Cobra2004
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Dorian was centuries old but looked in the mid thirty, though he was a vampire he was a day walker and to this day he never knew why. Being a day walker gave him every opportunity to amass a great fortune, and now lived like humans in a hotel owned by him in New York City. He lived on the penthouse on the sisty th floor. Dorian was on the hunt for women mostly, and always in the day time as none knew what he was. His skin was almost human looking and walking in the daylight no one was the wiser. He would hunt man at night but not that often, his hunger was much stronger for the taste of a woman’s blood though if the mood strikes him he wouldn’t drained them, but let them live to have them another day.
Dorian was a very handsome looking man. He was tall at 6.4” with black hair and blue eyes, and with a body women couldn’t resist and craved once they saw it. Many women lived in the hotel and most worked in very high paying positions, not to mention the ones that were very rich divorcee that became his minions, and they would keep him supplied with single women between 18 and 30.
As of late I became fascinated with one particular woman I had noticed waiting for the elevator. She was a petite brunette with pale skin from the look of her face and hands, and when she looked in my direction I noticed she had green eyes. I looked her up and down, her breasts were small but they looked good on her, and her mini skirt showed perfect legs. I was intrigued but her and I started to watch her and wondered if she lived in the hotel.
I didn’t know why but there was something about her that attracted me to her, and I aimed to find out what it was that attracted me to her. She was more beautiful than any other I drank blood from before, but this one I wanted to possess like I never have before. I wanted to own her like she was my favorite toy. I wanted to enjoy her in ways I’ve never enjoy anyone before.
I made a point to get in the elevator with her to see what floor she would get off. Imagine the surprise when I saw she got off on the 59th floor, and that made me smile at that. I rode the elevator with her at every chance I got and after the third time I said spoke to her.
Looks like you live one floor below me Miss and I thought it was time I introduce myself. My name is Dorian and I live in the penthouse above you.
Dorian was a very handsome looking man. He was tall at 6.4” with black hair and blue eyes, and with a body women couldn’t resist and craved once they saw it. Many women lived in the hotel and most worked in very high paying positions, not to mention the ones that were very rich divorcee that became his minions, and they would keep him supplied with single women between 18 and 30.
As of late I became fascinated with one particular woman I had noticed waiting for the elevator. She was a petite brunette with pale skin from the look of her face and hands, and when she looked in my direction I noticed she had green eyes. I looked her up and down, her breasts were small but they looked good on her, and her mini skirt showed perfect legs. I was intrigued but her and I started to watch her and wondered if she lived in the hotel.
I didn’t know why but there was something about her that attracted me to her, and I aimed to find out what it was that attracted me to her. She was more beautiful than any other I drank blood from before, but this one I wanted to possess like I never have before. I wanted to own her like she was my favorite toy. I wanted to enjoy her in ways I’ve never enjoy anyone before.
I made a point to get in the elevator with her to see what floor she would get off. Imagine the surprise when I saw she got off on the 59th floor, and that made me smile at that. I rode the elevator with her at every chance I got and after the third time I said spoke to her.
Looks like you live one floor below me Miss and I thought it was time I introduce myself. My name is Dorian and I live in the penthouse above you.
