authors that I greatly admire, as well as the aforementioned, include Alice Walker, Terry McMillan, Bebe Moore Campbell, Anne Rice, Christopher Moore, Tom Robbins, Mark Childress . . . the list goes on and on.Please visit my website and my blogs! Hours of fun and information for lesbians.xxx Blue

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TEETH BITE. The Mestizo Vein – Part 1

By Jaguilar and Blue Sleighty

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Copyright 2011 Jaguilar and Blue Sleighty

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TEETH BITE. The Mestizo Vein – Part 1

By Jaguilar and Blue Sleighty

Awakening

She sat in her room, the world spinning all around in one dark mass, the voices of memory encompassing every thought. Where could she go to quiet them?

No where, they answered, We are you, and you are us.

Tossing and turning, she raged in her sleep, blankets and pillows thrown all over the floor. She finally awoke when her hand hit the corner of the headboard. Damn, she yelled as she sat up, turned on the light, and examined the gash on her right hand. The blood ran thickly down her knuckle and over her wrist. For a moment, she sat motionless and watched it.

As the creek of blood began to clot, she released herself from her fascination and licked her hand. Her saliva stung the wound pleasantly, and at once, the congealing trickle stopped. She looked at the clock – 3:37 a.m. She'd almost made it through another night.

Getting up and going to the bathroom, she rinsed the wound and poured peroxide on it. Bubbles pushed their way in and around the cut, playing with the still open wound. Small drops of blood fought their way back to the surface. As they appeared, the peroxide engulfed them.

Looks like pink champagne, she thought, smiling to herself and knowing full well that she didn’t have to allow this to go on. Still, the peroxide's sting gave her that familiar feeling, the feeling that just the right amount of pain can give to one's desires.

A couple hours hung in the balance before daylight, the remaining cover of darkness providing so much temptation, but what would be out there at this time of the morning, she thought. She gave the clock another glance – 4:03 a.m.

Rather than leave the safety of her home, she picked up the phone and dialed. The voice answered and obeyed. Within a half-hour, the doorbell rang. It was time.

Washed by the Blood

Thank God for the morning, she thought as she sat in her office, staring at the scene in front of her: the desk, the computer terminal on the left, the cup of hot tea in her hand.

"The light of day can